- ̗̀ Vicious Bonds ̖́-

IND. PRIV. SEL. Dwight Fairfield, penned by Sweet. - Cross over and OC friendly. - Read RULES before contact. Even as he lay on his belly, crawling slowly and leaving a bloodied trail behind him, Dwight kept going. They may have left him for dead, but the Leader never gave up. He couldn't. It won't allow him to.

[valtsv]

is there any hotter look than disheveled and slightly bloody

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It shall be known across the land that the Gods curse the unfaithful.

[itsaldwight-blog]

abxndcned‌:

“Oh, my friend, you are difficult to forget.”

Vigo whispered somewhat gently to his assistant, his traits softening as he ignored the bitterness behind his own, tormented thoughts. To know that he would one day forget all about Dwight was a curse in itself, but he didn’t want to linger on that quite yet. Perhaps when he will become hyper aware of his inevitable loop will he panic about forgetting this wonderful man, but until then, he had to express curiosity towards the gift.

In his time, he hadn’t seen things like these and he supposed it was one of the many reasons why he found Dwight so endearing. Despite his knowledge, Dwight still taught him things. So did Claudette, of course, but it has been a long time since he last had the opportunity to interact with his other assistant.

It didn’t take long before Vigo had grown attached to Dwight even if his jittery anxiety could throw anyone off.

“Fraying, you say? Well, we cannot have that, now, can we?”

Vigo hummed in thought, lifting the bracelet and allowing it to caress the inside of his wrist as he plopped it in place and attempted to comprehend how to tie it together. Keen eyes flicked between where the other leaned against his work table, Dwight’s own bracelet and the one he was handed over.

“Your mother? Does that mean you have one to match with mine, then?”

The researcher’s old and tired heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of someone to deem him so important as to wish to match with him, of all people. He wasn’t exactly the most expressive person nor did he allow himself to. It meant people getting hurt if they were to get attached to him. Yet, here he was, doing the exact opposite and flipping the table around altogether, finding pleasure in Dwight’s company even if everything else within him tried to reason him not to as he was more than aware of the consequences it implied.

“Not at all. There is nothing silly about desiring to reach out to others in your own way. However…”

Vigo merely held out his wrist with the bracelet laid across his wrist, untied still. He could’ve possibly find a way to tie it himself, but it felt wrong, somehow. Especially since Dwight appeared to be so eager about his present to begin with.

Dwight wasn't so sure. He was a rather boring man, a rather clumsy man. Run of the mill. Easy to fool, easy to forget, easy to hurt. Still, the thought that Vigo would say that made his heart fill with honest, wanted warmth. His smile returned softly on his features, cheeks pinkening as he huffed out a chuckle and looked down at the bracelet on his wrist.

He wondered if his mom still wore hers after all this time...

At the question about matching, the leader nodded. "Of course, that's kind of the point of these things. You match so others recognize -- it's like those uh... necklaces that go together, you know?" Maybe he didn't, but Dwight could still remember those shitty, flimsy heart necklaces that broke apart and made a whole image when put together. He never had anyone to wear one with, though. Not even as a child.

Dwight gently lifted his other hand, showing the matching bracelet wrapped around his watch, a colorful vine upon the black buckle. "See? You like watches, so I added you to mine. That way I tell the time and remember you," He was thoughtful in the oddest of ways, clearly more in tune than he let on.

When Vigo offered his thin wrist towards him, Dwight gently reached forwards. He balanced the other man's hand on his knee as he took both ends of the twine and pulled them closer. He worked the threading through a loop and tied a knot in it, hunched over a bit in concentration. Brown eyes peered from slightly cracked lenses as he pulled it closer to Vigo's skin, making sure it wasn't too snug, then he finished the tie. "There!" Dwight beamed at the man, his eyes crinkling a bit with how wide he was smiling. "Now you won't lose it, trust me."

The assistant leaned back and motioned excitedly towards Vigo, "So, you like it?" His voice erred on hopeful, but Dwight was quick to add, "I-If you ever need it off... don't worry, I won't ask you why." He never liked to jump too far ahead into his dreams, but he was thankful that Vigo indulged him. It was nice to be heard and cared about.

[itsaldwight-blog]

deathlymemoirs‌:

It was a death waltz– oddly suitable for the likes of the Undertaker. The beast swung and he dodged once by shifting his body backwards just shy of cleaver’s reach. It cut the air with its sword next, and the odd man moved out of the way by diving under the blade and slipping with ease somewhere behind it. As it would appear, the Oni wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. So it looked around at where the ground had sunken in as if expecting to find either a body, or the bloody remnants of something that once resembled human scattered about. By this point in time, the Undertaker had long become one with the scenery and got away.

