Nico Chance, the Troublemaker

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Nico Chance, the Troublemaker | Dead by Daylight Survivor OC

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Nico in Blood Gala attire :)

[shrouded-jed]

(shortening the thingy because mmm long. Resuming from here.)

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Jed gives a sharp cackle. He’s loving the weakness coming from Nico’s lungs, oh this poor, poor survivor. This little newb of a runner. He’s gonna learn fast, faster than he managed to piss the killer off. It would be an impressive thing to watch, as Jed had lost patience with this one as soon as he’d started a chase.

“Christ, blazer! Well, please by all means, allow me to teach you a thing or two. Class is in session for you, knife-block.” He’s too giddy, hyped up by rage and adrenaline and god damn it does he want to see this kid cry. To just bawl in pain, to thrash and kick and scream for mercy. This is going to be way too much fun, and Jed’s loving it. 

Shifting to pin Nico down was easy, though unfortunately they’re on a bit of a time limit. Survivors can only bleed for so long before the Entity gets impatient and whisks them away. Party-crashing prick. The knife is pressed  just under the boy’s right eye, Jed’s free hand grips his jaw effortlessly, “Normally I like to play a game with my toys, but only when they’ve earned it.” He pauses, chuckling with deadly intent, “You’ve earned jack shit. You’re lucky I’m even willing to help you out. You owe me big time after this lesson, blazer.” 

Hm, what kind of mark should this one get? An X? A frowny face? No, that’s too similar to one of his favorites. Nico is most certainly not Jed’s favorite. Oh! He’s figured it out. How about just a big, nasty hole in his face? That sounds perfect.

With a flick of his wrist, Jed fixes his hold on the blade, pointing it tip down over Nico’s cheek. No care is shown or given, the knife simply pushes down, then twists. Ugh, this guys’ blood probably isn’t even sweet. There’s no way he’s trying it. He doesn’t even wanna know.

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Nico gave an ear-piercing shriek as the knife did its deed. Finally, the tears that were welling up fell, as if that was the switch needed to flip for it to happen. Then, he started to struggle, even though it was far too late. One of his hands tried to fly to Jed’s wrist to push the knife out of his face, shaking. Unfortunately by then, most of his strength had depleted, making it futile, and probably just annoying the man further than helping him. Even worse case would be the pain it’d bring if the knife moved around more.

He tried to voice a reply to the part where he owed him big time, but nothing seemed to want to form despite the racing thoughts in his mind. Well, he guessed the only thing that was through his mind was ‘holy shit, I can’t escape, I’m dying’ and ‘I FUCKING HATE THIS GAME I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH DO IT DO IT LET ME DIE’. Except death was never an escape, and the contrast of the thoughts meant he still had a damned shard of hope somewhere.

He only stared up at the killer in his crying, fearful state, gasping back sobs, trying to tighten his grip, anything.

[shrouded-jed]

So he may have gotten carried away. Jed practically crushed the boy’s jaw, the knife yanked downward to Nico’s cheek to pierce through the flesh and into his mouth, stabbing his tongue on accident. A happy accident. How could you blame Jed for getting brutal? Nico hadn’t even tried to stuff the screaming, he let it all belt out instantly. Screaming and crying, weakly grabbing at the killer’s wrist. 

Needless to say, Jed’s satisfaction is immense. Once this little prick is dead, he’d be in the best mood he’d been in years. 

“Try not to choke. Blood tends to do that to people.” The killer helpfully suggested, unnervingly happy about the situation. 

He leaned back a bit, tilting his head in pondering as to what to do next. Oh! Threat of mori, that was always fun. The other survivors seemed highly disturbed by Jed’s mori, two of them in particular absolutely despised it. Will this one feel the same? Only one way to find out.

The knife is roughly yanked out, then moved to hover over Nico’s right eye. It’s just barely half an inch away from the boy’s blue eye. He would chance getting closer, but the survivor is flailing too much. He might hurt himself.

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His scream only became more intense as the injuries piled up, but the blood didn’t help - as the killer had hinted, and he started to cough. His throat was also sore, so that didn’t help but encourage it. His scream would eventually weaken, sort of sounding like it was crackling from all the noise he was making, going into mostly coughs and small sounds of panic.

A pang of nausea hit him from the sheer amount of blood. He coughed, but at the same time tried his best to swallow and not die in a very, very gross way. It’s what the killer would probably want, he thought, even as his stomach turned. Then the knife moved towards his eye. Oh God. Oh God no.

He put his other hand on the killer’s wrist and tried to push upwards, even as his breathing weakened. Even if it did anything, it would probably be such a small amount - why was he even fighting if he knew it was futile? Did he want to bleed out instead of letting this man have his fun game done? There’s no Collapse, but if he just became a limp corpse before he could - diseye him, or whatever he was planning.

