🐈⬛The endless cycle of trial after. It was non-stop, Dani's punishment. A punishment that he received for sparing survivors, sometimes all 4. He was sick of playing the game right now. He was tired and needed rest in which The Entity kind did not indulge him with.
This trial was like the last. He didn't have the strength in him to do anything. The body just needed rest. Maybe Danny could push through but this was Dani's punishment and he was forced to front by The Entity herself.
Same old, same old. The Survivors ran away when he attempt to be friendly. If he kicked a generator maybe The Entity would get off his back and let him rest. He sighed jot truly caring about the trial anymore. Maybe he could nap in basement with the signing voices, juussst maybe.
Then he saw a new survivor. Well not one he had interacted with that is. He had a mop top and looked to be just barely an adult. Thank God for that. Dani was tired of seeing The Entity drag children in here. It was deplorable even for a serial killer let alone a "god" to do such things.
Dani decided to approach, Toaster in tow, silently as not to scare him off. "Hello mop top. I don't believe we've met!" 🐈⬛
Quentin had been fixing the contents of his med-kit, putting together rolls of bandages and filling up syringes. After all was said and done, he closed the med-kit and stood up.
At the sound behind him, Quentin jumped and immediately swung around, using the med-kit as some kind of weapon to smack Dani right in the face. Realizing what he had done, he cursed under his breath.
“Shit! Sorry- sorry, you scared me- holy shit, are you okay?”
He dropped the supplies almost instantly and stepped forward, his hands hovering in front of his chest. Quentin bit his lip and leaned forward,
“Damn, sorry- are you good? ..you don’t.. look like a survivor.”