Ask Goggles Dwight

Oh hey the Entity gave me this ask box? So now I have to answer your questions.

[askgogglesdwight]

Goggles Dwight enters the fray.

Oh hey! Sorry apparently I’m supposed to answer questions? A really tall Mad Scientist with Entity claws insisted.. -Goggles Dwight (This is a Rp/Ask blog for Dwight Fairfield who appears in Dead by Daylight. Keep in mind that that Dwight is in the Entity’s Realm and I will be treating Rp’s and asks from that perspective. This blog is primarily text so answers will primarily be done in that format. For more info on this version of Dwight go ahead and check out the FAQ page.) OOC MUN: So way back when I started my first blog it was really a tie between Steve and Dwight… and honestly it would be lying to say that this wasn’t going to happen eventually. So now have my sweet boy with his hair looking like he’s stuck in the 90′s or something lol. 

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[ask-the-badman]

Before Johnny can even react. Their arms are moving in a flash and heavy wood is swiftly brought down on his head, making him grunt loudly and stunning him in place. Both his gloved hands move up to his aching head, clutching it as he regains his bearings and just barely catches the nerdy man's words before they're running off.

"Goddamn..." he grumbles to himself, not expecting... That to happen.

So used to being shouldered to the ground, punched in the face, stabbed in the back and having knives thrown at him... He's honestly thrown for a loop by this worlds means of... defense? A pallet, of all things...

Shaking off the pain, he grumpily kicks at the piece of wood and finds it shattering easily to his booted foot. His eyes narrowing at the leftover debris before huffing and following after... Dwight? It was unique, he'd give them that. Through the window, hoping over it with ease.

"Hey now, that t'weren' very nice, Dwight~" He called after them, voice tinted with annoyance, "We jus' met an' this is how ya treat me? C'mon back now, I jus' wanted ta show ya somethin' is all!"

Show them his knife cutting ribbons from their flesh!

[askgogglesdwight]

As expected Johnny follows him... Dwight figures that he too, would be pissed if he got beamed in the head by some snot nosed nerd. He sees the farmhouse in the distance and books for it... Taking a look back he sees the killer a predatory gleam in his eye following.

Up the front stairs he goes Dwight, he could simply pass through or climb to the second floor... He decides to see how his new dance partner will deal with the rickety upstairs as he climbs further up.

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, playin' hard ta get?" Johnny called out them, miffed but still having his fun. Long as he kept an eye on where they went, he'd keep on following.

Even into an old and abandoned looking two story house. It was smaller than the Family House, but still had that sort of charm his Uncles place had. Nice on the outside-ish on the outside, but he would have to see if it was as much of a disgusting mess like home.

Following Dwight in, he calls out once more to them, "Oh Dwight~ Dwighty Dwight? Y'gonna invite me in? Maybe show me yer room~"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight weighed his options, out through the holes in walls out to the roof? One of the lockers? Through the window to the balcony? Wait for him to climb the steps and right through the window back to ground floor? He slowed to a walk hoping to leave less of a trail for his pursuer. And walked into one of the side rooms and decided to slowly vault the window out to the balcony. He ducked down and hid from sight hoping to confuse Johnny.

He shivered as he heard Johnny call out. Recognizing that if this had been the real world and Dwight hadn’t already dealt with killers for ages, his charming persona would have easily fooled him.

[ask-the-badman]

Johnny huffed with annoyance while ascending the steps up into the old house, stomping his booted feet with each step on the creaky wood. He gave up on antagonizing Dwight. Hell, none of the other 'survivors' were any fun either.

Just... silent. Or stared at him whenever he opened his mouth, like it was a crime to speak. To snark back at him or anything! All they did was whimper or whine in pain if he did plunge his knife into them, which normally was nice but they didn't utter a single word or curse back at him...

It was strange... This place was strange.

Still he followed after the one that at least spoke back to him, the only interesting survivor out here so far but he'd lost sight of them. And their trail had gone cold... Damn. Well, he'd find them eventually or move on as he wandered through the rooms and came to a window, a hole in the floor and a wall that looked... Breakable?

He glance out the window before approaching the wall, running his hand over the strange patchwork of wood. Easy enough to break, he thought, just like back home with a latched door. So without even thinking, he shifted into using his shoulder to ram into wall with most of his body weight behind it, expecting some resistance. Not for the whole wall to give out immediately, leaving him to stumble out onto the balcony and just barely catching the railing.

"...Goddamn... the rickety doors back home hold hell'a better than that shit..."

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight peeked over the top of the window as he heard Johnny break down one of the weird, breakable walls. He was facing away and looked about to exit onto the balcony... Dwight slowly stood up and quietly vaulted the window into the room right behind Johnny... He intended to head back to the stairs and lose the man... But as he started to walk he accidently caught the edge of the doorframe, a curse escaped his lips and he looked back in horror, realizing he had just made a noise.

[ask-the-badman]

Glancing back and forth out on the balcony it was clear that Johnny's little friend wasn't out here. And if they were they'd probably be shitting themselves seeing him come through a wall like it was nothing but tissue paper. He sighed in exasperation, scrubbing at his face while leaning over the railing before looking out at the vast corn filled area bordered by tall stone walls.

Maybe he could see a survivor from up here, give up on Dwight until later...

Or hear something behind him distinctly sounding like a thump and a curse, prompting him to turn around and-- "There ya are!" he said with glee, elated to see this wild haired man with goggles again, "You lil sneak! If I didn' know any better, I'd say you was tryin'a lose me, hah hah ha! C'mere!!"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight sees the man barreling towards him a predatory smile plastered over his face. He runs out towards one of the holes in the walls near the top of the stairs. Out on the roof edge that was on this floor.

" Lose you? Ha. ... Ha... Why would I want to... Do that... Clearly you are just a handsome guy from Texas who does yard work and you don't want to gut me." Dwight babbles his thoughts out loud in almost a sarcastic manner.

He doesn't like jumping, but he feels it might be necessary. He hugs the wall seeing if he can get the man to loop through the holes in the walls before he leaps. Maybe he'll lose his balance? Dwight muses.. Killers never lose their balance why am I even trying...