A small gag escaped him, but he immediately tried to swallow, a cough usurping his effort. Nothing was out yet, but… He hated this. He definitely found a killer he hated, being this new into existing. “Fuck… you,” he managed to weakly say at last.

[shrouded-jed]

Famous last words. Though, he wasn’t ending this so quickly. Jed is still fuming, still needing pain. He pulls the knife away from Nico’s eye, going down to aim the blade between two ribs on the survivor’s right side. 

The killer suddenly starts cackling softly, “Consider this a slight example of how much you’ve been a thorn in my side.” With that, he digs his blade in. Stabbing through clothes is tough, so a good amount of effort is put into getting down to flesh. Once the tip pierces, Jed shoves in. It’s not close to the heart or lungs, angling downward to avoid them. He keeps the knife still, looking the boy in the eyes.

“Now, what have we learned? Never, ever, run me or any killer around a goddamn pallet. They’ll mori you, and they’ll really mean it. Never taunt us, ‘cause they’ll mori you- and mean it. Lastly, Never Strike, why?” He asks a rhetorical question, twisting the blade within Nico’s flesh, “Because we will mori for it.”  Jed’s tone is punctual and violent. He will mori this boy as an act of mercy. Not yet, though, not yet. He’s not done with his lesson yet. 

“Repeat it. Repeat the lesson exactly.” It’s a command, it came with more pain. This will just last longer if he gets it wrong.

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He screamed again, before it died and mixed with the coughs and sobs. He thought he hadn’t felt this much pain before in his entire life. All because of some damned paranoia, he was here. Though if he was here, it wasn’t exactly paranoia, was it? Something had been watching, but he’d poked it with a stick and maybe that’s really why.

He coughed again, trying not to swallow his own blood, the only thing he could really hear being his own pain and the killer’s voice, like some sort of twisted angel of death coming to collect his goddamn soul, and ordering him.

“Don’t fuckin... don’t run killers around pallets... cause I’ll be moried...” his voice scratched, and he shakily inhaled, before coughing again, “Never taunt... because I’ll be moried... and never strike, because I’ll be moried.” He grunts and hopes that it’s close enough. God, if it was word for word, he’d rather the Entity let him bleed out. Come on, come on, why can’t I just bleed out...

[shrouded-jed]

(shortening the thingy because mmm long. Resuming from here.)

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Jed gives a sharp cackle. He’s loving the weakness coming from Nico’s lungs, oh this poor, poor survivor. This little newb of a runner. He’s gonna learn fast, faster than he managed to piss the killer off. It would be an impressive thing to watch, as Jed had lost patience with this one as soon as he’d started a chase.

“Christ, blazer! Well, please by all means, allow me to teach you a thing or two. Class is in session for you, knife-block.” He’s too giddy, hyped up by rage and adrenaline and god damn it does he want to see this kid cry. To just bawl in pain, to thrash and kick and scream for mercy. This is going to be way too much fun, and Jed’s loving it. 

Shifting to pin Nico down was easy, though unfortunately they’re on a bit of a time limit. Survivors can only bleed for so long before the Entity gets impatient and whisks them away. Party-crashing prick. The knife is pressed  just under the boy’s right eye, Jed’s free hand grips his jaw effortlessly, “Normally I like to play a game with my toys, but only when they’ve earned it.” He pauses, chuckling with deadly intent, “You’ve earned jack shit. You’re lucky I’m even willing to help you out. You owe me big time after this lesson, blazer.” 

Hm, what kind of mark should this one get? An X? A frowny face? No, that’s too similar to one of his favorites. Nico is most certainly not Jed’s favorite. Oh! He’s figured it out. How about just a big, nasty hole in his face? That sounds perfect.

With a flick of his wrist, Jed fixes his hold on the blade, pointing it tip down over Nico’s cheek. No care is shown or given, the knife simply pushes down, then twists. Ugh, this guys’ blood probably isn’t even sweet. There’s no way he’s trying it. He doesn’t even wanna know.

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Nico gave an ear-piercing shriek as the knife did its deed. Finally, the tears that were welling up fell, as if that was the switch needed to flip for it to happen. Then, he started to struggle, even though it was far too late. One of his hands tried to fly to Jed’s wrist to push the knife out of his face, shaking. Unfortunately by then, most of his strength had depleted, making it futile, and probably just annoying the man further than helping him. Even worse case would be the pain it’d bring if the knife moved around more.

