Where have you been hiding, my love? Did you not enjoy our last time together? How long must I wait out here till you leave your camp and come into my waiting arms.. or waiting bat if you wanna be difficult. Come back to me~ I love you!~
[Send my muse creepy messages on anon! Scare the shit out of them!: Accepting] @lovesick-obsessive
The survivor shivered whilst reading the note. There was only one person that would send him such "love" letters. The writing style was the same as the previous one. It had to have been from Judas.
Their last meeting was a blur to Samuel. There was pain and blood, but the rest was taken by the fog. Did he make any promises to the killer? That didn't sound like him. He wouldn't forget it.
But he couldn't stay in his camp for eternity. Sooner or later, something would drag him out into the woods, and he'd come across Judas. After being set free from Ghost, a new threat lurked in the dark fog.
With a sigh, the journalist folded the piece of paper and placed it into his pocket. Then he left the safety of the camp and anxiously looked out into the darkness.
"You could have just said you wanted for us to meet up..." He attempted, even when he wasn't sure if Judas was really there.
[Send a ✩ to find out what my OC’s first impression would be of your OC, based on appearance, word of mouth and nothing else: No longer accepting]
@midnight-radio-host
Surv!Ghost
“He seems alright. Although... A relationship with an Entity? I wonder if that’s for the benefits or out of honest feelings. Either way, I should probably stay away from him. Even if he seems like a nice guy.”
K!Sam
“He is cute. I love the fluff of his hair. Shame that he is a stupid survivor. But maybe at least chasing him would be fun. I will have to find out once I meet him.”
@lovesick-obsessive
Surv!Ghost
“Judas sounds repulsive. My only hope is to not become his obsession. His killing style feels similar to a cat chasing a mouse. Toying, rather than killing. It would’ve made for a good article in the real world. Here? It’s a nuisance.”
K!Sam
“He’s the better version of that survivor! Just like I am better than the survivor version of myself. We have so much in common already <3 I do hope that he will look away from that sorry excuse of a human and focus on me instead.”
@bloodstainedflannel
Surv!Ghost
“I can appreciate his style. He seems capable of manipulation. It feels natural for him to lure in his prey through the use of simple kindness. Something he does only to trap them in that fake portrayal. Intelligent, most likely. You can’t call that pure luck... It reminds me of a certain person. Someone I hope to never see again.”
K!Sam
“Oh, hello handsome,” the killer smiles, as he is shown the image of Xavier. “I bet my survivor self already fell for him, that stupid idiot. I, however, would never let Xavier control me. I’m simply too smart for that. A shared tea on neutral ground would be all I could offer.”
[Fuck with my muse: No longer accepting] @lovesick-obsessive
19: follow my muse
33: hit my muse over the head with a blunt object
30: lock my muse in a room
36: bite my muse
7: stab my muse
The note that he had received forced the survivor out of his camp and into the woods. Worry was clouding his mind, making him unaware of his surroundings. All he could focus on was the poisonous promise from an unknown author and the destination he was heading for. The deep lake in the middle of the woods, the only place closest to a shower he could think of, one that was safer than sneaking into a killer’s realm. In the real world, he would often stand in the shower, let the water run down his body and clear his mind. In here he lacked the privilege and learned to take what was offered.
As always in the foggy forest, he felt watched. Choosing to ignore it, he pressed on at a faster pace. It was not unusual for strange creatures to observe him, even if he could not always see them. It always made Samuel nervous, his nails digging into his palms from the worry of a potential attack from an unknown source. Of course, he was rarely attacked in the woods, but the possibility still worried him.
A snap of a branch returned him to the present and he spun on his heels to look in the right direction just behind himself. There was nobody there, not even a stir in the fog which would signify that somebody tried to run away from their hidden position. Another of his paranoia, it must have been. Being a survivor for so long had made him jumpy whenever he heard a sound, but that was only what came with his role.
“H-hello?” he called out. It might have been Danny trying to tease him again. The killer told him before that it was amusing how easy it was to scare him, but Samuel did not consider it as amusing.
The survivor was ready to look back into the direction he previously took when something heavy connected with the back of his skull. Dark spots filled his vision, and he felt his body hit the ground, before all disappeared, the survivor losing consciousness.
When Samuel came to, the realized that he was in a room that he did not recognize. It was not one that he would have seen so often in trials, not the Bastard’s private realm and it was not Danny’s secret hideaway either. The pain had forced him to close his eyes again and groan, as the sight of it all made the headache hit him full force. He wanted to move his hand to the back of his skull but feared that he would feel dried blood sticking to his blonde hair.
Suddenly a scream was pulled out of him when somebody’s teeth sunk into the soft flesh on his arm. The sound was not only caused by pain but also fear of the sudden realization that he was not alone. Blindly, the survivor threw his limbs around, trying to push whoever his assailant was away from himself, but that turned out to be a mistake. Whoever the other was turned out to be armed and annoyed with his sudden thrashing. A cold blade sunk into his thigh and he chocked, trying not to vomit from the mix of sensations.
“I am sorry! I am sorry, alright? I will not move anymore, just please…” There was a hope that whoever the other was, he could at least stop the brutal assault on his body. Currently, he needed a break to at least ease up the constant throbbing in his brain.
➳ : mark them on any part of their body ( specify which one ).
Sam would’ve expected a little extra pain, maybe. An extra crack at her knees or something. She already hates that baseball bat with a fucking passion. But she didn’t expect pain on the hook. Her head is still spinning from the blow that took her down.
Bloody hands hold onto the hook that’s pierced her shoulder. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, silencing a sob as the killer’s knife snaps the tension of her tights and digs into her thigh.