[ask-the-badman]

"Flattery will get you everywhere, darlin'~" Johnny barked after them with a laugh, finally having some fun in this demented trial as he followed after them and--

"Shi-!" He nearly stepped off the edge, his body teetering on the edge right before flailing back into the solid floor. Having take a few stumbling steps back, he stared out the open maw of a wall to see it just turned into a drop.

A two story drop, damn, that would have hurt like hell... Did Dwight jump? Be good for him, then he could just casually find their crumpled body on the floor below. Still he cautiously leaned out over the wooden overhang, stepping slowly as he peered over the edge for any sign of the survivor.

Completely missing them just around the corner...

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight couldn't believe that he had missed him. He must still be new enough that he wasn't used to the trials and the chases. Johnny leaned out peering over the edge. Internally Dwight was annoyed that he was good looking even at this angle.

A thought occurs... Could he push him off the edge? It had never worked before with other killers but maybe.. He was newer... He looked like he was just a normal guy... Maybe... Dwight had been through so many trials sometimes the random intrusive thoughts won out.

He swiftly popped from his hiding spot and attempted to give the killer a push.

[ask-the-badman]

No body down below, so where did he--

Johnny's eyes widened to feeling a force shoving at his back and shoulder. A familiar feeling, like being barged to the ground by a certain victim named Leland back home. Maybe not with as much force since he had some time to half turn while falling, arm swinging out on instinct to slash at whoever the hell was pushing him as he fell back.

"Dwight!!" He shouted out as gravity took him. Falling, falling, and then- THUMP!

His back hitting the unrelentingly hard, dusty ground, leaving him stunned as he lay there staring up at the sky while the dust settled around him and after a moment he realized something... No pain? He sat up quickly, checking himself over before standing up and brushing the dust off then turned to look up at the man to push him.

"You sonovabitch!" He laughed loudly, shaking his knife threateningly up at them, "I'd be madder if that actually hurt but goddamn the balls on ya! Ha haaa! I like that! If this were back home, I'd keep ya fer myself! But, y'know, gotta kill ya fer... blah blah blah. Anyways, better start runnin'!!"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight stared down at Johnny as he laughed and joked. When the killer mentioned that he'd keep Dwight for himself. Dwight 's mind provided him some visual images that made blood rush to his face. " I bet you say that to all the survivors. " Dwight quips as he heads back into house, this was his best chance to shake the man.

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A bit later, only one generator was left to complete, Johnny had managed to fully get one of his teammates. But Johnny seemed to have decided that Dwight was his "favorite". At least this particular trial he had, so despite there being two other survivors still out there the man had chased him to a point where Dwight decided that maybe he could confuse him with a bit of a quick locker hiding.

It looked like it had almost worked, Johnny appeared as if he was just going to walk past. But then the locker doors swung open and there he was... Dwight raised his hands in defeat. "You wouldn't hurt a little guy like me would you." He pathetically joked knowing he was about to be grabbed.

[ask-the-badman]

After losing Dwight, again, Johnny decided to get back to his job and the trial at hand since his a few of his gens were already finished while he was messing around. Oh well, he was still new to this whole Killer Trial thing anyways. He'd get it eventually, much like that Dwight. They would meet up again very soon.

And of all places, inside a locker? Really? He didn't think anyone even used those weird red eyesores but to each their own as he ripped the doors open and-- There was his fun little survivor~

"Oh, I absolutely would, but you?" he stabbed his skinning knife hard into the back of the locker right beside their head to scare them while leaning in nice and close to their face. Noses nearly touching, "I'll make an exception~"

His grin was wide and devious, dark eyes glittering with mischief and excitement over finally catching his elusive prey. They sure gave him hell in the beginning but to corner and finally catch them had him in a great mood, a cheeky mood as he gave them a quick little peck on the lips before yanking them out of the locker.

Although, still being so new to rules... Back home, pulling a victim out of a closet meant they got back on their feet and hoofed it out of there. Which he would then give chase, more cat and mouse fun but when Dwight just flopped to the ground it left him... confused. The survivors of this realm, from his little experience felt... weaker than he was used to. Two hits and they're on the ground? Was he that much stronger or...

Still, he crouched down beside Dwight, poking their lower back with the blunt side of his blade before saying, "What's the matter? Lil tumble got ya down? Heh."

[askgogglesdwight]

"Oh, I absolutely would, but you?" Suddenly the killer's knife is stabbed against the locker right next to his head. And Johnny's face was hovering right in front of his own like insanely close, Dwight took a deep surprised breath in and for some reason the scent coming off the man was intoxicating. Johnny had this wide, predatory, insane grin on his face, his eyes almost sparkling, sudeenly he dipped in closer "I'll make an exception~" Lips were on his own and Dwight was sure he had just made an embarassing little groan. It was very brief but strangely pleasant. And then the much stronger man grabbed him but instead of hefting him on his shoulder he dropped him to the ground as typical with the lockers if caught even if he wasn't really injured he couldn't just get back up... Johnny sounded confused as he crouched down and poked Dwight's back with the blunt side of his blade. "What's the matter? Lil tumble got ya down? Heh." Dwight started to crawl, and sighed "You caught me fair and square in the locker... the Entity, kind of gives you a win, I can't just get up, it's... like I'm injured even though you didn't stab me..." did he bother to explain that if someone forced him to drop him Dwight would be on his feet even after he got stabbed which was also very confusing... He couldn't believe that he was considering giving pointers to a killer.

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[ask-the-badman]

Before Johnny can even react. Their arms are moving in a flash and heavy wood is swiftly brought down on his head, making him grunt loudly and stunning him in place. Both his gloved hands move up to his aching head, clutching it as he regains his bearings and just barely catches the nerdy man's words before they're running off.

"Goddamn..." he grumbles to himself, not expecting... That to happen.

So used to being shouldered to the ground, punched in the face, stabbed in the back and having knives thrown at him... He's honestly thrown for a loop by this worlds means of... defense? A pallet, of all things...