He tried to voice a reply to the part where he owed him big time, but nothing seemed to want to form despite the racing thoughts in his mind. Well, he guessed the only thing that was through his mind was ‘holy shit, I can’t escape, I’m dying’ and ‘I FUCKING HATE THIS GAME I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH DO IT DO IT LET ME DIE’. Except death was never an escape, and the contrast of the thoughts meant he still had a damned shard of hope somewhere.

He only stared up at the killer in his crying, fearful state, gasping back sobs, trying to tighten his grip, anything.

[shrouded-jed]

So he may have gotten carried away. Jed practically crushed the boy’s jaw, the knife yanked downward to Nico’s cheek to pierce through the flesh and into his mouth, stabbing his tongue on accident. A happy accident. How could you blame Jed for getting brutal? Nico hadn’t even tried to stuff the screaming, he let it all belt out instantly. Screaming and crying, weakly grabbing at the killer’s wrist. 

Needless to say, Jed’s satisfaction is immense. Once this little prick is dead, he’d be in the best mood he’d been in years. 

“Try not to choke. Blood tends to do that to people.” The killer helpfully suggested, unnervingly happy about the situation. 

He leaned back a bit, tilting his head in pondering as to what to do next. Oh! Threat of mori, that was always fun. The other survivors seemed highly disturbed by Jed’s mori, two of them in particular absolutely despised it. Will this one feel the same? Only one way to find out.

The knife is roughly yanked out, then moved to hover over Nico’s right eye. It’s just barely half an inch away from the boy’s blue eye. He would chance getting closer, but the survivor is flailing too much. He might hurt himself.

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His scream only became more intense as the injuries piled up, but the blood didn’t help - as the killer had hinted, and he started to cough. His throat was also sore, so that didn’t help but encourage it. His scream would eventually weaken, sort of sounding like it was crackling from all the noise he was making, going into mostly coughs and small sounds of panic.

A pang of nausea hit him from the sheer amount of blood. He coughed, but at the same time tried his best to swallow and not die in a very, very gross way. It’s what the killer would probably want, he thought, even as his stomach turned. Then the knife moved towards his eye. Oh God. Oh God no.

He put his other hand on the killer’s wrist and tried to push upwards, even as his breathing weakened. Even if it did anything, it would probably be such a small amount - why was he even fighting if he knew it was futile? Did he want to bleed out instead of letting this man have his fun game done? There’s no Collapse, but if he just became a limp corpse before he could - diseye him, or whatever he was planning.

A small gag escaped him, but he immediately tried to swallow, a cough usurping his effort. Nothing was out yet, but... He hated this. He definitely found a killer he hated, being this new into existing. “Fuck... you,” he managed to weakly say at last.

[shrouded-jed]

(shortening the thingy because mmm long. Resuming from here.)

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Jed gives a sharp cackle. He’s loving the weakness coming from Nico’s lungs, oh this poor, poor survivor. This little newb of a runner. He’s gonna learn fast, faster than he managed to piss the killer off. It would be an impressive thing to watch, as Jed had lost patience with this one as soon as he’d started a chase.

“Christ, blazer! Well, please by all means, allow me to teach you a thing or two. Class is in session for you, knife-block.” He’s too giddy, hyped up by rage and adrenaline and god damn it does he want to see this kid cry. To just bawl in pain, to thrash and kick and scream for mercy. This is going to be way too much fun, and Jed’s loving it. 

Shifting to pin Nico down was easy, though unfortunately they’re on a bit of a time limit. Survivors can only bleed for so long before the Entity gets impatient and whisks them away. Party-crashing prick. The knife is pressed  just under the boy’s right eye, Jed’s free hand grips his jaw effortlessly, “Normally I like to play a game with my toys, but only when they’ve earned it.” He pauses, chuckling with deadly intent, “You’ve earned jack shit. You’re lucky I’m even willing to help you out. You owe me big time after this lesson, blazer.” 

Hm, what kind of mark should this one get? An X? A frowny face? No, that’s too similar to one of his favorites. Nico is most certainly not Jed’s favorite. Oh! He’s figured it out. How about just a big, nasty hole in his face? That sounds perfect.

With a flick of his wrist, Jed fixes his hold on the blade, pointing it tip down over Nico’s cheek. No care is shown or given, the knife simply pushes down, then twists. Ugh, this guys’ blood probably isn’t even sweet. There’s no way he’s trying it. He doesn’t even wanna know.

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Nico gave an ear-piercing shriek as the knife did its deed. Finally, the tears that were welling up fell, as if that was the switch needed to flip for it to happen. Then, he started to struggle, even though it was far too late. One of his hands tried to fly to Jed’s wrist to push the knife out of his face, shaking. Unfortunately by then, most of his strength had depleted, making it futile, and probably just annoying the man further than helping him. Even worse case would be the pain it’d bring if the knife moved around more.

