#michael-is-dead-inside

[thepigsaw]

Banishing the entity- @michael-is-dead-inside

The serenity of the quiet wilderness was honestly enough to give Amanda a headache. She hated the soundless pit of nothing... That's all it was really. Nothing. A fake reality that constantly changed and constricted around her, she sat fidgety on a log, her pink nails picking at the scars on her wrist. She couldn't take it here. She didnt even come by her own will. But the constant fear of death and torment plagued her mind-- the threats of the faceless entity. It wanted it's people... souls. At this point she wasn't even sure if these souls were sinful ones, ones that deserved to be punished in her game. Or if they were merely people it picked off the streets... Either way it went, no one was innocent. Everyone needed to be cleansed, and being trapped in this hell made her want to relapse.

The brunettes breath grew heavy, all she could hear were crows and her raged breathing. She wasn't sure when the entity would pick her up and put her back out there. Nor did she care. She just wanted everyone to stay away. She felt as if at any given moment she would breakdown and maybe even hurt one of the other trapped killers. If that were even possible. Rough groans left the girls lips from the back of her throat; her hands reached up to grip her hair as if she were going mad. She didnt want to put that God damn mask back on. This wasn't what she stood for. She clenched her teeth hard as if holding in a scream, her boots viciously kicked against the log as she swayed her feet. When would it end? How could she make it? She couldn't do it alone...

[spookyspookyspookspook-blog]

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Vivian paused in her running as she noticed Kate in a locker stuttering to a stop that nearly caused her to fall onto her knees. Her frame became still as she listened closely taking the box between her two hands looking over it carefully. It was when she sat it on top of the generator that Kate had been working on the sound reached her. Her eyes widened a bit glancing around quickly causing her hair to fly about.

With her hands closing into fists she curled in slightly onto herself hiding behind the generator she snuck around the bush line. She couldn’t get caught now no one came in with items and her stock pile was almost gone. Vivian continued until she noticed another chest causing her to jump excitedly up from her place and skip over to it. Which out of her impulsive behavior wasn’t the best move on her part.Opening the chest she began to dig through it a happy giggle coming from her throat. Managing to pull a key from the chest she held it up looking at it. A bright happy smile pulled on her lips as her eyes roamed over the pearls hanging off the weaved ring.

@michael-is-dead-inside

[fierceathlete-a]

Michael sinking his teeth into Meg's neck.

A    BLOOD   LUST    INBOX    MEME8. your  muse  sinking  their  teeth  into  my  muses  neck.

Meg should’ve been paying more attention to her surroundings. She’d been distracted though and it ended up being the reason she was taken by surprise. The ginger couldn’t tell you when he’d snuck up behind her. All she knew was that one moment she was working on a generator and then her face was practically slammed into a nearby wall.

Struggling to break free, the athlete brought her hands onto the wall and pushed. Despite her best efforts though, the killer was clearly stronger than her. Without warning, teeth bit into her neck. Crying out in shock, she winced and doubled her efforts to get free.

“The hell are you doing? Get off!”

[fierceathlete-a]

@michael-is-dead-inside

Meg couldn't remember the last time she'd been in a chase this intense. For the past few trials, the redhead had found herself in wide-open areas where her agility and speed had kept her alive. However, her years of track and field wouldn't help her inside the Treatment Theatre. It was such a small area and all the paths were incredibly predictable. Breaking line of sight was hard to do and Meg didn't want to look behind her to see if she was still being followed.

Her heart was pounding in her ears as she tried to keep her breathing even. All she needed to do was get out. Her friends had already gotten 4 generators up and running. As long as she could distract long enough for the fifth one to be completed, Meg should hopefully be able to get out.

The distance between them was closing quickly though. She needed to find a pallet or something to give her a moment to get away.

[valentineslsher-blog]

Harry lemme smash - Michael

Hey, Michael? Die.

[sacrisomnia]

“ I am not a bad man even though I do bad things " - Survivor Michael

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Michael had left them. Left them all, behind, bleeding out on hooks and dirt and hopelessness. 

Upon their return to the campfire, no one wanted to help Michael with his injuries. Only Quentin approached him, medkit in hand. Quentin didn’t approve of the sacrifices either, but he wasn’t going to just let someone bleed out in the woods.

It was the only thing Michael had said. The needle pressed between Quentin’s fingers stills, shiny and red, loving the moonlight. They were far enough away, Michael was quiet enough, no one else could hear them.

He tugs at the suture, making sure it wasn’t too loose, returning to the work. “You just wanted to survive.” Quentin murmured. “Can’t fault you for that.” While spoken softly, there is an edge to it, showing he still cared enough to disapprove.

“I’m sure you’re not a bad guy, but most of the others won’t understand that if you keep doing this.” He added, gently wiping the finished stitches with antiseptic. “If you make enemies like this, nobody will help you when you need it the most. It’s important that you understand that. How’s the shoulder feeling?”

[fierceathlete-a]

❛ You don’t know what I’m capable of. ❜ - Survivor Michael

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 // 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

“Yeah? Is that what you think, tough guy?” Meg questioned, her voice taking on an edge of anger. Glad to know that the other survivors were away in trials, the ginger wasn’t worried about being overheard by anyone. Starring Michael down, she jabbed at his chest with her finger, “Do you not remember that I’ve felt your hands against my neck? Did you forget about the time you nearly suffocated me mid-trial?!”

God, the athlete couldn’t tell you how pissed she was that he was speaking to her in such a condescending way. Bringing her hands up to grab the collar of his shirt, Meg yanked Michael down so she could stare into his eyes easier. She stepped closer, their chests touching as she hissed, “I’m not being kind to you because I’m some air-headed idiot who isn’t aware of the fact that you could kill me in an instant. The fact is that I’m looking past all that because I look at you and see myself back when I was a child - alone and uncertain of just what to do.”

Releasing his shirt from her grasp, Meg didn’t move away from him, “So shut the fuck up and get used to me talking to you, got it? Next time you say some dumb shit like that, I’ll beat some sense into ya. You’re not gunna scare me off by playing the scary big man card. I’m a stubborn bitch, deal with it.”

[fierceathlete-a]

how can you look at me and see something good? - Survivor Michael

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     Meg paused for a moment, surprised by the question. It wasn’t often that Michael spoke, especially around the campfire. He was usually the silent type, sticking to the outskirts of the campsite and keeping to himself. This was definitely a pleasant surprise, though she wished the topic was a bit more enjoyable.

          “Michael… Everyone has a little bit of good inside them and that includes you.”

     She knew what this was about. The only reason he was even approaching her was because of the last trial. He’d lost himself then. His hands around her throat had been so tight, robbing her of the very air she needed. Her hands came up instinctively to try and save herself, clawing at his hands desperately. Vision going dark, Meg had been certain that would be where she died. She couldn’t find it in herself to care, simply glad that her death was by the hands of a fellow survivor instead of the Pig.

                                                       Then he’d dropped her.

     Michael had dropped her like she was a sack of hot coals that had burned him. He’d been quick to run away from her, not even giving her a chance to try and speak through her coughs and gasps of air. They’d all escaped the trial in the end but he hadn’t even looked her direction since.

          “I’m not mad at you,” Meg whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear what was being discussed. She wasn’t sure if Michael had done the same thing to anyone else but it hadn’t made its rounds on the camp yet so hopefully it would be fine. Keeping her voice low, she continued, “We’ve all had that urge to harm someone once in a while. It comes and goes, it’s a part of life. The only thing that matters is that you didn’t go through with it in the end.”