#nervousleader

[damntragedy]

closed starter @nervousleader

He caught the survivor skulking around too close to the edge of their camp. Eldridge stalked along the tree line, watching him. When he was close enough to close in, the Butcher reached out and grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head. "Dangerous to be out on your own."

[goblinmuses]

"David? Can I talk to you about something? Away from the others?"

@nervousleader

"Oh, yeah sure" Only thing he could think of that Dwight would want to talk to him about, was the whole...Ace incident, and his attitude. He stood up and followed behind the leader, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Look, 'm sorry about bein' a prick there before."

[theanimatronic]

His mind is in full panic to the point his brain isn't sure what's real right now. All Dwight can think about is his horrible stepdad ready to hurt him. Hurt his sister. The words tumble out faster than he can process, throwing his arms up to shield himself from the coming blow.

"Please, dad, don't! I'm sorry!"

He had ENOUGH of this. Enough of the entity toying with him, enough of this human plaguing his brain, and enough of being called SOFT for not killing this one. He would prove he was more then capable of playing these trials as intended!

And here he stood, towering over this...pathetic, sniveling, coward of a leader, arm cocked back ready to down him and take his victory. The rest of his team went down easily enough...he wasn't about to let any of them survive this trial. Savage and swift he was in taking the others down....now it was Dwight's turn...

Just one left to take down

"Your crying will not stop me" He growled, those glassy eyes burning bright with resolve. He will NOT be made a fool of, not by this human, and certainly not by the entity.

'Please, dad, don't! I'm sorry!'

He stopped, a startled and stunned sound slipping past his locked jaws. Why? why had he called him THAT? The animatronic took a large step back, like that very word had physically attacked him, knife clattering to the floor...axe vanishing into the void. "Wha..." He managed before falling silent...his once bright eyes flickering wildly...before shutting off completely. What remained standing was nearly a husk, a frozen robot, like the man inside the suit was gone.

For a few moments the mechanical mascot simply tilted its head to follow Dwight's sounds, movements far too stiff and unnatural compared to his normal motions...like it had slipped into a basic pre-programmed routine...just, watching him.

[antioceas]

❛ you think you are invincible, but they're going to catch you someday. ❜ ((Dwight to Zaychik @nervousleader ))

"Maybe I am invincible. Did you think of that, buddy?" He readjusted his mask tighter over his face, "Come on! Have you ever seen me go down for the count? No." Throwing his arms out as if he was so proud of himself, as if he had just proven his point. If he could have smiled, Zaychik would have been - grinning from ear to ear in that obnoxious way people like them had a tendency to.

"Hey, you okay?" Maybe now wasn't the time for bragging...

[odditymuse]

dwight fairfield ꒰ @nervousleader ꒱ sent : ⤷ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜

Nea was tired of it. Honest and genuinely, she was tired of it. Constant, fearing for her life, hanging off a hook like a piece of meat. Terrified, and all of this because of some stupid dare she'd agreed on from her so called friends. She wanted out.

Dwight was a sight for sore eyes, at the very least. Helping her off the hook, causing a small cry of pain in the meantime as her hand immediately went to the wound. A huff at his words -- always so optimistic, he was. "Gonna say that without shaking out of your skin next time?" Her voice was not even, but neither was his. She'd assume he'd accept her quip in a time like now.

[feminemacabre]

Dwight came limping back to the camp. His cheek was bruised, arm holding his ribs. His shoulder was bleeding from a stab wound. He hadn't been in a trial. A killer had found him away from the campfire and attacked him. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, eyes red from crying. It was dangerous to venture from the campfire's light, fatal even. Whoever had gotten to him spared him for now.

"Claudette..." he said softly, voice breaking like he might cry again.

"Oh my God...Dwight!" Claudette gasped, immediately rushing to his side. She got under the shoulder that wasn't bleeding, and helped guide him back to the campfire.

He desperately needed his injuries treated. Luckily, she was sure she already had everything she needed. The mental scars, however...

"I--what happened?" The moment the words left her mouth she felt stupid for even asking. It was pretty damn obvious what happened. A killer did.

@nervousleader

[stormwept]

@nervousleader

Weird how the fog had claimed someone as young as Drake, who would be surrounded by nothing but adults. The ONE THING Drake had come up to surface again. Drake had spent his time around other kids and teenagers for a reason. They were like him. Alone. Outcasted. HATED. Ruffians in a society that no one really wanted. Kids who VALUED their freedom at the cost of a warm home or at the cost of living a day to day normal life. Three years Drake had lived on those streets, having to do HORRIBLE things to live.

Now? He sits in front of the fire. As if trying to ignore the other survivors around him. Clearly, they had been whispering about him. How someone so young as Drake could be pulled into the NIGHTMARE. The Entity sought HIM because of WHAT he's done and BECAUSE He wouldn't be missed. His abilities were just a cherry on the top. He was PERFECT to add to the torment and horror that lied withheld in this forest.

Just then, a survivor... one from one of the logs would approach Drake and sits down next to him. Drake already dreading this conversation and interaction. He doesn't look up from the fire or even ACKNOWLEDGE Dwight. A grunt. "I ain' interested in bein' chummy with you." Tough one, huh? Similarities to some of the survivors that pass through the fog. Drake's clearly bored, but he doesn't go out of his way to pass the time to talk with the other survivors.

Drake's stuck here with the rest of them and he didn't like them or trust them. Fair point though; he trusted NO ONE. Not since the days of the orphanage had taught him that adults were just egotistical and brutish monsters. "Wha' do y'even want? I don' want friends." Which is a lie that Drake had told himself over and over again to keep his distance from people. To keep HIMSELF from people lest they get burned.

[new-king-of-boomtown]

wow! two babies! congrats~ <3

Axel: They’re both boys, which is awesome!

Axel: Bonus baby, for a limited time, can be named by you my lovely follo-

Kinley: NO.

Axel: Kidding! Just kidding! We’re naming the bonus baby Connor.