Shaking off the pain, he grumpily kicks at the piece of wood and finds it shattering easily to his booted foot. His eyes narrowing at the leftover debris before huffing and following after... Dwight? It was unique, he'd give them that. Through the window, hoping over it with ease.

"Hey now, that t'weren' very nice, Dwight~" He called after them, voice tinted with annoyance, "We jus' met an' this is how ya treat me? C'mon back now, I jus' wanted ta show ya somethin' is all!"

Show them his knife cutting ribbons from their flesh!

[askgogglesdwight]

As expected Johnny follows him... Dwight figures that he too, would be pissed if he got beamed in the head by some snot nosed nerd. He sees the farmhouse in the distance and books for it... Taking a look back he sees the killer a predatory gleam in his eye following.

Up the front stairs he goes Dwight, he could simply pass through or climb to the second floor... He decides to see how his new dance partner will deal with the rickety upstairs as he climbs further up.

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, playin' hard ta get?" Johnny called out them, miffed but still having his fun. Long as he kept an eye on where they went, he'd keep on following.

Even into an old and abandoned looking two story house. It was smaller than the Family House, but still had that sort of charm his Uncles place had. Nice on the outside-ish on the outside, but he would have to see if it was as much of a disgusting mess like home.

Following Dwight in, he calls out once more to them, "Oh Dwight~ Dwighty Dwight? Y'gonna invite me in? Maybe show me yer room~"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight weighed his options, out through the holes in walls out to the roof? One of the lockers? Through the window to the balcony? Wait for him to climb the steps and right through the window back to ground floor? He slowed to a walk hoping to leave less of a trail for his pursuer. And walked into one of the side rooms and decided to slowly vault the window out to the balcony. He ducked down and hid from sight hoping to confuse Johnny.

He shivered as he heard Johnny call out. Recognizing that if this had been the real world and Dwight hadn’t already dealt with killers for ages, his charming persona would have easily fooled him.

[ask-the-badman]

Johnny huffed with annoyance while ascending the steps up into the old house, stomping his booted feet with each step on the creaky wood. He gave up on antagonizing Dwight. Hell, none of the other 'survivors' were any fun either.

Just... silent. Or stared at him whenever he opened his mouth, like it was a crime to speak. To snark back at him or anything! All they did was whimper or whine in pain if he did plunge his knife into them, which normally was nice but they didn't utter a single word or curse back at him...

It was strange... This place was strange.

Still he followed after the one that at least spoke back to him, the only interesting survivor out here so far but he'd lost sight of them. And their trail had gone cold... Damn. Well, he'd find them eventually or move on as he wandered through the rooms and came to a window, a hole in the floor and a wall that looked... Breakable?

He glance out the window before approaching the wall, running his hand over the strange patchwork of wood. Easy enough to break, he thought, just like back home with a latched door. So without even thinking, he shifted into using his shoulder to ram into wall with most of his body weight behind it, expecting some resistance. Not for the whole wall to give out immediately, leaving him to stumble out onto the balcony and just barely catching the railing.

"...Goddamn... the rickety doors back home hold hell'a better than that shit..."

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight peeked over the top of the window as he heard Johnny break down one of the weird, breakable walls. He was facing away and looked about to exit onto the balcony... Dwight slowly stood up and quietly vaulted the window into the room right behind Johnny... He intended to head back to the stairs and lose the man... But as he started to walk he accidently caught the edge of the doorframe, a curse escaped his lips and he looked back in horror, realizing he had just made a noise.

[ask-the-badman]

Glancing back and forth out on the balcony it was clear that Johnny's little friend wasn't out here. And if they were they'd probably be shitting themselves seeing him come through a wall like it was nothing but tissue paper. He sighed in exasperation, scrubbing at his face while leaning over the railing before looking out at the vast corn filled area bordered by tall stone walls.

Maybe he could see a survivor from up here, give up on Dwight until later...

Or hear something behind him distinctly sounding like a thump and a curse, prompting him to turn around and-- "There ya are!" he said with glee, elated to see this wild haired man with goggles again, "You lil sneak! If I didn' know any better, I'd say you was tryin'a lose me, hah hah ha! C'mere!!"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight sees the man barreling towards him a predatory smile plastered over his face. He runs out towards one of the holes in the walls near the top of the stairs. Out on the roof edge that was on this floor.

" Lose you? Ha. ... Ha... Why would I want to... Do that... Clearly you are just a handsome guy from Texas who does yard work and you don't want to gut me." Dwight babbles his thoughts out loud in almost a sarcastic manner.

He doesn't like jumping, but he feels it might be necessary. He hugs the wall seeing if he can get the man to loop through the holes in the walls before he leaps. Maybe he'll lose his balance? Dwight muses.. Killers never lose their balance why am I even trying...

[ask-the-badman]

"Flattery will get you everywhere, darlin'~" Johnny barked after them with a laugh, finally having some fun in this demented trial as he followed after them and--

"Shi-!" He nearly stepped off the edge, his body teetering on the edge right before flailing back into the solid floor. Having take a few stumbling steps back, he stared out the open maw of a wall to see it just turned into a drop.

A two story drop, damn, that would have hurt like hell... Did Dwight jump? Be good for him, then he could just casually find their crumpled body on the floor below. Still he cautiously leaned out over the wooden overhang, stepping slowly as he peered over the edge for any sign of the survivor.

Completely missing them just around the corner...

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight couldn't believe that he had missed him. He must still be new enough that he wasn't used to the trials and the chases. Johnny leaned out peering over the edge. Internally Dwight was annoyed that he was good looking even at this angle.

A thought occurs... Could he push him off the edge? It had never worked before with other killers but maybe.. He was newer... He looked like he was just a normal guy... Maybe... Dwight had been through so many trials sometimes the random intrusive thoughts won out.

He swiftly popped from his hiding spot and attempted to give the killer a push.

[ask-the-badman]

No body down below, so where did he--

Johnny's eyes widened to feeling a force shoving at his back and shoulder. A familiar feeling, like being barged to the ground by a certain victim named Leland back home. Maybe not with as much force since he had some time to half turn while falling, arm swinging out on instinct to slash at whoever the hell was pushing him as he fell back.