He tried to voice a reply to the part where he owed him big time, but nothing seemed to want to form despite the racing thoughts in his mind. Well, he guessed the only thing that was through his mind was ‘holy shit, I can’t escape, I’m dying’ and ‘I FUCKING HATE THIS GAME I HATE IT SO FUCKING MUCH DO IT DO IT LET ME DIE’. Except death was never an escape, and the contrast of the thoughts meant he still had a damned shard of hope somewhere.

He only stared up at the killer in his crying, fearful state, gasping back sobs, trying to tighten his grip, anything.

[midnight-radio-host]

What is this?

This is a roleplaying event set up as a gala. Everyone in the realm will be given new fancy cosmetics and set out to mingle, dance, and generally have a good time at an Entity organized gala.

When will this event run for? 

It will run from the 11th of September to the 25th of September. 

How do I participate?

A post will be made at the event’s start and after that you can make rp starters, post art, or send ask that have to do with the gala. Please tag all these things with #Blood Gala 2020

Can I participate? 

If you are within the Dead by Daylight roleplaying community you can participate. Just be sure you have reblogged this post so that I can follow you.

I have further questions.

If you have other questions that were not answered here feel free to send me an ask.

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Trying to suppress a red rage was incredibly difficult, not to mention the fact that there happened to be a new survivor to the fog. New survivors always thought themselves hot shit, apparently. This one in particular was especially irritating, and had gotten Jed’s blood boiling right from the start of the Trial. 

Mori’ing the others didn’t do much to sate the godawful bloodlust that he felt, it actually made it worse. He’d killed the others an infinite number of times, he wanted this one to die. He wanted to kill this one very slowly, just to teach him a lesson on how this world works. Maybe mark him up a bit before he goes. Nothing like a good, degrading title to remind you how utterly weak you are. 

The grip Jed had on his knife was painful, he was keeping himself angry, obsessing over just how horrid the new guy was.

Soon, he thought, Soon enough, I’ll make you wish you’d stayed down the first time I got you.

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Shit shit shit, Nico thought, looking frantically for gens - or the Hatch, whatever appeared first. The slight lights of a generator attracted him towards it. “Whatever. My teammates being dead won’t stop me, right?” he mumbled as he started to work on the generator.

As he did so, crossing wires and getting parts to work - trying his best - he tried to look over his shoulders, feel anything approaching him. The guy he was against he’d never seen before, and wasn’t exactly keen on seeing him again. He wanted out, even after he’d taunted him at pallets and tried to make his life hell. There’s just 2 gens left, and if I can get them done, we’ll be golden… or, I’ll be, since my teammates were obviously killed.

His fingers almost slipped away as he thought so, snapping his attention back to the cruel reality he was stuck in for the time being, slightly shaking. Damn it, damn it, you’re gonna get out of this!

[shrouded-jed]

Just two generators left, which means the new survivor might get the notion that he can get out of this alive. Jed would make sure that didn’t happen, as this bastard didn’t deserve it. The newb didn’t deserve anything other than cold metal relieving his organs from the confinement of flesh. To pop his eyes right out of each socket and watch them dangle as he choked on blood. Hundreds of ideas popped into Jed’s head, making him grin wickedly behind the mask.

Until he eventually made it to a generator. Doing a quick spin around it revealed that there was nobody here. More rage wiped the grin off his face instantly. Damn it, god fucking damn it. He kicked the generator, decreasing any progress made on it. If the new survivor had made Jed’s life hell, he was gonna do it right back.

There was only one other gen, the survivor had to be there. If not, he was hiding. A poor choice, as he’d seen survivors solo two gens and escape plenty of times, although they weren’t cursed with the wrath of Ghostface.

Crouched with his knife raised, he crept to the red highlight he saw in the near distance. A flutter of twisted glee was felt in his chest, the sounds of someone fiddling with machinery was music to his ears. Soon the brat came into view, his back turned on the killer.

Perfect.

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“Come on, get done faster, you stupid fucking generator…” he hissed at the generator as his fingers worked on the thing, giving it life. Steadying his breathing and focus, he looked around the body of it for other openings needing repair. Hope he’s searching for the Hatch, I really hope he’s like, near the Hatch right now. Just let me escape.

He didn’t feel watched, didn’t feel in immediate danger. What he felt was a glimmer of hope as it continued to work. Enough to slightly hum to himself a tune while working on the gen, hoping it’d be masked by his own progress.

His fingers caught on a task and the gen exploded, and he shielded himself from it. “Shit-” he muttered, which broke his trance - and tune. He just hoped it wasn’t too late - that he wouldn’t be able to instantly spot and chase him - he was frozen in fear, no matter what raced in his mind that moment.

