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@insomnia-without-limits continued from here.
Krueger cracked a smirk at the boy barking his own question.
The way Quentin was going at it, he might not have to kill him after all. He might do it himself with all the caffeine.
He shrugs, leaning on the table across from him before answering. “Now, now, don’t be like that. I was merely checking in on one of my favorite guys, that’s all.”
“..So, how’ve you been?”
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The insomniac. Resolute dream-walker as he was mostly described. Who he nicknamed P-QS12. But, Mr. Smith worked for him just fine. So, when the time came, he had himself a Trial chalk-full of electrocuting his victims; P-MT2, P-FM10 and P-DK7. And, now, Mr. Smith. Herman remembered and enjoyed the wall-bouncing screams of pain as his electricity danced up Quentin’s body. Yet, it was never pleasing enough, not until he got to quickly and extremely painfully melt the insomniac’s tired brain from the inside out.
However, the worm was proving difficult to find within the walls of Lery’s. Despite The Doctor knowing every single twist and turn, it still was a maze when it came down to finding the last survivor.
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Something felt a little... Off. was everything suddenly bigger? And why did it feel like he wasn’t wearing his mask. He raised a hand to check if it was there, only to catch a glimpse of it. It was small and he wasn’t wearing his overalls, either. A quick glance down at himself revealed he was wearing that stupid dress his mother had made him wear to a neighborhood cook out not long before that Halloween he had killed his sister. It was just as horrible as he remembered. But at least he still had his knife.
Was this some kind of punishment for letting the insomniac go? Or had had done something else worthy of punishment that he wasn’t aware of. Either way the change had happened as he was entered into a trial and he was intent of not letting this handicap stop him. Not having a mask might be a bit of a problem, however, if anyone realised who he was. He scowled a little, using the knife to cut into the sleeve enough that he’d be able to tear it the rest of the way and using it as a make shift face mask. And great. His hair was still long, but he’d deal with that later.
It was very inconvenient in general, but he would have to make do. He wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to get the survivors to the hooks but... Maybe he would just make sure they all bled out. For now he stalked off, trying to find a survivor to check if he could still tier up.
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quentin? thats gay you couldnt even reach to smooch him
There was a young child wandering around Haddonfield, holding a chicken plush in his arms. He was confused and afraid. The houses were all wrong. They didn’t have doors or furniture. Strange machines were scattered around seemingly at random. There didn’t appear to be any way in or out of this freaky neighborhood. He was trapped. But not alone. There was a scary-looking man walking around, barely making a sound. The child followed from a distance, doing his best to stay out of sight. ~Quincy
Michael could feel something off about this trial. Something wasn’t sitting right in his mind. It was a vague feeling, one he tried to ignore. He stopped in the middle of the street, glancing around silently for the sight of any survivor. He knew something was up, but he couldn’t tell if it was Entity related or the survivors messing with him again. He could feel someones eyes on him and he turned to look behind him. He squinted behind his mask. Someone was following him. He started stalking back towards where he’d come from. He’d find them and hook them.
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@insomnia-without-limits ( its not tagging them???) Hi my name is: Quentin Smith I’m looking for: a cute guy to cuddle with, friendship, fellow chicken lovers, people who hate Freddy Krueger as much as I do My Hobbies are: Disassociating™, pissing off killers, getting Mori’d, memes, feeling dead inside, photography My favorite number is: 42 + @sleep-insomniac Hi my name is: Quentin Smith I’m looking for: Just someone who’s also quiet and likes to stay awake with me My Hobbies are: Outside of Trials.. I like looking up at the stars, reading what I find, and also helping the others with their items! My favorite number is: 34
We looked into our database. The only person who hates Kruger as much as Quentin, is an other Quentin. We also asked 500 kindergardners who the cutest boy was, and all of them agreed the green crayon tasted yellow. So we took that as Quentin was the cutest boy. And nobody loves the unhealthy act of staying awake for weeks on end like Quentin smith! All you had to do was look in a mirror to find your true love... but I can see as where maybe Mirrors aren’t your thing...
An excited Quentin bounded up to Bubba. He had one of The Wraith’s cloaks wrapped around him. “Look at what Philip gave me!” ~insomnia-without-limits
Bubba gasped a little, reaching out and touching the cloak. “Oh! He gave it to you?” He smiled at Quentin, happy to see him in a good mood. “It looks good on you!”
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((*dabs*)) Sitting at the kitchen table, Quentin glowers at Freddy over the brim of his coffee mug as the demon flickers in and out of reality. Micronaps were a real bitch and a half to deal with. Staring him dead in the eyes, he reaches for a nearby can of Monster and slowly pours it into his cup, mixing it with his (black) coffee and forming an unholy caffeinated concoction. “Begone, thot.” ~insomnia-without-limits
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That one got him to cock his head to the side. What the hell was a thot?
Although, he was partly wondering if he was the living equivalent to the feeling some people get when seeing a cockroach to this boy sometimes the way he acted.
Krueger merely watched as he mixed the most disgusting looking drink before even responding.
“Oh come on.. No hello or anything? That’s just rude.”
