Nea didn’t usually lay back and relax after strenuous series of trials. She found more than enough comfort being a pain in the ass to the Entity, marking every tree she could find and hunting down the Killer’s homes just to create trouble. It was always her way of showing the Entity she wouldn’t stop rebelling against its rules, doing what she wanted instead of what it wanted.
This time, however, she felt completely exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, but at the same time she knew it would lead to more of the Entity’s creations, as sleeping more often than not made her encounter the bloodweb. She didn’t want to deal with anything of the Entity’s if she could help it, not right now.
She idled her time in a corner of the woods, secluded enough from the campfire to enjoy her own peace and quiet. The other survivors were just so loud sometimes, and she needed to keep her distance before she went insane. If the circumstances were different, Nea knew she’d be able to find herself enjoying the solace.
A gentle chirp interrupted her, and she looked up to find one of Jake’s crows staring down at her, not one of the Entity’s spies. She couldn’t help but shake her head with an amused grin.
“Get outta here, bird.”
The bird squawked at her, flying down to land in front of her.
“Go, shoo! I know you can understand me.”
Despite her waving at it to tell it to leave, the crow instead hopped closer, almost curious. She took a deep breath, leaning her head back against the tree.
“Alright, fine, you can stay. Just don’t bite me, okay?”
The bird squawked again, wandering closely beside her as she settled back in to relaxing. She jumped when she felt the bird’s feet on her leg, attention focusing on it as it settled in to lay down on her upper leg.
“Hey, I didn’t agree to this.”
Despite her protest, the bird didn’t seem keen on moving. Nea could only sigh, then shrugged slightly. Oh, what the hell. She picked the crow up and gently cradled it in one arm, gently petting it’s head with her other hand. It was quickly lulled to sleep, comfortable in Nea’s grip. A small smile grew on her face at seeing the animal so content. No wonder Jake spends so much time with these things.
She leaned back further against the tree to let the bird rest on her chest to not drop it ungraciously as she dozed off, still aware of her surroundings, but far too relaxed to want to go anywhere anytime soon.
Quentin was well accustomed to a constant sense of exhaustion. He took any moment to rest he could, staying wary of falling asleep and finding himself in another nightmare of Freddy’s creation. While he hadn’t dealt with any nightmares at the campfire for countless trials, he wasn’t going to take any risks. Not when the others needed him to be focused and prepared for every test of life and death. The aches of being hooked and sacrificed was starting to become just as normal for him as insomnia was. He sat against one of the logs by the fire, staring mindlessly into it as he dozed off.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he startled himself awake. Did I fall asleep? For how long? He knew the others wouldn’t want to disturb him much at all if he ever fell asleep, trying to let him get as much rest as he could. He moved to get up, feeling something incredibly fuzzy around him.
Jake’s jacket was not something he expected to find draped on his shoulders. Jake himself wasn’t too far away, and Quentin quickly noticed the way he cradled his arm. He gently shook the survivalist, making sure not to accidentally hurt him more.
“Hey, Jake, wake up. Are you hurt badly?”
Jake blinked his eyes open, shifting to sit up.
“No, it’s nothing bad. It’ll heal by itself.”
Quentin rubbed his eyes, looking around at the near empty campfire.
“How long was I sleeping?”
Jake shrugged.
“Don’t know. I got back and you were sleeping soundly. Thought I’d just take a nap, too.”
“And the jacket?”
“Thought you’d need it more than me.”
Quentin shook his head, taking the jacket off and handing it back to Jake. Jake pushed it back to Quentin.
“I don’t need it. Keep it.”
Quentin sighed, knowing this wasn’t a battle he was going to win.
“At least let me patch you up, then.”
Jake handed a medkit over to Quentin, turning to show the deep gash on his arm. Quentin blinked at the wound, looking up to Jake.
“This isn’t bad?”
“For me, no.”
Another sigh, this time one in genuine annoyance came out of Quentin’s mouth.
“I shouldn’t be surprised, should I?”
“Nope.”
Quentin took a deep breath, bandaging the gash after cleaning it up. When he finished up, Jake simply rolled his shoulder.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem. And, thanks for letting me keep the jacket.”
Jake stood, patting Quentin’s shoulder.
“It suits you.”
Quentin blinked in surprise. What is that supposed to mean? He hid himself in the jacket in order to hide the redness of his cheeks.
“Still, thanks.”
Jake laughed quietly, ruffling Quentin’s hair and walking off into the woods. Quentin settled back against the log, zipping the jacket up and letting himself doze off again in it’s warmth.