"Dwight!!" He shouted out as gravity took him. Falling, falling, and then- THUMP!

His back hitting the unrelentingly hard, dusty ground, leaving him stunned as he lay there staring up at the sky while the dust settled around him and after a moment he realized something... No pain? He sat up quickly, checking himself over before standing up and brushing the dust off then turned to look up at the man to push him.

"You sonovabitch!" He laughed loudly, shaking his knife threateningly up at them, "I'd be madder if that actually hurt but goddamn the balls on ya! Ha haaa! I like that! If this were back home, I'd keep ya fer myself! But, y'know, gotta kill ya fer... blah blah blah. Anyways, better start runnin'!!"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight stared down at Johnny as he laughed and joked. When the killer mentioned that he'd keep Dwight for himself. Dwight 's mind provided him some visual images that made blood rush to his face. " I bet you say that to all the survivors. " Dwight quips as he heads back into house, this was his best chance to shake the man.

--------------------------

A bit later, only one generator was left to complete, Johnny had managed to fully get one of his teammates. But Johnny seemed to have decided that Dwight was his "favorite". At least this particular trial he had, so despite there being two other survivors still out there the man had chased him to a point where Dwight decided that maybe he could confuse him with a bit of a quick locker hiding.

It looked like it had almost worked, Johnny appeared as if he was just going to walk past. But then the locker doors swung open and there he was... Dwight raised his hands in defeat. "You wouldn't hurt a little guy like me would you." He pathetically joked knowing he was about to be grabbed.

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[ask-the-badman]

Before Johnny can even react. Their arms are moving in a flash and heavy wood is swiftly brought down on his head, making him grunt loudly and stunning him in place. Both his gloved hands move up to his aching head, clutching it as he regains his bearings and just barely catches the nerdy man's words before they're running off.

"Goddamn..." he grumbles to himself, not expecting... That to happen.

So used to being shouldered to the ground, punched in the face, stabbed in the back and having knives thrown at him... He's honestly thrown for a loop by this worlds means of... defense? A pallet, of all things...

Shaking off the pain, he grumpily kicks at the piece of wood and finds it shattering easily to his booted foot. His eyes narrowing at the leftover debris before huffing and following after... Dwight? It was unique, he'd give them that. Through the window, hoping over it with ease.

"Hey now, that t'weren' very nice, Dwight~" He called after them, voice tinted with annoyance, "We jus' met an' this is how ya treat me? C'mon back now, I jus' wanted ta show ya somethin' is all!"

Show them his knife cutting ribbons from their flesh!

[askgogglesdwight]

As expected Johnny follows him... Dwight figures that he too, would be pissed if he got beamed in the head by some snot nosed nerd. He sees the farmhouse in the distance and books for it... Taking a look back he sees the killer a predatory gleam in his eye following.

Up the front stairs he goes Dwight, he could simply pass through or climb to the second floor... He decides to see how his new dance partner will deal with the rickety upstairs as he climbs further up.

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, playin' hard ta get?" Johnny called out them, miffed but still having his fun. Long as he kept an eye on where they went, he'd keep on following.

Even into an old and abandoned looking two story house. It was smaller than the Family House, but still had that sort of charm his Uncles place had. Nice on the outside-ish on the outside, but he would have to see if it was as much of a disgusting mess like home.

Following Dwight in, he calls out once more to them, "Oh Dwight~ Dwighty Dwight? Y'gonna invite me in? Maybe show me yer room~"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight weighed his options, out through the holes in walls out to the roof? One of the lockers? Through the window to the balcony? Wait for him to climb the steps and right through the window back to ground floor? He slowed to a walk hoping to leave less of a trail for his pursuer. And walked into one of the side rooms and decided to slowly vault the window out to the balcony. He ducked down and hid from sight hoping to confuse Johnny.

He shivered as he heard Johnny call out. Recognizing that if this had been the real world and Dwight hadn’t already dealt with killers for ages, his charming persona would have easily fooled him.

[ask-the-badman]

Johnny huffed with annoyance while ascending the steps up into the old house, stomping his booted feet with each step on the creaky wood. He gave up on antagonizing Dwight. Hell, none of the other 'survivors' were any fun either.

Just... silent. Or stared at him whenever he opened his mouth, like it was a crime to speak. To snark back at him or anything! All they did was whimper or whine in pain if he did plunge his knife into them, which normally was nice but they didn't utter a single word or curse back at him...

It was strange... This place was strange.

Still he followed after the one that at least spoke back to him, the only interesting survivor out here so far but he'd lost sight of them. And their trail had gone cold... Damn. Well, he'd find them eventually or move on as he wandered through the rooms and came to a window, a hole in the floor and a wall that looked... Breakable?

He glance out the window before approaching the wall, running his hand over the strange patchwork of wood. Easy enough to break, he thought, just like back home with a latched door. So without even thinking, he shifted into using his shoulder to ram into wall with most of his body weight behind it, expecting some resistance. Not for the whole wall to give out immediately, leaving him to stumble out onto the balcony and just barely catching the railing.

"...Goddamn... the rickety doors back home hold hell'a better than that shit..."

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight peeked over the top of the window as he heard Johnny break down one of the weird, breakable walls. He was facing away and looked about to exit onto the balcony... Dwight slowly stood up and quietly vaulted the window into the room right behind Johnny... He intended to head back to the stairs and lose the man... But as he started to walk he accidently caught the edge of the doorframe, a curse escaped his lips and he looked back in horror, realizing he had just made a noise.

[ask-the-badman]

Glancing back and forth out on the balcony it was clear that Johnny's little friend wasn't out here. And if they were they'd probably be shitting themselves seeing him come through a wall like it was nothing but tissue paper. He sighed in exasperation, scrubbing at his face while leaning over the railing before looking out at the vast corn filled area bordered by tall stone walls.

Maybe he could see a survivor from up here, give up on Dwight until later...