❝ Why haven’t you started on another generator, mm? ❞ The odd man’s discordant voice demanded in a trill. He could be found leaned sideways against a locker with his arms folded across his chest almost like an impatient wife. 

Nearby, somebody screamed twice, and an unsettling cry followed after, urging the Undertaker to shift his gaze instinctively towards that general direction.

❝ I assume that’s what would have happened to me had I let that blundering boor strike me down. ❞ He commented, disturbingly unfazed by the deadly display. ❝ Are you going to save her, Mr. Dwight? ❞ Though hidden from sight, the bald spot where his eyebrows should have been drew upwards with interest.

Two left, Dwight counted the lights of the other generators powered on in the distance. His heart was pounding still, moving from the current machine and watching the new man weave past the blade. The Oni was clearly frustrated, driven by blood and addicted to pain, they seemed to blunder without their kick of sweet red liquor.

All too quickly he heard Meg scream out, looking up from his loop in curiosity and surprise. When did the Killer change targets? His answer was given to him in the form of an uppity Undertaker, the Leader jerking a bit at the sudden appearance of the man - like untamed fog through the trees. The questions rang hollow to the seasoned survivor -- of course, he would try his best to help his teammate. He had to, it was ingrained into him, the point of his skillset was joint work and speed in numbers.

Letting her die only dampened their chances of getting out alive.

"I'm going to save her -- you're going to do --" Dark eyes glanced around, unwilling to send the man to the machinery, they'd all be dead at that rate. Instead, he saw a totem, finely crafted bones of the dead and a blown-out candle. "You're going to run tactical, just in case. Break that," He requested before jogging towards his hooked teammate, crouching behind an old pile of tires as their hunter patrolled the area.

Soon enough, the beast prowled too far away. Dwight slipped nearer and quietly unhooked her, urging her to run while he jumped into a locker, the loud sound of its doors snapping shut echoing in the darkness. That bought Meg enough time to get away, the Oni blundering nearer just to be smacked in the face with the doors. Dwight laughed as the monster groaned and snarled before he ran around the corner and towards the center, the only thing between him and the blade was a flimsy pallet and a pile of old automobile parts.

They chased as if rehearsing a ritual, back and forth, waiting for the upper hand. But the monster seemed to be getting faster, rounding the pile with the blade at the ready. Dwight tried to slip past the pallet, but that rusted metal dug into his back in a clear, clean slash. He screamed on instinct and slammed the pallet onto the Oni before quieting his cries -- he'd learned that from Jake -- and rushing off into the darkness of the mist. The creature had to stop and break the pallet, buying Dwight precious time as he limped back towards the corner to check the injury. Luckily for him, Claudette had failed the cross wire of a generator, drawing Oni's attention away from the bloodied leader.

"We gotta finish these," He panted, finding a dead machine in a solitary corner of the darkness, knuckling down as he worked the metal back to life slowly but surely. He wasn't sure where that odd man had gone to, but he wasn't too worried -- focusing instead on the task at hand. He had to work through the pain, for the betterment of the team.

[itsaldwight-blog]

A tiny hiatus for holiday season everyone!!

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small / tall starters

requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

small

“Get down here!”

“Wow…I’d want to climb that tree, if you know what I mean.” / “Do birds ever sit on you and get confused?” / “Hey, Groot.”

“I’m not short. I’m fun-size.”

“Good, adorable, wonderful things come in small packages.”

“I don’t appreciate your height.”

“I CAN REACH FOR IT MYSELF.”

“I’m not short, you just have the height of a Transformer.”

“I KNOW you can see me.”

“Fear me!!!”

“Uh…you’re blocking me.”

“Can you lift me for a second?”

“Slow down! I have short legs.”

“I have a super power. It’s called, my head never hits the ceiling.”

“Have you seen him/her/them? He’s/she’s/they’re like a mountain.”

“I always win at hide and seek.”

“I’ve always looked up to you…literally. Actually, can you sit down?”

“Heels make me feel powerful.”

“Do tall people have…big..hands..?”

“I might be short, but my ego is huge.” / “I might be short, but I will drag you down to my level.”

“I can’t reach your face, but I can kick your junk.”

“You don’t know the struggle when all shirts/dresses/pants are too long on you.”

tall

“I’m afraid of you because short people are closer to hell.”