[shrouded-jed]

Watching as the generator exploded in the survivors face was like snorting a line of coke, the rage stood side by side with unreasonable joy. Jed crept closer, closer… Just a bit closer. A gloved hand reached out to grab the survivors shoulder, his grip harsh and meant to hurt. 

“Tough break, blazer.” He taunted as he hoisted the boy over his shoulder. Taking a quick scan around, he noticed the big gates of the exit gate not too far from where they were. Perfect, just perfect. Absolutely stunning, those gates had never made him more happy. 

He’s feeling extra cruel today, and there’s nothing like a little bit of torture at the end of Trials. This one’s earned it, though opening the gates would start the endgame collapse. Jed wanted time with this one, hours maybe. He wanted to inspect every inch of bone that lay within irritating flesh. Too bad all the others were dead, he’d parade the survivor around to let the others see just how weak he really was. 

Hauling the nuisance to the gate wasn’t much of an issue, a grim cackle was let out as he dropped the last of the knife fodder right in front of those dooming metal doors. They were closed, but that mattered not. The gate still symbolized freedom, even if it was closed. There still lied the possibility of hope, which was soon to be rung out dry from the boy.

What even was this one’s name?

“You mind telling me your name?” Jed lightly kicked the newb in the ribs as he asked, encouraging cooperation.

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Nico yelled as he was pulled over the killer’s shoulder. Even though he tried to struggle, he knew that it was basically useless. “Get your hands off of me!” He exclaimed while trying to wriggle free. Eventually he realized they’d headed to the Exit Gates, and the drop made him oof a bit because of the somewhat rough let-down killers seemed to have.

He looked up at the Exit Gates before he felt a slight pain on his chest, registering as a light kick. He tried to remember the face of this Killer, anything, so that the next time - God, I hope there isn’t a next time - he encountered him, he’d know what killer it is. He’d heard the name ‘Ghostface’ or whatever whispered by the survivors.

“Nico,” he hissed. “Now what? You gonna let me out?” his voice slightly quivered on the question. “We’re right here. Nice of you to bring me, actually.” He wasn’t sure where the confidence to try to fuck with a killer again came up, when he was, well, going to eventually die. Unless he was nice. Not like he’s been nice.

[shrouded-jed]

Jesus, Jed didn’t expect the hope to show itself so fast. Nor did he really expect the new survivor - Nico- to actually respond with his name. A dark chuckle escapes him, he wedges the toe of his boot under the survivor’s chest to flip him over on his back, “Nico. Man, you even sound like a pain in the ass.” 

Stepping closer, Jed puts his heel on Nico’s throat, slowly applying some pressure with each passing second. Watching these people flounder and flail was always a hoot, just an absolute treat. He hums a dark, amused hum, “You want me to let you out? Hm, well, that’s funny- Because I totally thought you really, really wanted me to skin you alive. I mean, you’ve gotta earn my mercy, blazer. You literally could not have pissed me off more. I’ve been so patient, I got rid of your friends, just so I had some playtime with you.” 

The pressure is let off, the foot is removed. He’s kneeling next to Nico now, the tip of his knife teasing the skin of his face, “Maybe I can better prepare you for the future, teach you a lesson or two about what the role of ‘runner’ entails. Us killers really aren’t too fond of it, you know.” 

God, fuck, Jed wants blood. Blood everywhere, so badly does he want to rip this little prick apart. Make it worse than a sacrifice. To make this ‘Nico’ kid wish he was dead.

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“Ghck-” The pressure finally made a panic response well up in Nico. Words tried to form in his mouth, but all that came out were some sounds resembling mice - or, well, someone not being too good at breathing. Well, now he was breathing heavily and wide-eyed, after the pressure was alleviated. He started to shake a bit as the ghost of a touch of what definitely was a very sharp knife capable of making him bleed out then and there was on his face.

“Of- of course you’re not fond-” he whimpered. He wanted to back up, run, something, but apparently fight or flight picked freeze this round. “I- It’s just what I’m good at doing. I don’t still fffucking understand the roles or whatever.” His voice cracked, and he realized his vision was blurring.

No. No tears. You’re a strong, independent survivor. You can get out of this. You hope you can - no, you will get out of this. Nico, Nico, Nico. No cry. Your parents didn’t like when you cried either, don’t do it in front of a killer and give up.

[shrouded-jed]

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Trying to suppress a red rage was incredibly difficult, not to mention the fact that there happened to be a new survivor to the fog. New survivors always thought themselves hot shit, apparently. This one in particular was especially irritating, and had gotten Jed’s blood boiling right from the start of the Trial. 