Or hear something behind him distinctly sounding like a thump and a curse, prompting him to turn around and-- "There ya are!" he said with glee, elated to see this wild haired man with goggles again, "You lil sneak! If I didn' know any better, I'd say you was tryin'a lose me, hah hah ha! C'mere!!"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight sees the man barreling towards him a predatory smile plastered over his face. He runs out towards one of the holes in the walls near the top of the stairs. Out on the roof edge that was on this floor.

" Lose you? Ha. ... Ha... Why would I want to... Do that... Clearly you are just a handsome guy from Texas who does yard work and you don't want to gut me." Dwight babbles his thoughts out loud in almost a sarcastic manner.

He doesn't like jumping, but he feels it might be necessary. He hugs the wall seeing if he can get the man to loop through the holes in the walls before he leaps. Maybe he'll lose his balance? Dwight muses.. Killers never lose their balance why am I even trying...

[ask-the-badman]

"Flattery will get you everywhere, darlin'~" Johnny barked after them with a laugh, finally having some fun in this demented trial as he followed after them and--

"Shi-!" He nearly stepped off the edge, his body teetering on the edge right before flailing back into the solid floor. Having take a few stumbling steps back, he stared out the open maw of a wall to see it just turned into a drop.

A two story drop, damn, that would have hurt like hell... Did Dwight jump? Be good for him, then he could just casually find their crumpled body on the floor below. Still he cautiously leaned out over the wooden overhang, stepping slowly as he peered over the edge for any sign of the survivor.

Completely missing them just around the corner...

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight couldn't believe that he had missed him. He must still be new enough that he wasn't used to the trials and the chases. Johnny leaned out peering over the edge. Internally Dwight was annoyed that he was good looking even at this angle.

A thought occurs... Could he push him off the edge? It had never worked before with other killers but maybe.. He was newer... He looked like he was just a normal guy... Maybe... Dwight had been through so many trials sometimes the random intrusive thoughts won out.

He swiftly popped from his hiding spot and attempted to give the killer a push.

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[ask-the-badman]

Before Johnny can even react. Their arms are moving in a flash and heavy wood is swiftly brought down on his head, making him grunt loudly and stunning him in place. Both his gloved hands move up to his aching head, clutching it as he regains his bearings and just barely catches the nerdy man's words before they're running off.

"Goddamn..." he grumbles to himself, not expecting... That to happen.

So used to being shouldered to the ground, punched in the face, stabbed in the back and having knives thrown at him... He's honestly thrown for a loop by this worlds means of... defense? A pallet, of all things...

Shaking off the pain, he grumpily kicks at the piece of wood and finds it shattering easily to his booted foot. His eyes narrowing at the leftover debris before huffing and following after... Dwight? It was unique, he'd give them that. Through the window, hoping over it with ease.

"Hey now, that t'weren' very nice, Dwight~" He called after them, voice tinted with annoyance, "We jus' met an' this is how ya treat me? C'mon back now, I jus' wanted ta show ya somethin' is all!"

Show them his knife cutting ribbons from their flesh!

[askgogglesdwight]

As expected Johnny follows him... Dwight figures that he too, would be pissed if he got beamed in the head by some snot nosed nerd. He sees the farmhouse in the distance and books for it... Taking a look back he sees the killer a predatory gleam in his eye following.

Up the front stairs he goes Dwight, he could simply pass through or climb to the second floor... He decides to see how his new dance partner will deal with the rickety upstairs as he climbs further up.

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, playin' hard ta get?" Johnny called out them, miffed but still having his fun. Long as he kept an eye on where they went, he'd keep on following.

Even into an old and abandoned looking two story house. It was smaller than the Family House, but still had that sort of charm his Uncles place had. Nice on the outside-ish on the outside, but he would have to see if it was as much of a disgusting mess like home.

Following Dwight in, he calls out once more to them, "Oh Dwight~ Dwighty Dwight? Y'gonna invite me in? Maybe show me yer room~"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight weighed his options, out through the holes in walls out to the roof? One of the lockers? Through the window to the balcony? Wait for him to climb the steps and right through the window back to ground floor? He slowed to a walk hoping to leave less of a trail for his pursuer. And walked into one of the side rooms and decided to slowly vault the window out to the balcony. He ducked down and hid from sight hoping to confuse Johnny.

He shivered as he heard Johnny call out. Recognizing that if this had been the real world and Dwight hadn’t already dealt with killers for ages, his charming persona would have easily fooled him.

[ask-the-badman]

Johnny huffed with annoyance while ascending the steps up into the old house, stomping his booted feet with each step on the creaky wood. He gave up on antagonizing Dwight. Hell, none of the other 'survivors' were any fun either.

Just... silent. Or stared at him whenever he opened his mouth, like it was a crime to speak. To snark back at him or anything! All they did was whimper or whine in pain if he did plunge his knife into them, which normally was nice but they didn't utter a single word or curse back at him...

It was strange... This place was strange.

Still he followed after the one that at least spoke back to him, the only interesting survivor out here so far but he'd lost sight of them. And their trail had gone cold... Damn. Well, he'd find them eventually or move on as he wandered through the rooms and came to a window, a hole in the floor and a wall that looked... Breakable?

He glance out the window before approaching the wall, running his hand over the strange patchwork of wood. Easy enough to break, he thought, just like back home with a latched door. So without even thinking, he shifted into using his shoulder to ram into wall with most of his body weight behind it, expecting some resistance. Not for the whole wall to give out immediately, leaving him to stumble out onto the balcony and just barely catching the railing.

"...Goddamn... the rickety doors back home hold hell'a better than that shit..."

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight peeked over the top of the window as he heard Johnny break down one of the weird, breakable walls. He was facing away and looked about to exit onto the balcony... Dwight slowly stood up and quietly vaulted the window into the room right behind Johnny... He intended to head back to the stairs and lose the man... But as he started to walk he accidently caught the edge of the doorframe, a curse escaped his lips and he looked back in horror, realizing he had just made a noise.