It felt strange to Jake to be all alone now, having gotten used to the company of the others. He didn’t mind being in complete solitude now, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the others. Even the more irritating survivors had grown on him in a special way, and being alone in the middle of the woods in his cabin simply felt… lonely. At the campfire, there was always something to do, something to prepare for, but now he was back to surviving in an environment that seemed far too easy.
He trusted his mother to try and find the others. He knew she would exhaust every resource she could to do that. He still wasn’t keen on keeping too many connections to the outside world, but he had already promised he would keep his phone on him more frequently. He spent time familiarizing himself with the woods he called home. The silence was odd, far too much so now to ever be fully used to it. He was already missing Dwight’s nervous chatter and planning, Ace’s teasing, Meg’s laughter, Claudette’s constant worry… all the survivors had become important to Jake.
He nearly jumped when he felt his phone start ringing. He never kept the sound of it on, but the vibrations in his coat pocket were something he clearly felt. Only one person ever calls me. He picked up quickly, not having a single moment to talk before his mother’s voice sounded over the phone.
“Jake! Good news, some of your friends are very easy to find.”
That sounds incredibly creepy, mom.
“Who have you found so far?”
“On the list you gave me, that Feng Min girl is incredibly popular!”
“Yeah, I knew that.”
I wish she would shut up about it.
“There’s also David King! He doesn’t look like the type to be incredibly wealthy, but he is!”
I don’t look like the incredibly wealthy type either.
“Anyone else, or just them?”
“Give me more credit than that, Jake. I also found Claudette Morel and Meg Thomas, but Claudette is a lot closer to us than I thought! In fact, I already scheduled a ride over, first to pick you up, and then we’ll head over to her house.”
“Mom, isn’t that, I dunno, a little creepy? She has no idea who you are.”
“That’s why you’re coming along! She’ll most definitely recognize you.”
I already know I’m not winning this conversation at all.
“Alright, I’ll be ready soon.”
“Good! Because I’m five minutes away.”
Are you kidding me?
“Shit, really? I’ll see you soon, then.”
He hung up and quickly got up to get ready. As simple as a coat, worn pants, and sweater was for an outfit, it was the best thing he had. The familiar hum of helicopter blades was his signal to head outside. It was still incredibly loud, even getting in and taking off. The flight was short and quiet, and Jake knew they’d be driving soon in a car that was way too fancy to be justifiable. He stared outside the helicopter door, suddenly very envious of all the birds that could fly whenever they wanted. Must be nice.
He blinked when he started to notice the ground getting closer. When they landed, he jumped out and stretched, following his mother to the car. Jake only needed to see the look on her face for a second to know he was going to be barraged with questions.
“So, what’s Claudette like? Is she a nice girl? What do you think of her?”
There it is.
“She’s nice. Cares a lot about other people, knows a lot about plants. Taught me a little botany, too.”
“Did she? Have you thought about taking her out for a d-”
“Mom, please. She’s a friend, so no.”
She seemed to settle for the answer, sitting back in the seat.
“If that ever changes, I do know a few good places-”
“Mom.”
“Alright, alright! You know I just want the best for you.”
“I know that, mom. You don’t need to remind me.”
She smiled with a nod, falling into silence as Jake stared out the window. The neighborhood seemed cozy and far more modest than anything he was used to while growing up. The car stopped in front of a house with a well-tended garden around it. Fitting.
He took his time getting out, watching his mother confidently walk up to the door. He had to jog to catch up to her, just as she rang the doorbell. Please answer the door, I don’t wanna have to explain everything all over again. The door opened barely, and Jake already knew this was going to be interesting.
“Hello?”
The man at the door, who Jake assumed to be Claudette’s father, cautiously answered. His own mother was entirely unfazed.
“Hi, is a Claudette Morel home?”
You could at least explain why.
“Who is asking?”
“Jake Park. We’re friends.”
Best way to explain that simply. He knew it was probably better to interject than let his mother explain. Jake watched Claudette’s father look inside the house, then back to the door.
“Give me just a moment, okay?”
The door gently closed, and Jake couldn’t help a sigh. He wasn’t quite sure what he expected, but he could only hoped it would work out for the best. His mother stepped back to let him stand in the doorway, just as the door quickly swung open. Claudette stood stunned, staring wide-eyed.
“Jake, is that really you?”
“Yeah, sorry for just showing up.”
Claudette wrapped her arms around Jake to pull him into a hug.
“I’m so happy to see you! How are you? What have you been doing? Where have you been?”