“”How is it ironic that I’m afraid of heights?”

“Does my height offend you?”

“Let me reach that for you.”

“You can’t slap me if you can’t even reach my face.”

“I’m not tall, you’re just the size of an Oompa Loompa.”

“Huh? Who said that? I can’t see anyone.”

“It’s impossible to hide from you.”

“No, I don’t play basketball.”

“I’m not slowing down because you’re short.”

“You’re like a cute little fairy.” / “You’re like a small, terrifying gremlin.”

“My legs are long and sexy.”

“I’m not looking down on you. Except literally.”

“Aw, you look like a kid. How cute.”

“Being small makes you optimal for carrying.”

“You know what comes in small packages? Grenades.”

“All the cool presents come in big boxes. Like bouncy castles.”

“Why are you standing on the counter?”

“I may be tall, but my temper is short.” / “I may be tall, but my feelings are small. And fragile.”

“You don’t know the struggle when all pants/skirts/dresses are too short on you.”

“Let me block the sun for you.”

“Hey, short stack.” / “What’s up, shorty?” 

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters

“That’s a lot of blood…” 

“That’s not good…” 

“I think that’s more than a little cut.”

“You’re looking rather pale.”

“You’re bleeding!”

“That doesn’t look good…” 

“I don’t think that’s suppose to come out.” 

“That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.” 

“How do I get it to stop?!” 

“How are you still standing?!”

“Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.” 

“What happened to you?”

“I can’t feel my fingers anymore…” 

“Everything hurts.” 

“Is everything supposed to go dark?”

“Ow, yeah, okay, that’s starting to hurt.” 

“It’s just a cut.” 

“I’ve had worse.” 

“You’re bleeding all over my floor!” 

“You better not die on me.” 

“They got a lucky shot…” 

“Next time don’t call me to come over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!” 

“You need to keep pressure on it.” 

“Don’t move!” 

“That looks nasty.” 

“Am I dying?” 

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[scavengememes]

DAUGHTER’S  ❝ IF YOU LEAVE + EPS ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS

WINTER

“please take me back to when i was yours.”

“i needed - i needed you.”

“now we are strangers.”

“we’re too similars.”

SMOTHER

“i want him but we’re not right.”

“i should go now, quietly.”

“what a mess i leave.”

“i’m sorry if i smothered you.”

YOUTH

“we are the wild youth.”

“you broke my chest.”

“most of us are bitter over someone.”

“i’m forever missing him.”

STILL

“we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers.”

“leaves nowhere to go.”

LIFEFORMS

“they can kill without warning.”

“you always find another place to go.”

“you can try to forget but i won’t let you.”

TOMORROW

“we’ll be nothing but dust.”

“don’t bring tomorrow.”

“i already know i’ll lose you.”

HUMAN

“i’ve tried to escape.”

“despite everything i’m still human.”

“i think i’m dying here.”

TOUCH

“give me touch, because i’ve been missing it.”

“just so i can feel something.”

“just take me back into your house.”

AMSTERDAM

“i’ll escape with him.”

“i’ll go home.”

“i’ve been thinking that i should see someone.”

“i used to dream of adventure.”

“is this called living?”

SHALLOWS

“if you leave when i go, find me.”

“will you run away?”

HOME

“i was drunk again.”

“you’re not a friend - you’re nothing.”

“i think i should be a little more confident.”

“keep the nightmares out.”

“i can’t live without you.”

“take me home.”

MEDICINE

“you’ve got a second chance - you could go home.”

“you could still be what you want to.”

“you’ve got a warm heart.”

LOVE

“i know you regret it.”

“i still wonder why.”

“i can’t erase it from my mind.”

“did she give you what you’d hoped for?”

LANDFILL

“don’t think about the consequences.”

“don’t you dare look back.”

“i want you so much.”

“i hate you.”

“thought you said you didn’t feel pain.”

THE WOODS

“we are what we are.”

“i look out for you.”

CANDLES

“i’ll do whatever you say.”

“we learn from the ones we hate the most.”

“i’ll never be your lover.”

RUN

“i don’t know where he’s going.”

“we’ve got nothing to say.”

“i think we should run.”

“we’ll just keep each other as safe as we can.”

“i don’t want to be alone when i’m in this state.”

SMOKE

“i’m losing my friend.”

“it’s a terrible night.”

“then i’m alone again.”

“we’re dying.”

[itsaldwight-blog]

deathlymemoirs‌:

Not twisted monsters? Ironic thing to hear coming from a human.

