flamethrower guy.

❛  for you see, this mountain, it belongs to the WENDIGO.  ❜

[krispytin]

AU where flamethrower guy teaches the group how to avoid a wendigo.

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he’d been watching the kid for a while.  it was hard to do anything on the mountain without him knowing,  it had been a few months after the police stopped looking for the twins when he started coming up here.  at first,  jack assumed it was for SENTIMENTAL REASONS but quickly realized he was wrong.  at first it was small,  dragging up things in the cable car  &  mucking around with the fuse box in the lodge.  BUT  when he started slaughtering the pigs         he should have done something sooner.  (  forgoing the flamethrower for once,  he crept down mountain  ).  resting against the doorframe,  staring into the workshop that was splattered in blood,  he shook his head.  ❛ kid...  whatever you think you’re doing,  it won’t bring them back. ❜

@yourenotreal ♡’d.

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it was always the same.  a silly group of children showed up  &  death happened.  (  five years ago when daisy and her friends snuck up here,  last year  &  now,  they’re back  ).  he’d tried to guide them.  to tell them to STOP but they didn’t listen.  and most of them got killed.  apart froma blood splattered red head.  the lodge that was once a home burned in ruins and the girl stared at the sky,  as if HOPING something was coming to save her.  (  nothing would be able to fly in in this weather  ).  heavy boots crunch across the ground,  extending a hand to her.  ❛ get up.  no one is coming to save you.  not yet anyways.  a blizzard is on its way and if you want to survive,  come with me. ❜

@beaniebabied ♡’d.

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whoot ! jazz hands @ everyone bc u should totally like this starter call !

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whoot ! jazz hands @ everyone bc u should totally like this starter call !

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@slitflame || what even are we doing?

Another year GONE. Another year SUFFERED through. The pain weighed heavy in her chest as the NOW NINE total losses haunted her every day. It was just meant to be a PRANK. It was just meant to be a GETAWAY.         Ashley was told now COUNTLESS times that she had been the LUCKY one, the one to make it OFF that bloody mountain, but she WASN’T SO sure. While her friends rested in PEACE, Ashley was made to PUSH onward. However unwillingly. 

The chilled air BIT through her unfittingly thin layer but the teen’s expression remained neutral. It was almost a comfort in some ways         as the CABLE CAR slowly descended upon her location. A REMINDER that she could in FACT still feel something. Although feeling such things weren’t her main focus upon coming back to this PLACE. Foot falls clanked against metal as she took her spot inside the car once it had MADE its journey, and off she was. To be ALONE. To be away from all the pitied looks she got - TO JOIN HER FRIENDS. Whatever happened this weekend alone, would be welcomed with open arms. 

Either she’d finally find some solace in their loss, or it’d all end soon enough. Ashley would have been frightened  of such a dark thought one year ago, but no more. She had seen the DARKNESS this world held, and no more cared to search for the light.

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he thought they’d stay away.  that after the first time,  they MIGHT have learned their lesson when the twins died  (  they didn’t.  they came back up again  ).  with the police roaming the grounds during the first investigation and then to try and find the rest of the bodies the second time,  he’d been forced to hide.  the creaking sound of the cable car ECHOED around the mountain.  fingers gripped tighter around the guns,  jaw clenching as he watched.  who was it this time ?  surely it wasn’t the teenagers again.  they must have learned their lesson this time.

(  they found one in the mines,  skull crushed on.  they’d shot another,  one had her jaw ripped off and they found another hanging in the mines.  the rest had been found in the remains of the lodge.  apart from one  ).  the red headed girl with blood splattered on her.  the gun drags along the ground,  leaving a trail in the thick snow.  one year since they died and two years since the twins.  WHOEVER THE FUCK THOUGHT COMING BACK HER WAS A GOOD IDEA?  the snowfall had slowed down and was now just a soft haze,  barely even snowing at all now.

anger pounded inside of his veins,  staring as he watched the young girl emerge from the car cable.  who did she think she was.  as if her  &  her friends had not caused enough tragedy.  she had no right to return.  

the flamethrower was buckled back,  freeing both hands to cross over his chest.  should he confront her ?  yes.  he decides.  eyebrows furrowed,  biting down on his red lips.  dark eyes flickered around the station,  glinting in the light.  the girl was here.  the lone survivor.  feet crunch against the snow  &  he assumes she’s heard him by now.

❛ you shouldn’t be here. ❜  his lungs are frosted,  wanting to tell her to LEAVE.  that if she wants to survive,  if she wants to make it out alive,  she’ll need to leave.  (  he knows she’s too stubborn for that.  anyone willing to come back here for a THIRD TIME isn’t just going to leave  ).

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fingerguns @ my dash !  like this if u wanna plot and ill come rolling into ur im !

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fcrthriight replied to your post:

literally what i thought and i cant even deal with it haha

im not even sorry in the slightest sebastian stan is a god and i will use him until i die

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@hisbrutality

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❛  should any MAN OR WOMAN resort to CANNABLISM in these woods,  the spirit of the wendigo shall be UNLESHED!  ❜    /    ind. flamethrower guy frm. until dawn.