Jake pat her shoulders, trying to reassure her.
“I’m fine, I’ve been home living on my own.”
Claudette smiled widely, releasing her hug.
“That’s good! I still can’t believe you’re standing here! How did you even know where to find me?”
Jake gestured to his mother.
“She’s a very determined woman.”
Claudette laughed, waving.
“Mrs. Park, then, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Jake stepped aside to let his mother shake Claudette’s hand.
“Of course, sweetheart! Any friend of Jake’s is very important to me. And from what I hear, you are a very kind and caring girl.”
Claudette smiled, clearly embarrassed at the sentiment.
“I-It’s nothing, Mrs. Park. I just want people to be okay.”
“Still, it’s a feat in itself to get Jake to listen about taking care of himself.”
“Mom!”
Claudette couldn’t help but giggle, covering her mouth.
“Would you two like to stay for lunch? We just started cooking.”
Jake shook his head.
“That’s okay, I think we-”
“Don’t worry, Jake, I’ll take care of everything. You stay and enjoy yourself!”
Before Jake could respond, his mother had guided him to the door before turning to head to the car. He turned and watched her drive off with a sigh. Claudette kept giggling.
“Is she always like that?”
“Sadly.”
Claudette grabbed Jake’s hand and led him inside, cheerfully calling to her parents.
“Mom, Dad, we have a guest!”
Oh god. He knew they’d find out sooner or later he was staying for a bit, but he didn’t expect to be so… announced. He stood awkwardly in front of the door as it was closed behind him, already at a loss on what to say and do. Social interaction is not one of my strengths. It didn’t take long for both of Claudette’s parents to come into the living room, giving him an undeniable feeling of being judged.
“You’re Jake Park?”
He nodded, looking between them. They both seemed nice enough. Think of something to say!
“Yeah, I am.”
Genius, Jake. He was keenly aware of their gaze on him as they looked him over.
“Where’d you two meet?”
Her father spoke, and Jake instantly found himself looking over to Claudette in a questioning gaze. He was eternally grateful she knew him well by now.
“I already told them. Jake’s looked out for me plenty of times.”
Jake nodded with a small grin to her parents.
“Gotta stick together in a place like that.”
Jake was surprised when Claudette’s mother pulled him into a tight hug. He blinked, his attention shifting over to Claudette in a silent question of what to do next.
“I can’t thank you enough for looking after my little girl.”
Jake pat her back after a few moments of hesitating.
“It’s nothing, really. She’s looked out for me plenty, too.”
When the hug was released, he tried to give a small smile.
“Why don’t you two relax while we finish up lunch? I’m sure there’s quite a bit you’d like to catch up on.”
Jake opened his mouth to speak before being guided to the living room’s couch. What is with mothers and telling me where to go today? Claudette didn’t need any incentive to join him, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.
“Seriously, what have you been doing?”
“Living on my own, really. It’s… quiet, without everyone around all the time.”
Claudette smiled, her hands going over her heart.
“You missed us that much?”
“Not, extremely, but-”
“Jake, you know you can’t fool me.”
Jake sighed.
“Yeah, I missed everyone. My mom’s been working to find everyone for me. She’s, really determined. And won’t stop asking me if there are any ladies I like.”
Claudette laughed more, covering her mouth.
“So that’s why she wanted you to stay for lunch.”
“Probably.”
She shook her head slightly to refocus herself.
“So you said she’s finding the others, right? Who else has she found so far?”
“David, Feng, and Meg. You actually live kinda close to me, at least compared to the others, so you were the first stop.”
She nodded, her attention going to her lap. Jake crossed his arms as he leaned against the back of the couch.
“You’re worried about the others still.”
“Yeah, it’s just… I wonder where they went, what they’re doing, if they’re taking care of themselves.”
Always so altruistic and selfless. He took a deep breath as he pat her shoulder.
“I’ll keep you updated on the others, I promise. I can always get you their phone numbers, so you can check in on all of us.”
Claudette nodded, getting up from the couch.
“Let me go get my phone, that way I can add your number.”
She quickly went upstairs after Jake gave a wave of acknowledgement, leaving him to look around the room. It was so much more modest than what he was raised in, unable to help the pang of jealousy. It all seemed so simple, but genuine and sincere. Claudette’s parents, he knew, genuinely cared about her, whatever she did. Lucky.
He tore his gaze away from the surroundings when Claudette bounded down the steps, phone in her hand.
“Here, I’ll enter mine and you can enter yours.”
