FRENZIED !

ADRENALINE   TO   REWIRE   MY   MIND  .            I'M   ONLY   HUMAN  ,  I   COME   WITH   KNIVES  .

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WHEN   YOU   HEAR  MY   VOICE ,   YOU’D   BETTER   RUN .          WHEN   YOU   SEE   MY   FACE ,   YOU’D   BETTER   RUN .   DON’T   TURN   YOUR   LIGHTS  OUT ,   BECAUSE   I’M   HAVING   FUN .

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❝ AW ,  LET  ME  GUESS .      you thought you were rid of my ass, right  —— ? ❞ not likely.

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frank sticks cups in his jacket titty window, no i will not take constructive criticism.

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❝ I  MAY  BE  A  BAD  PERSON... ❞      his tone implies there's more to the thought —— but frank doesn’t continue. instead, he leaves it a statement of fact. an offhanded musing.      ( and is he wrong? no. )

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@dreadful-shroud​​ | continued

it wasn’t often that      FRANK  CHOSE  TO  GO  WANDERING.      not so far from the lodge, at least —— pride might have been one of his greatest sins      ( displayed prominently beside WRATH, of course ) but he wasn’t an idiot. there was a veritable cavalcade of weird shit hidden in the fog that he wanted no part of. unfortunately,      IT  WAS  THAT  VERY  SAME  PHENOMENON      that pushed the killer to wander its endless forests. perhaps he wasn’t as in tune with the entity as most, but he was one of its little chess pieces regardless.      ( even if the metaphor left frank with a bitter taste in his mouth —— he was NO ONE’S pawn. ) he could tell when something was wrong. wrong. wrong.

the campfire cast odd, fluid shadows across the trees. they swayed erratically in a frenzied      ( no pun intended ) dance that somehow      PERFECTLY  MIRRORED  FRANK’S  OWN  ANXIETIES.      he swallowed the feeling back, creeping closer as stealthily as he could manage —— only noticing danny when he had nearly      WANDERED  RIGHT  PAST  HIM.      ah. the plot thickened.

the killer’s head tilted, quite clearly studying the other —— even through his mask. ❝ so... ❞ ugh. awkward.      ( frank hated having to ask, but he needed to KNOW. ) ❝ i’m not the only one      FEELING  LIKE  THE  ASSHOLE      who just got caught breaking curfew on prom night, right? ❞ paranoid. sickeningly vulnerable. trapped and waiting for the OTHER SHOE to drop.

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i doubt it will      EVER  COME  UP  HERE ,      considering the vast majority of interactions will be face to face      ( and chronologically, he doesn’t own a phone by default ) but i started out writing frank in a closed discord group with a chatroom gimmick and he developed this tendency to —— ? spontaneously      LAPSE  INTO  IMAGINATIVE  PROSE  DESCRIPTIONS      of whatever he wanted to express.

in part this is      SIMPLY  FRANK  BEING  FRANK ,      but it can also be attributed to him getting frustrated by how difficult it can be to convey himself through text alone. hence the rambling tangents      INTENDED  TO  PAINT  A  PICTURE      of whatever feeling he wishes to express —— but heavily dramatized, just to guarantee he gets the point across.

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@culthcnt​​ said: “You remind me of someone I dislike greatly.” // aka the cult of Kosmos -

A  HAND  WAS  RAISED  TO  THE  KILLER’S  MOUTH ,      as if he took offense to the statement.      ( highly unlikely. ) so what if she disliked him —— so what? as far as frank was concerned, this lady could take a NUMBER and get in line; she wasn’t the first and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.      HIS  WORLD  DID  NOT  HINGE  ON  HER  APPROVAL.      even someone accustomed to molding others like putty would not find his efforts successful one hundred percent of the time.

it was all about      WHAT  HE  COULD  STAND  TO  GAIN  FROM  HER.      as things were, the answer was a resounding NOTHING —— thereby matching the number of frank’s reasons to give a damn. unfortunately, the killer had been cursed with a complete inability to      LEAVE  WELL  ENOUGH  ALONE      and it was that same inability that prevented him from simply dropping the conversation right then and there.      ( or gutting her like a fish. it was CLEARLY in self-defense. ) he inclined his head thoughtfully instead, movement accompanied by a hum. ❝ jesus, lady. talk about a      PISS  POOR      way to say hello. ❞

hand dropped  —— meeting its twin halfway as frank tented his fingers.      ( wearing a mask all the goddamn time made exaggerated body language IMPERATIVE. ) ❝ you haven’t even      TAKEN  THE  CHANCE  TO  GET  TO  KNOW  ME.      i could have a whole decent person buried deep down somewhere and you’re, like, completely squandering my potential for character development. ❞ ha. haha. if that wasn’t a boldfaced LIE.      ( and most likely she knew as much.      STILL  DIDN’T  MAKE  IT  ANY  LESS  AMUSING  TO  FUCK  AROUND. )

❝ i don’t know if ‘ll be able to      SLEEP  AT  NIGHT ,  NOW.      slap that on your conscience. feels bad, huh? ❞

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anonymous said: I give frank my credit card information he deserves it

frank wasted little time rolling up his sleeve and, lacking any kind of paper, messily scribbled the digits on an arm.      ❝ THANK  YOU  FOR  YOUR  PATRONAGE. ❞      the killer quipped, in a tone practically dripping with faux-politeness. undoubtedly parroting words from his approximately forty five minutes of collective retail experience.      ( he never could stand being nice to people.      EVEN  WHEN  HE  WAS  GETTING  PAID  FOR  IT.      ) ❝ i do deserve it, huh? ❞

did the      ELDRITCH  SPIDER  FUCK      in the sky accept credit —— ? it better accept credit. he just wanted to buy weed, dammit.