[ask-the-badman]

Glancing back and forth out on the balcony it was clear that Johnny's little friend wasn't out here. And if they were they'd probably be shitting themselves seeing him come through a wall like it was nothing but tissue paper. He sighed in exasperation, scrubbing at his face while leaning over the railing before looking out at the vast corn filled area bordered by tall stone walls.

Maybe he could see a survivor from up here, give up on Dwight until later...

Or hear something behind him distinctly sounding like a thump and a curse, prompting him to turn around and-- "There ya are!" he said with glee, elated to see this wild haired man with goggles again, "You lil sneak! If I didn' know any better, I'd say you was tryin'a lose me, hah hah ha! C'mere!!"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight sees the man barreling towards him a predatory smile plastered over his face. He runs out towards one of the holes in the walls near the top of the stairs. Out on the roof edge that was on this floor.

" Lose you? Ha. ... Ha... Why would I want to... Do that... Clearly you are just a handsome guy from Texas who does yard work and you don't want to gut me." Dwight babbles his thoughts out loud in almost a sarcastic manner.

He doesn't like jumping, but he feels it might be necessary. He hugs the wall seeing if he can get the man to loop through the holes in the walls before he leaps. Maybe he'll lose his balance? Dwight muses.. Killers never lose their balance why am I even trying...

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[ask-the-badman]

Before Johnny can even react. Their arms are moving in a flash and heavy wood is swiftly brought down on his head, making him grunt loudly and stunning him in place. Both his gloved hands move up to his aching head, clutching it as he regains his bearings and just barely catches the nerdy man's words before they're running off.

"Goddamn..." he grumbles to himself, not expecting... That to happen.

So used to being shouldered to the ground, punched in the face, stabbed in the back and having knives thrown at him... He's honestly thrown for a loop by this worlds means of... defense? A pallet, of all things...

Shaking off the pain, he grumpily kicks at the piece of wood and finds it shattering easily to his booted foot. His eyes narrowing at the leftover debris before huffing and following after... Dwight? It was unique, he'd give them that. Through the window, hoping over it with ease.

"Hey now, that t'weren' very nice, Dwight~" He called after them, voice tinted with annoyance, "We jus' met an' this is how ya treat me? C'mon back now, I jus' wanted ta show ya somethin' is all!"

Show them his knife cutting ribbons from their flesh!

[askgogglesdwight]

As expected Johnny follows him... Dwight figures that he too, would be pissed if he got beamed in the head by some snot nosed nerd. He sees the farmhouse in the distance and books for it... Taking a look back he sees the killer a predatory gleam in his eye following.

Up the front stairs he goes Dwight, he could simply pass through or climb to the second floor... He decides to see how his new dance partner will deal with the rickety upstairs as he climbs further up.

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, playin' hard ta get?" Johnny called out them, miffed but still having his fun. Long as he kept an eye on where they went, he'd keep on following.

Even into an old and abandoned looking two story house. It was smaller than the Family House, but still had that sort of charm his Uncles place had. Nice on the outside-ish on the outside, but he would have to see if it was as much of a disgusting mess like home.

Following Dwight in, he calls out once more to them, "Oh Dwight~ Dwighty Dwight? Y'gonna invite me in? Maybe show me yer room~"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight weighed his options, out through the holes in walls out to the roof? One of the lockers? Through the window to the balcony? Wait for him to climb the steps and right through the window back to ground floor? He slowed to a walk hoping to leave less of a trail for his pursuer. And walked into one of the side rooms and decided to slowly vault the window out to the balcony. He ducked down and hid from sight hoping to confuse Johnny.

He shivered as he heard Johnny call out. Recognizing that if this had been the real world and Dwight hadn’t already dealt with killers for ages, his charming persona would have easily fooled him.

[ask-the-badman]

Johnny huffed with annoyance while ascending the steps up into the old house, stomping his booted feet with each step on the creaky wood. He gave up on antagonizing Dwight. Hell, none of the other 'survivors' were any fun either.

Just... silent. Or stared at him whenever he opened his mouth, like it was a crime to speak. To snark back at him or anything! All they did was whimper or whine in pain if he did plunge his knife into them, which normally was nice but they didn't utter a single word or curse back at him...

It was strange... This place was strange.

Still he followed after the one that at least spoke back to him, the only interesting survivor out here so far but he'd lost sight of them. And their trail had gone cold... Damn. Well, he'd find them eventually or move on as he wandered through the rooms and came to a window, a hole in the floor and a wall that looked... Breakable?

He glance out the window before approaching the wall, running his hand over the strange patchwork of wood. Easy enough to break, he thought, just like back home with a latched door. So without even thinking, he shifted into using his shoulder to ram into wall with most of his body weight behind it, expecting some resistance. Not for the whole wall to give out immediately, leaving him to stumble out onto the balcony and just barely catching the railing.

"...Goddamn... the rickety doors back home hold hell'a better than that shit..."

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight peeked over the top of the window as he heard Johnny break down one of the weird, breakable walls. He was facing away and looked about to exit onto the balcony... Dwight slowly stood up and quietly vaulted the window into the room right behind Johnny... He intended to head back to the stairs and lose the man... But as he started to walk he accidently caught the edge of the doorframe, a curse escaped his lips and he looked back in horror, realizing he had just made a noise.

[kwontae-yong]

I don't have a clear framework for this yet, but gathering information is a start.

Kwon Tae-young. Male. Korean. 24.

You can ask questions. I'll answer what's relevant, or when I can.

[askgogglesdwight]

OOC MUN: Signal boosting, brand new blog of the new survivor.

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[ask-the-badman]

Before Johnny can even react. Their arms are moving in a flash and heavy wood is swiftly brought down on his head, making him grunt loudly and stunning him in place. Both his gloved hands move up to his aching head, clutching it as he regains his bearings and just barely catches the nerdy man's words before they're running off.

"Goddamn..." he grumbles to himself, not expecting... That to happen.

So used to being shouldered to the ground, punched in the face, stabbed in the back and having knives thrown at him... He's honestly thrown for a loop by this worlds means of... defense? A pallet, of all things...