She nodded, handing her phone over to him. He had to recite the number in his head to fully remember it, swapping back when his number and contact information was all entered. Claudette took a deep breath, holding her phone to her chest.
“I’m really happy to see you, honestly. I was worried that only I had… you know, and, I couldn’t stand the idea of anybody being left behind. I tried to go back, but, I just ended up running through the woods with nothing. I was really afraid I wouldn’t see anybody ever again. But, they’ve all gotta be out, right? If David, Meg, and Feng are, then… The others have gotta be out there somewhere.”
Jake hesitated in responding. What’s even right to say? He nodded with a smile.
“I’m sure they are. Besides, they can all handle themselves pretty well. You taught everyone how to heal themself pretty well.”
Claudette nodded, her gaze drifting down again.
“You’re worried about something else now.”
She nodded again, her hands moving to her lap.
“Quentin, Laurie, Bill, and Tapp… They weren’t from places we knew. What do you think happened to them?”
Jake blinked, the thought never occurring to him.
“Honestly… I don’t know. Would they have gone back to their own place?”
“What if they didn’t? We have to at least try to find them. If we don’t find anything at all, then, we know where they went.”
Jake hummed quietly. It was a terrible realization, that there were some he wouldn’t ever see again, but that was simply the reality of it. He was jarred from his thoughts when Claudette’s mother spoke from the kitchen.
“Almost done!”
He got up off the couch, letting Claudette walk ahead of him to the table.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated on everything.”
“Honestly, I’d rather go with you.”
Jake blinked, shrugging lightly.
“Sure, but for now, let’s enjoy lunch. And, you might wanna let your parents know.”
She turned to walk to the table, already thinking through how to bring it up and how she’d prepare herself for tracking down the others she cared about.
David sat at the campfire taking deep, irritated breaths. It wasn’t hard to get on David’s nerves, especially in trials where the Killer ignored him and hurt the people he was trying to protect. He tried to take his anger out in other ways, avoiding fights with the other survivors. Instead, he’d take tree branches from the forest around them and snap the branches, throwing small pieces into the fire.
Jake quietly walked out of the woods towards the burning fire, bandages wrapped around injuries from sharp claws. He had still lived, thanks to his sabotaging hooks and being helped by David whenever possible. He was well aware it could have been worse, and would have been, if not for David quite literally blocking the Hag from getting to him and lunging at his throat.
He wordlessly sat down next to David, keenly aware that the scrapper’s habits were from anger. He watched the branches get snapped roughly, then be thrown into the fire. If David was aware of Jake’s presence, he didn’t acknowledge it.
“Hey.”
David paused to look over when Jake spoke.
“Hey.”
Jake heard the irritation in David’s voice clearly.
“David, I’m-”
“You still got hurt, and that fuckin’ bitch wouldn’t give me the time of day. I can’t do my fuckin’ job if they don’t even look at me and ignore me to hurt everybody else.”
Snap. Jake took a deep breath.
“David, you still got in her way and saved me from getting my throat torn out. That still counts for something.”
David pushed the branches aside, looking over to Jake.
“And that shouldn’t have fuckin’ been so fuckin’ close in the first place!”
Jake didn’t flinch in the face of David shouting, watching David groan in annoyance.
“I just need to cool off a little. Shit’s got me riled up, and I don’t wanna snap at anyone.”
Jake nodded once, sitting still for a moment before shifting to sit closer to David and lean against him. David was at first surprised, letting out a sigh before shifting his arm to wrap around Jake.
“Motherfucker.”
Jake grinned, letting his eyes close and rest. David still didn’t quite understand how Jake’s presence was always able to keep him calm, but he wouldn’t question it.
A request for Jake/Dwight, I hope it’s sad enough for you anon!
Dwight had to adjust his vision to the darkness around him. Trials always tended to be the same, but lately they were.. Different. The areas became more and more simple, differences fading with each trial. The survivors were surviving more and more, the more unwilling Killers simply letting them go, and more determined Killers finding their abilities weakening. Dwight still feared failing, especially with how easy it was getting to survive. He noticed his injuries staying consistently longer, his ability to simply sense the other survivors failing, and knew that the Entity’s ability to maintain it’s weird realm was failing.
They were so close to escape, yet the pressure seemed to mount higher and higher. This trial seemed to be near pitch black, with no moon in the sky or stars to guide their way. Dwight had to keep himself from yelping when he bumped into someone else, praying it was a friendlier Killer like The Wraith.
“Dwight, you okay?”
Jake’s voice made Dwight sigh in relief.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just... can’t see.”
