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ah knew this place was haunted. /throws one entire chainsaw to start the exorcism
Please donât. Please donât. Please donât.

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begrimedchains replied to your post: darkseraphscorner replied to your post: I swear I...
ah knew this place was haunted. /throws one entire chainsaw to start the exorcism
Please donât. Please donât. Please donât.
shelter from 1 good boi
nonverbal starters | @begrimedchainsshelter - protect them
A desperate lacking of medical supplies required someone to traverse the realms. With so many injured, Claudette stepped away from her comfort zone around the campfire and stepped past those dreaded gates to play the noble hero.
She has limited knowledge of where killers prefer to be outside of trials, just that they inhabit the realms beyond every gate.
Without active search, it is easier to sneak around, but that doesnât stop her heart from beating straight out of her chest; expecting a killer behind every corner, every turn. Every breath may give her away.Â
SNAP!
A yelp escapes the throat. Pain is shot up the leg as metal jaws come to clamp around the foot, rusted spikes digging into flesh draw crimson. She collapses to the dusty ground, gripping the jaws. The hinge squeaks, but she canât manage to pull it apart.
She hears rustling somewhere in the distance. It could have been the wind, or a crow, but she wasnât chancing it. Thereâs strangled attempts to pull it apart, becoming desperate. Pulling her foot until the bright red is visible outside of her boot.
And as she looks up, she sees him. The killer. Well, a killer. Not the one who she would particularly expect to see with bear traps at the MacMillan Estate.Â
But that didnât matter now. What mattered was he was bounding towards her, weapons in hand and all she could do was shield herself with her arms. Cowering as he got close.
But there was no rev of the chain saw, no raise of the mallet. No. He crouches. Claudette tries to squirm away to no avail, only exacerbating whatever injuries sheâs already sustained from the trap locked around her foot.
Hands much larger than her own then reach for the trap and nigh effortlessly pull it apart. She flinches as the spikes dislodge from her joints-- and only then does her shielding hands lower to look at her ...
... Savior?
Thereâs long pause as she debates whether to turn tail and run or to express gratitude. So she remains sitting there in shock, breath heavy as she retreats her injured foot away from the trap.
Finally the adrenaline scattered brain sorts that she ought to go before the Trapper does arrive. No doubt he heard the sound of a trap set off.
   âTh-tha-thank you.â
She stammers, clambering to her feet.Â
Thereâs a brief moment she looks him in the eye, furrowed brows etching across her features like she is most definitely confused--- before she turns tail and scrambles as fast as she can for the exit gate.
[ Â WHAT Â SHAPE Â DOES Â YOUR Â PAIN Â TAKE? ]Â
You have chains, keeping you linked to something you'd rather leave behind. Maybe this is a bad family, traumatic event, toxic relationship... But something's keeping you trapped there, and you don't know how to escape it. You can turn the chain around, to help you instead of trap you... Can't you?
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Tagging: you steal it :P
begrimedchains replied to your post:
âIf I tell myself to fuck off and my self fucks off, does that mean⊠I still exist?â Someone found Jeffâs stash of devilâs cabbage.
âWhat if we exist... outside the fabric of existence itself...? If we fuck off, are we just fucking back into a continuous cycle?â
raspberry
 âââ  ( COLORFUL HEADCANONS  ; accepting !  )  * @begrimedchains
raspberry: what food and / or drink can your muse not get enough of ? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions ?
gabeâs guilty pleasure food is a bacon cheeseburger with chili fries. he doesnât have it often, usually after a hunt that was especially tiring and he feels like he deserves a lil reward. his other food he canât get enough of is his mamaâs peach cobbler but itâs definitely reserved for special occasions. reserved for holidays or for when gabe is really struggling. Â
begrimedchains replied to your post: Don't know if you've seen the lastest dev stream...
i mean while writing him a background i did consider the idea his deformities were also part of a twin he just absorbed too, itâs a fun idea. make it quadruplets and billy gettinâ 4ks in the womb. what a savage.
Actually âphysically absorbingâ an unborn twin in the early state of a fetus is a thing (I donât know what itâs called tho). So whether it is just a discarded idea or really canon, itâs a really interesting backstory detail. And of course gives us sth to work with on our own perspective.
Also Skeu, 4K, what the heck. XD
begrimedchains replied to your post âEvan's eyes narrow and he tilted his head. "What does a 'snacc' mean?...â
"Ah likes snacks."
âI know you do, Billy.â
jacket snaccket
âNow listen.â He tightens the large blanket Claudette had made specifically for the Killer around Billyâs shoulder, tying the connecting string as tight as he thought was a safe and acceptable for the unwanted man-child. âI donât care if you can eat pallets like poptarts, youâre bundling up before we go outside, or else youâll get frostbite again.â
Yes, playing in the snow was fun, but do you know what also else is fun? Not getting hypothermia. âAnd I donât want to be chased by Claudy again- so put these fucking booties on.â