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anonymous said: frank marry me

❝ WOAH  WOAH  WOAH ,     slow down. ❞ both hands raised, bloodied, bandaged palms put on display.      ( the stains were... fresh. concerningly so. ) ❝ i dunno what kind of LOWLIFE you take me for, but show some fucking class.      YOU  BETTER  WINE  AND  DINE  MY  ASS ,     first. and i expect to be thoroughly WOOED, you dig? ❞ frank heaved a disappointed      ( dramatic ) sigh, shaking his head. for shame.

❝ ah well. guess your heart is in the right place —— like, anatomically speaking. i mean      MORALLY ,  THIS  IS  PRETTY  MESSED  UP.       i kill people. ❞ he waved a hand. ❝ point is, i am GENUINELY sympathetic to your cause, so out of the overflowing      KINDNESS  OF  MY  OWN  HEART ,      i’ll cut you a deal. all you gotta do is give me your credit card number, the three digits on the back and the expiration date. ❞ good deal! great deal! what could POSSIBLY go wrong?

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anonymous said: i take frank's knife and lick the blood off. is this sexy yet?

for a moment, the killer was entirely silent ——      EERILY  SO ,      as if he wasn’t sure what to make of the gesture.      ( the mask he wore, with its unchanging grin, did little to help matters. ) after a few seconds that felt much longer than they actually were, frank made an odd sound. a stifled wheeze, shoulders trembling  —— as if      FROM  A  CHILL  ONLY  HE  COULD  FEEL.      ❝ what the fuck? ❞ he sounded oddly amused.      ( albeit with a pinch of incredulity. ) ❝ what the ACTUAL FUCK? ❞ the grating, hyena-esque laughter had returned. maddening. louder than ever. frank doubled over, arms wrapped around his middle.      HE  STRUGGLED  TO  BREATHE.

❝ ah man, that’s sick —— ! you’re SICK! ❞ the killer lifted his mask for a moment, scrubbing at the corners of his eyes. ❝ i don’t even know      HOW  MANY  PEOPLE’S  GUTS      that thing’s gotten intimate with! shit, ahaha! ❞

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frank is      AN  ASSHOLE ,      especially if one happens to be the last survivor in a trial. he likes to play with his food, so to speak  —— dangle the prospect of escape and safety right before their very eyes.      ( inevitably crushing it, but taking his sweet time doing so. ) a favorite tactic of his is      CLOSING  THE  HATCH  BEFORE  THE  SURVIVOR  CAN  GET  TO  IT      and watching them scramble around from door to door. it’s a futile effort, because feral frenzy lets him move faster than they could ever hope to. yet it isn’t enough for frank to simply catch them and finish it there —— he’d much rather      PULL  THEM  AWAY      non-lethally and start the frantic cycle of fleeing all over again.

he’ll put them out of their misery only when he’s mere moments away from running out of time  —— though even then,      IT  ISN’T  INTENDED  TO  BE  A  FORM  OF  MERCY.      rather, frank is the type of person to get possessive over his kills. even if it’s all going to the entity, regardless.

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@intelligentskull​​ said: "Are you a bit lost? Or j-just looking for a place to hide out from the rain?"

the woman’s voice came so softly      IT  WAS  BARELY  AUDIBLE  OVER  THE  STEADY  PITTER  PATTER  OF  THE  RAIN.      frank barely spared her a glance —— deciding instead to shove the crumpled wad of dubiously-acquired bills back into his pocket. ❝ yeeeah. lost. ❞ it wasn’t a lie, technically.      ( where the actual FUCK was he? ) his current location had simply been      VERY  LOW  ON  FRANK’S  LIST  OF  PRIORITIES.      the rain was good for many things —— but all he really cared about was how much easier it made snatching the cash off some unsuspecting jackass.      ( disorienting. covering the evidence. shoving their      SMARMY  FACE      in the mud. haha. )

he made sure the mask was in place before turning to size her up.      ( tiny thing. not much of a physical threat, then. ) better not let the lady get a good look at him. maybe he was just a bit too attached to the mask.      MAYBE  HE  LIKED  THE  WAY  IT  MADE  HIM  FEEL.      well, whatever.

frank slipped his hands into his pockets, inclining his head. he discreetly ran a thumb      OVER  THE  HANDLE  OF  HIS  HUNTING  KNIFE.      thinking. weighing his options. better not to cause a scene —— better to see what she wanted. ❝ lost as fuck! ❞ frank declared flippantly.      ( which was definitely a real unit of measurement. )  ❝ don’t tell me you’re      ONE  OF  THOSE  GET  OFF  MY  LAWN  TYPES.      like, i can assure you right now, the grass doesn’t give a damn about me inconveniencing it with my presence. it’s cool —— we’re cool. ❞ he ground his heel into the dirt, for emphasis.