“Neither can I. Stick close to me.”
Dwight nodded once, staying close by to Jake as the survivalist took careful, premeditated steps in the darkness. Something feels wrong.
“MOVE!”
Dwight was suddenly pushed forward, nearly falling to the ground. He turned around with a jolt when he heard Jake cry in pain, only barely seeing the off-white of an expressionless mask. He scrambled to action, running as far as he could. Stupid! He’s going to get himself killed for good!
Dwight couldn’t see any of the telltale signs of any generators, and the walls seemed to… move? He looked over his shoulder, seeing nothing close to him. Michael was probably chasing after Jake, then. Dwight took the opportunity to investigate the familiar brick wall, jumping backwards when it moved under his touch. He quickly started to move bricks away, part of the wall collapsing away to reveal misty forests beyond.
Generators weren’t needed to escape! Dwight just had to find Jake, and they could make it. They were so close!
Jake bit down hard on the scarf, keeping himself quiet. He didn’t need any further prompting to know that the Entity was failing, and the gash on his shoulder was very real and very painful. If he was caught now, he was as good as dead. As the Entity’s power slipped, it became harder and harder to actually tell where the Killer was, but Jake was far too skilled at keeping himself from being wiped from existence in any normal setting, human killer or not, to be found so easily. The crows that rested near him didn’t have the faint, glowing red eyes he was used to seeing. Didn’t he recognize some of these crows?
The sound of footsteps interrupted him. Stay still, don’t move. Don’t let him find you and erase you. Jake stayed still and quiet, even as blood poured down his coat. This time, he knew, he could actually stifle the flow enough to not bleed in a crimson trail, all too easy to follow. He didn’t need to see the tall figure at all to know when Michael walked away from him, not wasting any time in trying to find a target that would take far too long to find.
He needed to find Dwight. He hoped the leader was alright and staying hidden from Michael. Jake was accustomed to surviving on his own, years of practice at his side. As skilled as they all had become in the trials, Dwight was not as naturally silent as Jake was. Jake moved to the wall for support, nearly falling when it didn’t support his weight at all.
He could easily move the wall aside and head into the fog if he wanted. Does Dwight know, too? As much as his shoulder hurt, he wasn’t going to leave just yet. The crows still seemed unafraid, and a sudden idea hit him.
“Hey. Go find Dwight. My height, blood covered shirt, tie, glasses.”
The bird seemed to tilt its head as it listened, before squawking and flying off. It stayed clear in his sight, before circling overhead something in the distance. Good bird. He quietly walked towards it. He froze when he saw overalls again, just barely in the darkness. He better not have found Dwight.
His heart leapt to his throat when he heard Dwight’s cry of pain. He wasted no time in running towards it, desperate to escape together. Jake clearly spotted the multicolored tie, eyes quickly adjusted to night. He grabbed Dwight’s hand and ran, dragging the other along towards the wall. He had to ignore the heart wrenching whine, in favor of running further away from the Killer. He ran through the wall itself, bricks clearly disappearing from sight. He didn't dare look back, it would waste time running.
In the thick fog of the forest, Jake allowed himself to slow down. Dwight struggled to catch his breath, leaning against a tree.
“Are you hurt?”
“I-”
Snap!
The sudden snap of a tree branch interrupted them, making them listen closely to the footsteps approaching. Dwight knew they were too heavy to be any survivor.
“Jake!”
Jake didn't need any more hints than the soft whine, grabbing Dwight’s hand again and leading him through the maze of trees. Whether it was Michael or a different killer didn't matter. When Dwight started to lag behind, Jake made sure to keep Dwight in front of him. It was impossible to clearly tell, but Jake was sure he saw fresh blood on Dwight’s shirt. No time to worry now, unless we both want to die.
The fog clearing was the only indication that they were still moving. He wasn't sure if there were still footsteps behind him, but Jake didn't take chances like that.
Suddenly, the treeline broke from it's monotony and the sun harshly shined down on them. Jake stopped now to catch his breath, looking back to the forest and seeing a familiar, homely forest he knew he could navigate. Where did all of the fog go? He turned and took several steps forward, in pure disbelief. He couldn't help the growing grin.
“We actually escaped. Dwight, we-”
THUD.
Jake turned around in an instant, joy being overridden by fear when he saw Dwight limp on the ground.
“Dwight!?”
Dwight was struggling to breathe, pale from what Jake could only assume was blood loss. Crimson pooled underneath them, pouring from his shoulder. Jake tore the shirt away, wincing at the deep cut dangerously close to his neck. How much blood has he lost so far? I don't have time. He took his scarf off quickly, holding Dwight in his arms as he pressed the fabric to the gash. He hated the way Dwight winced and weakly cried out in pain.