Shaking off the pain, he grumpily kicks at the piece of wood and finds it shattering easily to his booted foot. His eyes narrowing at the leftover debris before huffing and following after... Dwight? It was unique, he'd give them that. Through the window, hoping over it with ease.

"Hey now, that t'weren' very nice, Dwight~" He called after them, voice tinted with annoyance, "We jus' met an' this is how ya treat me? C'mon back now, I jus' wanted ta show ya somethin' is all!"

Show them his knife cutting ribbons from their flesh!

[askgogglesdwight]

As expected Johnny follows him... Dwight figures that he too, would be pissed if he got beamed in the head by some snot nosed nerd. He sees the farmhouse in the distance and books for it... Taking a look back he sees the killer a predatory gleam in his eye following.

Up the front stairs he goes Dwight, he could simply pass through or climb to the second floor... He decides to see how his new dance partner will deal with the rickety upstairs as he climbs further up.

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, playin' hard ta get?" Johnny called out them, miffed but still having his fun. Long as he kept an eye on where they went, he'd keep on following.

Even into an old and abandoned looking two story house. It was smaller than the Family House, but still had that sort of charm his Uncles place had. Nice on the outside-ish on the outside, but he would have to see if it was as much of a disgusting mess like home.

Following Dwight in, he calls out once more to them, "Oh Dwight~ Dwighty Dwight? Y'gonna invite me in? Maybe show me yer room~"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight weighed his options, out through the holes in walls out to the roof? One of the lockers? Through the window to the balcony? Wait for him to climb the steps and right through the window back to ground floor? He slowed to a walk hoping to leave less of a trail for his pursuer. And walked into one of the side rooms and decided to slowly vault the window out to the balcony. He ducked down and hid from sight hoping to confuse Johnny.

He shivered as he heard Johnny call out. Recognizing that if this had been the real world and Dwight hadn’t already dealt with killers for ages, his charming persona would have easily fooled him.

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[ask-the-badman]

Before Johnny can even react. Their arms are moving in a flash and heavy wood is swiftly brought down on his head, making him grunt loudly and stunning him in place. Both his gloved hands move up to his aching head, clutching it as he regains his bearings and just barely catches the nerdy man's words before they're running off.

"Goddamn..." he grumbles to himself, not expecting... That to happen.

So used to being shouldered to the ground, punched in the face, stabbed in the back and having knives thrown at him... He's honestly thrown for a loop by this worlds means of... defense? A pallet, of all things...

Shaking off the pain, he grumpily kicks at the piece of wood and finds it shattering easily to his booted foot. His eyes narrowing at the leftover debris before huffing and following after... Dwight? It was unique, he'd give them that. Through the window, hoping over it with ease.

"Hey now, that t'weren' very nice, Dwight~" He called after them, voice tinted with annoyance, "We jus' met an' this is how ya treat me? C'mon back now, I jus' wanted ta show ya somethin' is all!"

Show them his knife cutting ribbons from their flesh!

[askgogglesdwight]

As expected Johnny follows him... Dwight figures that he too, would be pissed if he got beamed in the head by some snot nosed nerd. He sees the farmhouse in the distance and books for it... Taking a look back he sees the killer a predatory gleam in his eye following.

Up the front stairs he goes Dwight, he could simply pass through or climb to the second floor... He decides to see how his new dance partner will deal with the rickety upstairs as he climbs further up.

[askgogglesdwight]

🐈‍⬛-comes running up to Dwight from somewhere within the trial- oh my Entity! Dairy Fairy I'm so happy to see yo..... oh, your not my Dairy Fairy.

-looks at the generator that he is working on-

Bet you would like to finish that wouldn't you? Being the second to last gennie and all... but what would be the fun in just letting you and you last 2 team mates live.... nope, only 1 is allowed to live you decide but make it quick or I'll kill all of you 🐈‍⬛

@thatcatghostinred

Dwight isn't sure about the wording here. " Do you mean only 1 and me or just 1 period?" Dwight thinks about who is in the trial with him... This Ghosty had already sacrificed Yun-jin, and in this Trial besides him James and Baermar were left.. He was friendly with both of them so he didn't really want either of then to die...

But he would like to know what he was agreeing to first... Maybe he should sacrifice himself? Baermar would probably be better at forcing this guy to chase him around so maybe he'd make it out even if he was chosen? James might not even care whether he got out or not... But sometimes he gets pretty fiesty too.

[thatcatghostinred]

🐈‍⬛-watches Dwight- I don't got all day here buddy... either take the offer or you die -kicks the generator- look you guys only need to be put on that hook one more time before the entity takes you up into the sky. One and only one gets to live.

-sighs-

If you continue to sit in silence there buddy, I'm going to get bored and kill all of you. -taps wrist like a fake watch- pick or I'll pick for you 🐈‍⬛

[askgogglesdwight]

After being given the info he needed Dwight blurts out "James, let him live." he figures he's the worst at chases. Speaking of chases Dwight starts moving away from the Ghostface.

"You still have earn it though." Dwight dashes away.

[askgogglesdwight]

🐈‍⬛-comes running up to Dwight from somewhere within the trial- oh my Entity! Dairy Fairy I'm so happy to see yo..... oh, your not my Dairy Fairy.

-looks at the generator that he is working on-

Bet you would like to finish that wouldn't you? Being the second to last gennie and all... but what would be the fun in just letting you and you last 2 team mates live.... nope, only 1 is allowed to live you decide but make it quick or I'll kill all of you 🐈‍⬛

@thatcatghostinred

Dwight isn't sure about the wording here. " Do you mean only 1 and me or just 1 period?" Dwight thinks about who is in the trial with him... This Ghosty had already sacrificed Yun-jin, and in this Trial besides him James and Baermar were left.. He was friendly with both of them so he didn't really want either of then to die...

But he would like to know what he was agreeing to first... Maybe he should sacrifice himself? Baermar would probably be better at forcing this guy to chase him around so maybe he'd make it out even if he was chosen? James might not even care whether he got out or not... But sometimes he gets pretty fiesty too.