❝ i’m just passing through. y’know, i’d say      FREEZING  MY  ASS  OFF  IS  KINDA  NOSTALGIC ,      even. ❞ a laugh. a fake, feel sorry for me kind of laugh.      ( make her feel sympathetic. less likely to turn on him. ) ❝ cue the world’s smallest violin. ❞

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anonymous said: frank i love you

A  LAUGH ,      high and stuttering and above all else, unsettling. it brought to mind hyenas prowling dusty grasslands, eyes glowing oddly under anemic moonlight. teeth bared, not unlike the grinning mouth of fangs painted across frank’s mask,      SEARCHING  HUNGRILY  FOR  A  PULSE  TO  SINK  INTO.      in this endless      ( twisted ) game of cat and mouse, he was the predator, settled comfortably at the food chain’s apex. everyone else was beneath him —— his prey. scattering every which way like the shitty little rats they were in a feeble effort to stave off the inevitable.

so what      THE  FUCK      was this jackass on about? there was no place for love in this desperate fight for survival.      ( kind of funny, though. in a seriously fucked up sort of way. )

❝ jesus, ❞ the word was spat shakily, remnants of laughter causing the killer’s voice to tremble. he sauntered closer —— movements smooth, like a big cat on the prowl. ❝ you must be into some real twisted shit, eh? a bona fide kinky motherfucker. ❞ the flat of his knife pressed to the underside of their chin —— not to cut      ( not yet ) but rather      LIFT  THEIR  HEAD  UP  TO  MEET  HIS  GAZE.      ❝ or maaaybe you’re just saying that ‘cause you think it’ll save your sorry ass. ❞ frank laughed again, low and dark and threatening. ❝      FLATTERY  WILL  GET  YOU  NOWHERE,      but don’t stop on my account. knock yourself out. ❞ he wouldn’t turn down an ego stroking.

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Fuming.

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to say      FRANK  HAD  NO  PLANS  FOR  THE  FUTURE      would be an understatement. it wasn’t that he simply lacked any idea of what direction he wanted his life to head in —— he quite literally didn’t plan on having one. he had little interest in wasting his time working some dead end job, just as he had no desire to spend his days rotting away in prison after inevitably getting way in over his head.      BETTER  TO  LIVE  A  SHORT ,  EXCITING  LIFE      than a long one —— that was the conclusion frank had come to, at least.      ( he didn’t exactly see his future as rich with opportunity, regardless. )

he conveniently never mentioned it to anyone, of course.      EVERY  SELF-DESTRUCTIVE   ACTION      preformed by frank in the spirit of rebellion and showing off and what have you is done without so much as a scrap of concern for the consequences. if the entity hadn’t taken him when it did, he likely would have continued to      SPIRAL  FURTHER  OUT  OF  CONTROL.      it’s especially tragic, because he isn’t without his redeeming qualities. charisma aside, he’s athletic and has a hidden interest in literature, hence his unusual vocabulary.      ( courtesy of one of the many foster families he stayed with —— another headcanon entirely. ) the world gave up on frank, and so      FRANK  GAVE  UP  ON  THE  WORLD      in return.

he’s a very tragic case of nature versus nurture. if born under better circumstances, in a much more stable environment, frank could have      TURNED  OUT  FAR  DIFFERENT       than he did.

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❝ your inability to learn      COMPLICATED  HANDSHAKES      is tearing this gang apart! ❞

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frank’s charisma is a strange thing  —— difficult to put into words.      IT’S  SOMETHING  THAT  NEEDS  TO  BE  EXPERIENCED.      he isn’t traditionally suave or classy. he isn’t exceptionally handsome.      ( under the mask, the head of the legion is just a normal guy, albeit with a few scars. ) rather, his greatest strength comes from his wit and presence. frank is a genuinely fun person to be around —— he’s clever. if one ignores the profanity peppering his speech, he’s surprisingly verbose and well-spoken. due to his hectic, constantly changing upbringing, he had to learn how people tick.      ( out of necessity, if nothing else. ) he knows exactly what to do and say to please them. in short, there’s just something about frank that       MAKES  PEOPLE  WANT  TO  BE  LIKED  BY  HIM.      you listen to him speak. he makes you laugh —— makes you feel special. you WANT to feel special. you WANT to continue receiving his attention.

it’s not his temper that makes frank dangerous.      IT’S  HIS  ABILITY  TO  MAKE  HIMSELF  SO  LIKABLE      that serves as his greatest weapon. the entity may have turned him into an effective killing machine, but frank’s charisma is something entirely of his own creation.