Mori’ing the others didn’t do much to sate the godawful bloodlust that he felt, it actually made it worse. He’d killed the others an infinite number of times, he wanted this one to die. He wanted to kill this one very slowly, just to teach him a lesson on how this world works. Maybe mark him up a bit before he goes. Nothing like a good, degrading title to remind you how utterly weak you are. 

The grip Jed had on his knife was painful, he was keeping himself angry, obsessing over just how horrid the new guy was.

Soon, he thought, Soon enough, I’ll make you wish you’d stayed down the first time I got you.

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Shit shit shit, Nico thought, looking frantically for gens - or the Hatch, whatever appeared first. The slight lights of a generator attracted him towards it. “Whatever. My teammates being dead won’t stop me, right?” he mumbled as he started to work on the generator.

As he did so, crossing wires and getting parts to work - trying his best - he tried to look over his shoulders, feel anything approaching him. The guy he was against he’d never seen before, and wasn’t exactly keen on seeing him again. He wanted out, even after he’d taunted him at pallets and tried to make his life hell. There’s just 2 gens left, and if I can get them done, we’ll be golden… or, I’ll be, since my teammates were obviously killed.

His fingers almost slipped away as he thought so, snapping his attention back to the cruel reality he was stuck in for the time being, slightly shaking. Damn it, damn it, you’re gonna get out of this!

[shrouded-jed]

Just two generators left, which means the new survivor might get the notion that he can get out of this alive. Jed would make sure that didn’t happen, as this bastard didn’t deserve it. The newb didn’t deserve anything other than cold metal relieving his organs from the confinement of flesh. To pop his eyes right out of each socket and watch them dangle as he choked on blood. Hundreds of ideas popped into Jed’s head, making him grin wickedly behind the mask.

Until he eventually made it to a generator. Doing a quick spin around it revealed that there was nobody here. More rage wiped the grin off his face instantly. Damn it, god fucking damn it. He kicked the generator, decreasing any progress made on it. If the new survivor had made Jed’s life hell, he was gonna do it right back.

There was only one other gen, the survivor had to be there. If not, he was hiding. A poor choice, as he’d seen survivors solo two gens and escape plenty of times, although they weren’t cursed with the wrath of Ghostface.

Crouched with his knife raised, he crept to the red highlight he saw in the near distance. A flutter of twisted glee was felt in his chest, the sounds of someone fiddling with machinery was music to his ears. Soon the brat came into view, his back turned on the killer.

Perfect.

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“Come on, get done faster, you stupid fucking generator…” he hissed at the generator as his fingers worked on the thing, giving it life. Steadying his breathing and focus, he looked around the body of it for other openings needing repair. Hope he’s searching for the Hatch, I really hope he’s like, near the Hatch right now. Just let me escape.

He didn’t feel watched, didn’t feel in immediate danger. What he felt was a glimmer of hope as it continued to work. Enough to slightly hum to himself a tune while working on the gen, hoping it’d be masked by his own progress.

His fingers caught on a task and the gen exploded, and he shielded himself from it. “Shit-” he muttered, which broke his trance - and tune. He just hoped it wasn’t too late - that he wouldn’t be able to instantly spot and chase him - he was frozen in fear, no matter what raced in his mind that moment.

[shrouded-jed]

Watching as the generator exploded in the survivors face was like snorting a line of coke, the rage stood side by side with unreasonable joy. Jed crept closer, closer… Just a bit closer. A gloved hand reached out to grab the survivors shoulder, his grip harsh and meant to hurt. 

“Tough break, blazer.” He taunted as he hoisted the boy over his shoulder. Taking a quick scan around, he noticed the big gates of the exit gate not too far from where they were. Perfect, just perfect. Absolutely stunning, those gates had never made him more happy. 

He’s feeling extra cruel today, and there’s nothing like a little bit of torture at the end of Trials. This one’s earned it, though opening the gates would start the endgame collapse. Jed wanted time with this one, hours maybe. He wanted to inspect every inch of bone that lay within irritating flesh. Too bad all the others were dead, he’d parade the survivor around to let the others see just how weak he really was. 

Hauling the nuisance to the gate wasn’t much of an issue, a grim cackle was let out as he dropped the last of the knife fodder right in front of those dooming metal doors. They were closed, but that mattered not. The gate still symbolized freedom, even if it was closed. There still lied the possibility of hope, which was soon to be rung out dry from the boy.

What even was this one’s name?

“You mind telling me your name?” Jed lightly kicked the newb in the ribs as he asked, encouraging cooperation.

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

Nico yelled as he was pulled over the killer’s shoulder. Even though he tried to struggle, he knew that it was basically useless. “Get your hands off of me!” He exclaimed while trying to wriggle free. Eventually he realized they’d headed to the Exit Gates, and the drop made him oof a bit because of the somewhat rough let-down killers seemed to have.