“Just hold on, we're going to be fine.”
Dwight’s eyes fluttered, trying desperately to stay open.
“J-Jake, I'm… sorry...”
No! Not here, not when they were so close!
“Save your strength, Dwight.”
Jake had to stay composed, or at least seem that way, for both of them. If he panicked now, it would only make Dwight worse.
“J-Jake, p-please.. I-I’m sorry… I let you down..”
“Dwight, stop talking. You’ll be fine, we’ll get help.”
He pressed his hand harder against the wound, feeling Dwight shudder.
“Just hold on, Dwight. Please.”
Dwight’s head lolled back, strength quickly fading. This can’t be happening now!
“Dwight, listen to me. Just focus on me and my voice.”
The sudden pang of fear shot through his core when Dwight’s eyes closed and he fell limp.
“Dwight! Come on, just hold on a little longer! DWIGHT!”
He couldn’t hold back tears any longer as he slipped a glove off and held his other hand in front of Dwight’s mouth, feeling nothing at all. Guilt, anger, and sadness crashed down on him. I shouldn’t have left him alone! This is my fault. No, it’s his fault. But Dwight’s still gone, for good.
He couldn’t bear to look up to the warmth of the sun, instead holding Dwight’s body close as tears openly fell down his face. They had gotten so close, and it still fell apart.
This request is a tiny bit out of order, but the idea was too good to pass up! This takes place right after the Dwight/Myers piece.
Play dead.
Jake had to muffle himself from screaming in sheer agony as Michael’s knife drove further into his chest, quickly being yanked out and then feeling himself thrown to the ground like an unwanted doll. He lay still, listening to Michael’s footsteps and the heart still pounding in his chest. He forced himself to crawl when Michael was far enough away, not caring where he crawled to so long as it was away from where he had been thrown aside.
Jake winced at Laurie’s scream. This trial was going awfully, and Jake’s main concern was surviving. He pressed his hand against his chest, trying not to scream in pain as he bled over the asphalt road underneath him. He wouldn't give up so easily, crawling forward despite the agonizing pain. He didn't hear Dwight’s scream, but his attention was drawn to the hatch that opened up not far from him.
He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't do anything about it now. Michael would simply come back and kill him when he realized that Jake wasn't dead. Jake dragged himself to the hatch, falling in just as Michael walked out of the house.
He felt himself fall through air for a few moments before hitting solid ground. He struggled to his feet, shaky and uncertain of his balance. Getting back to the campfire was his main priority now. He pushed himself through the pain, seeing the familiar light not too far from him. Before breaking out of the treeline, he turned to head to Claudette’s corner of the woods. Even if she's not there, she's got a lot of supplies I can use.
Jake didn't know if it was better for her to be absent, part of him didn't want her to see him so injured, but there was hardly anyone more qualified to treat injuries. Claudette sat in the hammock organizing a medkit together when she looked up and saw Jake collapse to a knee, her expression turning to one of horror.
“Oh my God! Jake, what happened? Sit down, I'll grab my best supplies.”
She jumped out of the hammock and frantically gathering her things while Jake shifted to sit against the nearest tree. His head leaned back against the bark while he took deep breaths. Claudette sat next to him, noticing how bloody his hands and chest were.
“I'm going to take your jacket and shirt off, okay?”
Jake nodded, pushing himself off the tree to let Claudette easily take his shirt off. He leaned against the tree again as everything around him started spinning.
“Okay, I’m going to lay you down, alright?”
He dumbly nodded, feeling Claudette gently move him to lay on the ground. She pressed her hands against his chest, biting her lip when he flinched and cried softly in pain.
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
Jake grit his teeth together, digging his nails into the dirt underneath him in an attempt to keep himself from moving too much. Claudette took a small bottle out of the medkit, uncorking it and scooping the green paste inside onto her finger.
“This will sting at first, I’m so sorry.”
Jake tensed when he felt the cool paste and the sudden stinging from the wound on his chest, before it quickly went numb. He relaxed and took deep, exhausted breaths. Claudette wrapped bandages around his chest, gently lifting him to wrap it around his back and entirely around his torso. He was lightheaded from the sheer amount of blood loss, staying limp and trying to rest.
He felt Claudette shift closer, her hand gently brushing hair out of his face along his forehead.
“I’m okay, ‘Dette.”