Just as promised, the Undertaker stood on watch, choosing to ignore Little Man’s provocations before the two took to bickering like a couple of dogs over a juicy bone. He had neither the time nor the desire to engage in a quibble with the only fellow about who knew how to put that generator thing to rights.

❝ T’is my trade… to bury the dead and hold funerals. ❞ Now, that should explain his being there… if not only add to the confusion even further.

❝ Are we done yet? ❞ Spoken as if he was doing something other than to lean sideways against the jungle-gym’s walls and stare. What with the machine seeming to have gained life of its own, it looked to him just about done– and there were four more of those to go? Good grief!  

Suddenly, an ominous sound – one that wasn’t of Dwight’s loaded breath – filled the air around them just as an odd chill skittered down the mortician’s spine. With arms still folded, he looked towards the general direction the unnerving presence came from.

❝ You mean to say, ❞ The Undertaker started in a drawl, staring. ❝ That if I give that creature chase, it’ll leave you be and you can see these to completion? ❞ 

No answer. The effect of which was the Mortician shifting his gaze to Dwight, or rather, to where Dwight should have been– his stare was met with Little Man already closing himself inside of one of those odd lockers situated just about everywhere.

Still leaned sideways against the jungle-gym’s entrance, the Undertaker watched as the Killer thundered by, hollering a cry most unsettling. Then, stopping frightfully dead in his tracks, Oni whipped around in an unnaturally fast pivot for a creature his size. Behind the mask, bloodshot eyes dyed black drank in the sight of the odd Mortician, who didn’t just take off like a frightened animal at the first sign of his presence. Again, the creature bellowed– even the ground shook under his powerful voice, and the next thing the Undertaker knew was that he was dodging Oni’s heavy cleaver. What Dwight could see wasn’t just a tall man dodging a demon– for, despite his height and stature, the Undertaker moved rather gracefully… His dark robes and hair alike billowed and followed him almost as if he’d been dancing rather than evading, and even those the killer somehow managed to miss.

The man was grating on his nerves in a way that had never happened before. It was something to applaud if Dwight didn't want to rip the Undertaker's throat out himself. Not like he could - he wasn't strong like some of the others, no his skills laid in teamwork and efficient speed. He wanted to reply to the man sassily, but instead, he automatically got to his feet, heart fluttering in his chest like a caged bird beating against the gilded cage.

Dwight had heard the ominous warning of the Oni long before the blabbering grave keeper had. Wisely, he'd slipped into one of the many lockers and held his breath. He squinted from between the slits of the ventilation grates, deep shadows casting on his features menacingly. He didn't want to get the man killed -- did he? Was that rude of him?

Anxiety flared in his belly and stole his breath away as he watched the Oni round upon the poor new soul. Instead of hearing a scream and the crunch of bones under the brute, instead, Dwight watched as the oddity of a man danced away from danger like a lover teasing their partner. The Leader was stunned, staring slack-jawed in his hideaway.

Impressed, but annoyed, Dwight watched as the beast of a man slammed his weapon in the ground like a furious child and gave chase. Once he deemed them far enough away, he slipped from his locker and moved back towards the generator. It didn't take him long to power it on. Across the trial, another flickered to life after his. "C'mon," He peeked out from the jungle gym safety, watching the Undertaker move with a speed and grace that most survivors lacked. "How long can you keep this up?" Dwight mused aloud, dark eyes narrowed behind his frames.

[scavengememes]

DAUGHTER’S  ❝ IF YOU LEAVE + EPS ❞  SENTENCE STARTERS

WINTER

“please take me back to when i was yours.”

“i needed - i needed you.”

“now we are strangers.”

“we’re too similars.”

SMOTHER

“i want him but we’re not right.”

“i should go now, quietly.”

“what a mess i leave.”

“i’m sorry if i smothered you.”

YOUTH

“we are the wild youth.”

“you broke my chest.”

“most of us are bitter over someone.”

“i’m forever missing him.”

STILL

“we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers.”

“leaves nowhere to go.”

LIFEFORMS

“they can kill without warning.”

“you always find another place to go.”

“you can try to forget but i won’t let you.”

TOMORROW

“we’ll be nothing but dust.”

“don’t bring tomorrow.”

“i already know i’ll lose you.”

HUMAN

“i’ve tried to escape.”

“despite everything i’m still human.”

“i think i’m dying here.”

TOUCH

“give me touch, because i’ve been missing it.”