He looked up at the Exit Gates before he felt a slight pain on his chest, registering as a light kick. He tried to remember the face of this Killer, anything, so that the next time - God, I hope there isn’t a next time - he encountered him, he’d know what killer it is. He’d heard the name ‘Ghostface’ or whatever whispered by the survivors.

“Nico,” he hissed. “Now what? You gonna let me out?” his voice slightly quivered on the question. “We’re right here. Nice of you to bring me, actually.” He wasn’t sure where the confidence to try to fuck with a killer again came up, when he was, well, going to eventually die. Unless he was nice. Not like he’s been nice.

[shrouded-jed]

@nico-chance-hellraiser

Trying to suppress a red rage was incredibly difficult, not to mention the fact that there happened to be a new survivor to the fog. New survivors always thought themselves hot shit, apparently. This one in particular was especially irritating, and had gotten Jed’s blood boiling right from the start of the Trial. 

Mori’ing the others didn’t do much to sate the godawful bloodlust that he felt, it actually made it worse. He’d killed the others an infinite number of times, he wanted this one to die. He wanted to kill this one very slowly, just to teach him a lesson on how this world works. Maybe mark him up a bit before he goes. Nothing like a good, degrading title to remind you how utterly weak you are. 

The grip Jed had on his knife was painful, he was keeping himself angry, obsessing over just how horrid the new guy was.

Soon, he thought, Soon enough, I’ll make you wish you’d stayed down the first time I got you.

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

Shit shit shit, Nico thought, looking frantically for gens - or the Hatch, whatever appeared first. The slight lights of a generator attracted him towards it. “Whatever. My teammates being dead won’t stop me, right?” he mumbled as he started to work on the generator.

As he did so, crossing wires and getting parts to work - trying his best - he tried to look over his shoulders, feel anything approaching him. The guy he was against he’d never seen before, and wasn’t exactly keen on seeing him again. He wanted out, even after he’d taunted him at pallets and tried to make his life hell. There’s just 2 gens left, and if I can get them done, we’ll be golden… or, I’ll be, since my teammates were obviously killed.

His fingers almost slipped away as he thought so, snapping his attention back to the cruel reality he was stuck in for the time being, slightly shaking. Damn it, damn it, you’re gonna get out of this!

[shrouded-jed]

Just two generators left, which means the new survivor might get the notion that he can get out of this alive. Jed would make sure that didn’t happen, as this bastard didn’t deserve it. The newb didn’t deserve anything other than cold metal relieving his organs from the confinement of flesh. To pop his eyes right out of each socket and watch them dangle as he choked on blood. Hundreds of ideas popped into Jed’s head, making him grin wickedly behind the mask.

Until he eventually made it to a generator. Doing a quick spin around it revealed that there was nobody here. More rage wiped the grin off his face instantly. Damn it, god fucking damn it. He kicked the generator, decreasing any progress made on it. If the new survivor had made Jed’s life hell, he was gonna do it right back.

There was only one other gen, the survivor had to be there. If not, he was hiding. A poor choice, as he’d seen survivors solo two gens and escape plenty of times, although they weren’t cursed with the wrath of Ghostface.

Crouched with his knife raised, he crept to the red highlight he saw in the near distance. A flutter of twisted glee was felt in his chest, the sounds of someone fiddling with machinery was music to his ears. Soon the brat came into view, his back turned on the killer.

Perfect.

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

“Come on, get done faster, you stupid fucking generator...” he hissed at the generator as his fingers worked on the thing, giving it life. Steadying his breathing and focus, he looked around the body of it for other openings needing repair. Hope he’s searching for the Hatch, I really hope he’s like, near the Hatch right now. Just let me escape.

He didn’t feel watched, didn’t feel in immediate danger. What he felt was a glimmer of hope as it continued to work. Enough to slightly hum to himself a tune while working on the gen, hoping it’d be masked by his own progress.

His fingers caught on a task and the gen exploded, and he shielded himself from it. “Shit-” he muttered, which broke his trance - and tune. He just hoped it wasn’t too late - that he wouldn’t be able to instantly spot and chase him - he was frozen in fear, no matter what raced in his mind that moment.

[shrouded-jed]

@nico-chance-hellraiser

Trying to suppress a red rage was incredibly difficult, not to mention the fact that there happened to be a new survivor to the fog. New survivors always thought themselves hot shit, apparently. This one in particular was especially irritating, and had gotten Jed’s blood boiling right from the start of the Trial. 

Mori’ing the others didn’t do much to sate the godawful bloodlust that he felt, it actually made it worse. He’d killed the others an infinite number of times, he wanted this one to die. He wanted to kill this one very slowly, just to teach him a lesson on how this world works. Maybe mark him up a bit before he goes. Nothing like a good, degrading title to remind you how utterly weak you are. 