Jake hated how tired he sounded, wanting to reassure Claudette that he was fine. He felt her shift again and lay next to him, her head resting on his upper arm.
“I just worry about you.”
She wrapped her other arm around his stomach. Jake let out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes and relaxing with Claudette next to him. He didn’t need to say anything else as they both drifted to sleep.
I wanna say too with the upcoming release of a new character, they will be the last survivor added into this story. The other ones will be coming out too late for me to really want to keep fitting them in.
Dwight took a deep breath, laying on the hospital bed. It didn’t take the staff long to get him a gown he could wear while they cleaned up his normal clothes. He had plenty of time to think about what he was going to do next. The police officer that had stopped by assured him he wouldn’t have to worry about the legal consequences his job was going to face, and that he would be compensated sufficiently. That eased the worry of money when everything was sorted out, but there was still time between then and now that Dwight had to worry about.
He knew he couldn’t stay at the hospital longer than he needed, and he was fine enough to leave. Maybe not mentally, but would anyone be after the Entity’s realm? When a nurse walked in with his clothes folded in a neat pile, he nodded to her in thanks. She didn’t stay a moment longer, more than likely to allow him to change in private. It felt good to be in clothes that were actually clean, not caked in dirt and blood. He sat on the bed again, trying to think about where he could go.
The slip of paper Jack handed to him was on the bedside table. I could always call him, right? No, I can’t just impose like that. I hardly know him. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of the door opening.
“Mr. Fairfield, how are you feeling?”
The doctor’s voice was gentle, obviously not trying to startle him. Dwight simply shrugged.
“I’m alright. Just a lot to work out. Am I.. clear to go?”
The doctor nodded after a moment of hesitation.
“Yes, you’re perfectly healthy physically. If you feel ill at any point that isn’t your normal cold or flu, see us immediately.”
Dwight nodded, trying to give as reassuring of a smile as he could.
“I will. Thank you.”
The doctor turned to walk out, leaving Dwight to leave whenever he was ready. He stared at the now closed door, taking a deep breath and getting up to head out. He knew he’d have to go at some point, but he still had no idea where he’d even go. How much has even changed in two years? He figured he’d have to do some exploring, and that was at least something he could spend a lot of time on.
It felt strange to wander around what Dwight always knew as home. Most of the buildings were the same ones, but others were vastly different. This was going to be an experience.
The receptionist idled her time, checking over appointments and making sure that each was scheduled and properly notified when the phone rang. She looked at the area code, blinking at the number. Where even is that from? She picked up the phone and barely even opened her mouth when the voice shouted from the other end.
“I don’t need any appointment, ‘M askin’ if a ‘Dwight Fairfield’ is there.”
She blinked in surprise, tilting her head.
“And who am I speaking to?”
“A friend of ‘is. He there or not?”
“Sir, I can’t-”
“Fuckin’ christ, I just need to know if he’s there, and I know you can tell me that kinda shit.”
The receptionist sighed quietly.
“Give me a moment to check, please.”
“I got all day.”
Pretentious asshole. She held the phone between her head and shoulder, typing in the name to sift through the records of patients.
“...No, we don’t anymore, he-”
“Anymore?”
Be patient, don’t get irritated.
“That’s correct. He was released earlier today.”
“Where the hell did he go?”
“Sir, I don’t know that information. You’d have to talk to him.”
“God fucking-, fine, thanks anyway.”
Click.
David groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. The hotel room he was staying in was comfortable enough, but he would definitely rather be heading out to find Dwight. He really had no idea where to go, and even then only had a vague idea of the area where Dwight lived. He never really got specifics, but the news thankfully had given enough details for him to find out.
Where would Dwight even go? The question tugged at his mind constantly. David knew he was lucky enough to always have a consistent place to stay; considering how wealthy his family was already. That, and the money he had earned himself was more than substantial. He couldn’t stand being idle in the hotel room anymore, instead deciding to head out and just see what he could find.
The town was small, at least compared to where he grew up. The buildings were nowhere near as clustered together, and he could very easily walk without having to shoulder his way past anybody. Nice little place. He kept his hands in his pockets, aimlessly wandering around the town’s streets. He knew he could easily walk around the entirety of the town’s main street and never get tired. Surely someone would know of him, at least?
Never hurt to check.
Dwight was exhausted. He thankfully still had some money on him, but nowhere near enough to last him long if he wasn’t careful. The sun was setting now, and Dwight knew better than to stay out past a certain time. His hometown wasn’t particularly dangerous, but he’d rather not take any chances he didn’t have to. He tracked down the nearest phone he could use, glad that the town hadn’t gotten rid of the age old payphones yet. Some things never change.