“just so i can feel something.”

“just take me back into your house.”

AMSTERDAM

“i’ll escape with him.”

“i’ll go home.”

“i’ve been thinking that i should see someone.”

“i used to dream of adventure.”

“is this called living?”

SHALLOWS

“if you leave when i go, find me.”

“will you run away?”

HOME

“i was drunk again.”

“you’re not a friend - you’re nothing.”

“i think i should be a little more confident.”

“keep the nightmares out.”

“i can’t live without you.”

“take me home.”

MEDICINE

“you’ve got a second chance - you could go home.”

“you could still be what you want to.”

“you’ve got a warm heart.”

LOVE

“i know you regret it.”

“i still wonder why.”

“i can’t erase it from my mind.”

“did she give you what you’d hoped for?”

LANDFILL

“don’t think about the consequences.”

“don’t you dare look back.”

“i want you so much.”

“i hate you.”

“thought you said you didn’t feel pain.”

THE WOODS

“we are what we are.”

“i look out for you.”

CANDLES

“i’ll do whatever you say.”

“we learn from the ones we hate the most.”

“i’ll never be your lover.”

RUN

“i don’t know where he’s going.”

“we’ve got nothing to say.”

“i think we should run.”

“we’ll just keep each other as safe as we can.”

“i don’t want to be alone when i’m in this state.”

SMOKE

“i’m losing my friend.”

“it’s a terrible night.”

“then i’m alone again.”

“we’re dying.”

[itsaldwight-blog]

abxndcned‌:

“Wherever I want?”

Vigo couldn’t help but cock a brow at his assistant’s choice of words. Where else but the wrist or the ankle would this go onto? Head tipped back slightly, he squinted at the younger man with a hint of an upward twitch of the corner of his lips.

“I thank you?”

He inquired, uncertain of what to do with the braided pieces of threads he was being handed over so graciously.

“Dwight, my dear, would you be so kind as to tell me where you have found this thread. It wouldn’t be from the emergency first aid kit we keep by the operating table, per chance?”

If it wasn’t from there, then, where in the Entity’s realms did he find thread of this size? It was too thick to have come from said health kit he suspected it to origin from, and so, the question remained.

"You're very welcome!" Dwight chirped cheerfully, smiling at Vigo's confused approval of the small gift. "I figured you could use something to remember me by, and friendship bracelets are perfect for that." He showed off his own, "This one was with my mom."

His smile faded some at the thought, but he focused on the question at hand. "Oh, that thread?" The man shrugged without care. "Old clothes of mine. Don't have much use for them." Dwight flippantly waved a hand. "They were fraying anyways."

He leaned against Vigo's current work table, trying to buck up and smile. It fell short and his voice became quiet as he suggested, "I keep mine on my wrist and tug at when I get... scared," Being hunted for sport in hellish trials tended to cause fear, paranoia, and anxiety. Having something to look at and touch soothed the younger man, if only barely. "But some people put them on things they use often... pens or something?" Dwight shrugged and added, "It's really up to you. Put it where you think it'd help best... or don't, you know, I won't force you to wear it if you don't want to." His previous attempt at a grin completely faded, "I know it's kind of silly."

[itsaldwight-blog]

I have to do a lot of cleaning around the house today so I won't be active much until later.

[itsaldwight-blog]

"Here," Dwight offered up a hand braided bracelet, much like the one he wore around his wrist. "I made this for you." He gave a lopsided smile and clarified, "Left it untied so you could put it wherever you want."

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[itsaldwight-blog]

deathlymemoirs‌:

❝ Oh, but this isn’t hell~ ❞ The tall one accepted Little Man’s – whose name happened to be Dwight, as he now knew – hand in greeting. ❝ Only a poor caricature of it. This entity you speak of… I sincerely doubt it chooses its victims at random. ❞ His words were a key that opened up the door to the grim reminder of whatever this one Dwight could have possibly done in order to infuriate the creature. ❝ And you think it’s a wonder the fellow is pent up? He should have died long ago! Souls that crawl the Earth, unable to pass on, are hardly ever the friendly sort. Can you imagine feeling the pain of death over and over with your every walking step~? ❞ 

Breathing felt like drowning, and food tasted like ashes in the mouth. Only that they couldn’t die… For the Entity held their souls hostage in rotting corpses or upsetting projections of how they once were.