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

"My name? Well shoot, did I not..?" Johnny raised his free hand up to his head to lightly pat his head in a 'silly me' sort of manner, "How rude'a me, not introducin' myself. Name's Johnny, Johnny Sawyer. An' who might you be, darlin'~?"

Apparently every Killer got a pseudo name in this 'realm' always starting with a The and something else and, well. He was already The Bad Man where he came from and seems it stuck here, not that he would tell his new little friend that.

His new little friend who was still backing away from him, cute. He loved it when they played hard to get though... seems they had another new friend? Curious to see if there was another just around the corner, he walked right on up to that pile of wood that he thought was nothing more than debris. Like everything else scattered on this strange map.

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight almost hesitated, he was nearly believable for sure... But he had the knife... He just had to be a killer... The last time he found even something remotely resembling a real weapon out in the fog the moment he picked it up Entity claws showed up and confiscated it from him. The rules seemed clear survivors don't get real weapons.

Survivors like Lara, Ash, many of the cops, the Belmont fellow, they constantly complain about it.

He throws down the pallet and doesn't even wait to see if it connects. He turns and goes for a window. "Sorry, the smooth charmer thing is pretty convincing though if that makes you feel any better. I'm Dwight by the way... " he jumps through the window frame preparing to get chased.

[askgogglesdwight]

hey, cutie <3

is the fog treating you okay?

it seems like.. the longer someone stays here, the weirder it gets..

i hope it isn't too disheartening- having to go through trial after trial, day after day.

well, anyway, best of luck on your next trial!~

maybe the entity will send you a nice killer for once.

one can hope...

right?

Dwight shrugs "I'm doing as okay as guy trapped in a horrific cycle of life & death can be." he looks thoughtful. "I do appreciate the well wishes though. Any positive thoughts are welcome." He grimly chuckles. "A nice killer? That would be... Interesting for sure.."

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[ask-the-badman]

"Aww, c'mon now. Don' be like that, I jus' wanna... help out with the generator. I'm good with those, real good. Trust me, fixed 'em all the time back home in Texas." Johnny offered sweetly, laying his Texan accent on real thick while slowly following after the survivor's retreating form.

He didn't really care that he was holding his skinning knife it plain view, lightly bouncing it in his palm while toying with this one. Seeing how far he can get since this one hadn't instantly run off and was actually engaging with him.

How fun.

"Where ya goin'~?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight watches as the man bounces the knife in his hand, backing towards one of the random set of walls that the Entity leaves littered around.. "You're from Texas? What's your name?" That info bounces in Dwights head... wasn't one of the other killers from Texas? Suddenly the image of chainsaw makes him shudder. It's probably just a coincidence. Dwight kept moving, he hadn't broken out into a full run and neither had his new friend... Still he backed through one of the narrow parts of a wall and noticed a pallet that was sitting upright as his new smiling friend moved forward with a look on his face that was both terrifying and strangely attractive.

Dwight pretended to look beside him behind a wall next to the pallet "Ahh Ace you should meet our new friend." He still was watching out of the corner of his eyes on Texas guy ready to drop the pallet if he moved in his direction.

[ask-the-badman]

Dwight hadn't really been expecting to meet a new killer, and to be fair, the guy that he ran into wasn't obviously a killer. He looked like a very normal, actually kind of attractive human guy. A black shirt with the sleeves torn off, slicked back hair, and his voice... Dwight could listen to his voice for hours. Wandering around Coldwind, he spotted him, and at first he approached, thinking oh a new survivor. But when he got closer, the man seemed off, his gaze sharp, his smile predatory. And then Dwight noticed the knife... Survivors don't have weapons.... He hadn't actually attacked him yet, but Dwight was keeping a wary eye and was ready to bolt at a second's notice. There was a group of half-walls nearby Dwight started babbling nonsense, and realizing he was kind of in a bad position. @askgogglesdwight

At first, Johnny hated it here.

He didn't like being told what to do, even if it was something he enjoyed doing, especially by some disembodied voice that was all... limbs. Long, sharp tips with strange... frills? spines? And spider like joints that had him even giving a shudder of disgust. But after some time, and sharp prodding from 'The Entity', he got into the swing of things.

One trial every so often with different victims, sorry no... 'Survivors', yes... He supposed they were just trying to survive. Though his tracking skills had been... gutted, still he worked at it. Slashing, cutting, wounding deeply... Then putting them on a hook, which he had seen Big Boy do a few times but now that he was doing it instead of just...

Ending it there and then, so frustrating...

Here and now, he supposed it was nice to get out some stress by chasing and cutting into fresh meat. Most of the survivors mistook him for one of their own, least he still had that little trick going for him and it would seem another has fallen prey.

His eyes locked with their large ones, then their interesting hair. Like they had stuck a fork in a socket, though he rather liked their roundish soft jaw with which could use a shave. But even that was charming. Though their outfit... Hell, he's seen some strange dress attire already from the survivors, but goggles?

Heh, nerd. He thought, but they hadn't run yet so maybe he could mess around with this one. Even just for a bit.

"Well hey there, darlin'~" he started, turning towards them with a wide grin and sweeping open arm gesture, "You wouldn't happen ta know where all yer lil friends went, would ya? Bit confusin' in all this... corn. See, I'm more used ta sunflowers but suppose begger's can' be choosers. Am I right?"

[askgogglesdwight]

Dwight keeps an eye on the man as he slowly backpedals. "Ahh my friends.. Maybe over here somewhere?" He tries to sound convincing as he backed up towards a group of walls... " Really sunflowers? That sounds pretty..." He's so conflicted, he's gotta be a killer right? But he's totally one of Dwight's many types. Is there a pallet over here? Can he trick him into following him through?

[askgogglesdwight]

You have been gone forever. Thoughts on the new survivor?

Tae-young? He feels like he has two different sides. One that is harsh and cold, secretive. He can also be casual and friendly, oddly polite. I don't know which side is real.

I like his fashion sense, wish I could look as good as him.

[askgogglesdwight]

Is goggles Dwight still alive? Poor guy!

"Yeah I'm still kicking around!" Dwight nervously chuckles as he dodges one of the Huntress's hatchets.