The grip Jed had on his knife was painful, he was keeping himself angry, obsessing over just how horrid the new guy was.

Soon, he thought, Soon enough, I’ll make you wish you’d stayed down the first time I got you.

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

Shit shit shit, Nico thought, looking frantically for gens - or the Hatch, whatever appeared first. The slight lights of a generator attracted him towards it. “Whatever. My teammates being dead won’t stop me, right?” he mumbled as he started to work on the generator.

As he did so, crossing wires and getting parts to work - trying his best - he tried to look over his shoulders, feel anything approaching him. The guy he was against he’d never seen before, and wasn’t exactly keen on seeing him again. He wanted out, even after he’d taunted him at pallets and tried to make his life hell. There’s just 2 gens left, and if I can get them done, we’ll be golden... or, I’ll be, since my teammates were obviously killed.

His fingers almost slipped away as he thought so, snapping his attention back to the cruel reality he was stuck in for the time being, slightly shaking. Damn it, damn it, you’re gonna get out of this!

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

// I rise from the grave. I’ll try to interact a bit more now!

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

//Passing out now, I’ll get the last 2 starters posted tomorrow, hopefully!

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

Since the Nerf War, Nico decided to arm himself with a Sharpshooter II. I’m sure some killer will eventually wipe the grin off his face.

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

//drawing is hard but I Have To Draw Nico With A Sharpshooter II, Nobody Is Stopping Me.

[a-cool-entity-deactivated202204]

Nerf War Event!!!

Basically, if you’re a survivor, draw your survivor with a nerf gun(your choice)

Killer’s get the plastic lightsabers

Entity’s are referees.

That’s it. That’s the entire post.

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

[starter for @a-cool-entity]

Nico wasn’t sure where he’d wandered off to. His head was foggy with the feeling of a recent Hook death. All that he could make out in his head was the thought ‘I feel like static’. As the surroundings muddled together, he could slightly make out... a someone, in the distance. Dimmed eyes looked up at whoever the hell he’d stumbled upon.

“Hey... don’t think I’ve seen you around the... Campfire. Maybe...” his voice droned. “Maybe we could be friends... or some...thing.” He seemed to rummage around in his pockets for something, only to be disappointed again, in the fact that whatever he might’ve had was, well, gone or taken.

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

[starter for @killers-kitten]

Nico was sat by the Campfire, looking at its flames and generally processing some sort of things… What was clear was he’d come back from a Trial, and he wasn’t exactly… used to it. While he tried to talk with the others, some sort of somber tone soaked into his voice while he did, whether it was a joke or normal conversation. Eventually some went off to do their other things, or were off to Trials. However, one person seemed to spark a bit of interest.

“Hey,” he spoke with force, “how’re you doing?” A smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes spread across his mouth. “Don’t think we’ve talked before.”

[killers-kitten]

Mary looked up from where she was sitting on the ground at the person who had addressed her. She had been biting the leather on one of her bracelets to tighten it back up around her wrist when he had spoken so the strap was still in her mouth when she acknowledged him. She let go of the strap and tilted her head, pulling her jacket sleeve back in place quickly.

“Uhhh. Hi. I’m okay for being stuck in a repeating nightmare… And not one of the good kinds.” She glanced off to the side sarcastically at her last comment then back up at him. “I don’t think we’ve met either. Who are you?”

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

He slightly smiled a bit more genuinely. “Hah, yeah… it is like a new layer of hell almost, eh? I’m Nico.” he introduced himself. “A new guy, I suppose.” he chuckled, before shifting around in his own jacket near the fire. He never really wanted to take it off, no matter if he was close to the warmth that was the Campfire or not. “Haven’t, uh, been in too many Trials yet.”

[killers-kitten]

Mary nodded, seeming to understand somewhat. “Yeah kinda like a hell. Cept not exactly personalized like I had thought it would be. I’m Mary by the way.” She held out a hand to him with a slight smile. “You might want to get used to either dying or getting hooked. It’s gonna happen quite often. Though sometimes if you get it right you can escape before the killer gets you. Or they give you the hatch.” 

[nico-chance-hellraiser]

“Well, nice to meet you... I’m still confused about that. Why do they let you escape like that? Wouldn’t they be rewarded more if they just... you know,” he laughed nervously. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it, yet.” He looked back over at the fire. “But... hey. At least we won’t have to worry about death, eh? Well, permanently, anyway. Never have to finally lose a friend...” It was clear he was still grappling with the concept of his loss of mortality, too. “It’s like someone just, bent the rules of reality here.”