❝ To be dead, but never die… It almost sounds poetic, doesn’t it~? ❞

The Undertaker had properly dodged Dwight’s question– and on purpose at that. To say he’d followed the odd presence of the entity into a parallel world would end up tying a knot in the little man’s head, so he settled with answering his other question instead. An unspoken one that strung along with every greeting.

❝ You may call me the Undertaker, Mister Dwight… Quite the young sort to be a mister, aren’t you~? Nyehehe~ ❞ His laughter was anything but pleasant– it struck an unhinged chord with every other rising note. ❝ Well? What are you waiting for? On with it! Finish these generators of yours! I shall keep watch should the Killer come sauntering back over~ ❞ He wanted to see that to the end, which meant Dwight had to survive… Even if that meant grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and keeping him just shy of sword’s reach.

Dwight's nose crinkled in confusion as he looked at the stranger. His hands felt odd, like a warning he could sense in his heart. He stepped back and wiped his hand off on his dirtied thigh before he politely shook his head. "No, we're... we've done nothing wrong. We didn't hurt anybody -- well, I didn't. I don't..." The Leader shook his head sternly. "We're not like them," Dwight's voice was filled with venom, "We're not twisted monsters. We're just trying to survive."

He had to suck in a deep breath to calm himself before he froze. The cries of pain echoed in the distance, but he could see they hadn't been knocked down yet.

Even as the man explained their undying state, Dwight couldn't pity a killer. They were monsters, both in body and in mind. They earned their hell, deserving of every torturous change the Entity forced upon them. "There's nothing poetic about this," He gritted out, finding himself rather annoyed by this white-haired oddity.

He moved closer to the generator and felt his shoulders tense as he clenched his hands into tight fists, listening to Undertaker laugh. "Why call yourself that? Are you the Entity?" Dwight rolled his eyes and crouched back at the machinery, eager to get away from the weird man and out of this godforsaken trial. The thought of this man protecting him from anything more fearsome than a fly was amusing and Dwight suppressed a chuckle as he stuck his hands into the mixture of oil, rust, and metal. "Yeah, sure. Make sure to keep your own head down while you're watching. Be a shame to see The Oni steal your tongue." Maybe a tongueless Undertaker would be more bearable...

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itsaldwight‌ // Dwight //

     These hunts are not nearly as SATISFYING as the ones before–yet, with the newfound strength, this GIFT he has been given by this ‘Entity’ makes for a change. Dull to keep killing the same ones over and over, but at least they will learn how WEAK they really are eventually.      The Oni continues, not caring to mask his presence–why bother? These ones are somehow given a warning of his presence, but that makes it all the better; it instills FEAR into their hearts, causes them to make mistakes.      He growls; seems his prediction was WRONG. This one mustn’t be as careless as the other ones in this Trial, “Going to make this fun…” He’d be looking for that alternative escape. No escape.      The scent of blood is overpowering–a scent that has become NORMAL for him, even enjoyed. Time had made him DESENSITIZED to the smell, even before this place.       The Killer heads off in a different direction–taking note of the red scratches that slowly fade–a sign of where the Survivor went as he found the first time following them. Too easy. He wants to make this one know fear. Prolong the time, find that HATCH to make it interesting. The noise will direct him, a cue of where it is; a haunting sound to MARK where it lingers.      A cruel grin spreads lips, the sound coming into his attention, “There it is. Let’s kick it up, little wretch.” He chuckle before forcing the hatch closed with a heavy stomp.

The sirens howled through the treatment theater, a warning that Oni had found the hatch before him. A pang of rage filled his chest for a moment as he stopped running and crouched in a nearby room. He knew where the doors were, he'd ran this course countless times before - muscle memory had been ingrained into his soul.

The Leader narrowed his eyes and glanced towards his left and waited, prowling in the depths of the misty rooms. He wanted to hear the hunter's footsteps grow closer and the low, ominous music that haunted the beast's presence. "C'mon," Dwight panted, staying crouched and staring. Once the hulking threat of a man patrolled and left, he'd be able to rush at the door and get out of the trial scot-free.

Despite his initial stealth, Dwight's impatience and eagerness were getting the better of him. He heard the music and found his arms trembling, hands clenched knuckle-white against the spine of the book. He wanted to devour it and take his mind off the boredom of being trapped at the fire. The trials were standard procedure, and despite Oni being new and fearsome, the man didn't care. Nothing really mattered, anyway.

He was crouched by a bed that had a smashed light fixture above it, and when Dwight shifted his stance, the old glass cried out loudly underfoot. The survivor froze, heart hammering in his throat. Maybe it wasn't that noticeable... he hoped.