He pulled out the scrap of paper, putting quarters into the phone and dialing the number. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
Thank god.
“Hi, uh, is this a bad time?”
“Dwight? No, it’s not, how are you holding up?”
“I-I’m doing well. Uhm…”
Damn it, not now!
“I was hoping, if it’s alright of course, if… you knew of a place I could stay for the night? I don’t really have that set up yet.”
Fear quickly surged, this was stupid, I shouldn’t have asked, I should’ve just stayed in the hospital-
“Sure! Where are you? I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can. I do live a bit out of town, so it’ll take me a bit.”
“Uh, corner of Main and 3rd. The payphone outside of the hardware store.”
“Is that- wait, I know where you are. Sit tight, alright?”
“Yeah, and thanks.”
“No problem at all! I’m not the kinda guy to leave someone hanging like this. Should take me about twenty minutes. See ya then.”
The phone clicked, and Dwight put it back and headed outside of the box. Now it was just a matter of waiting. That won’t be so bad. Just twenty more minutes. Even still, the encroaching fog made him feel the familiar senses of fear and panic. Everything’s fine, it’s just chilly tonight. The fog doesn’t mean anything anymore.
Despite that, he was incredibly anxious. It was all too familiar, to feel the cold, eerie chill before being sent to a game of death by cruel meathook, or rarely by the hands of the Killer themselves. The silence was so eerie, but he preferred it over the sounds he typically heard of the Entity. He didn’t know how much time had passed by now; his watch was horribly off. His heart started to race in his chest as more time passed, and he swore he had the unmistakable feeling of someone watching him. Michael?
He darted his attention around, suddenly paranoid that he was actively being stalked by the masked Killer. He wouldn’t be able to clearly tell in the fog, especially with it being so dark. He pressed his back against the phone box, at least alleviating one direction he had to be wary about. He was still concerned about the other surroundings, heart leaping to his throat when he saw a silhouette in the fog.
He immediately moved to another side of the phone box, hiding behind it. No, no no no, it can’t be him, right? He had no idea what he was going to do. I could actually die! Fear seized him again, eyes widened in panic.
The honk of a car made him scream. When the window of the driver’s side rolled down, he was relieved to see Jack with Coach in the bed of the pickup truck.
“Hey, sorry for taking a while. You okay?”
Dwight nodded.
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay. Just, thought I saw someone in the fog.”
Jack looked into the fog, then back to Dwight.
“I’m not sure if I see anybody. It might be a trick of the fog, like when you feel something crawling on your arm and there’s nothing actually there.”
He shrugged, then gestured to the passenger door.
“You can hop in shotgun, or in the back with Coach, if you want.”
Dwight nodded, quickly jogging around the truck to get in the passenger seat.
“Thanks again, really. I should’ve sorted out a place to stay earlier, but… I didn’t really think about it.”
Didn’t have the courage to face the issue, I mean. He sighed in relief at the warmth of the car.
“Hey man, it’s no problem, really. Like I said, I’m not gonna leave someone hanging. I did get to reading the news, too. Apparently, you’re a big deal around here now.”
Oh no.
“R-Really? Why me?”
Jack looked over with a raised eyebrow, driving the route he knew almost by heart.
“You went missing for two years, and then show up again covered in blood. I’ve seen reporters all over town trying to figure out what they can about what happened.”
“It’s nothing, really. I just… got lost. Really lost. It’s, hard to explain.”
Dwight shifted awkwardly in the seat. Jack reached over to pat Dwight’s shoulder.
“It’ll turn out fine, I think. I’m pretty sure the excitement will die down after a few weeks.”
A few weeks too long. He nodded, leaning back in the seat.
“I’m not exactly a guy that wants to be in the spotlight of anything. I just… wanna get back to my life.”
“Can’t blame ya. I’m not a flashy guy either, I just like doing what I do without too much problem. Puts me at ease to work with the animals I raise. Not sure if I ever mentioned it, but I work on my sister’s ranch. She started getting more and more work, and I said I’d help her out wherever I can. It’s nice and quiet most of the time.”
Dwight couldn’t help a small smile.
“Yeah, sounds nice.”
They fell into silence as the road veered off into a dirt road. The ranch was bigger than Dwight expected, and much more quiet.
“Alright, here we are.”
He quickly parked the truck and got out, Coach obediently hopping out and following close at Jack’s heels. Dwight followed behind them, still anxious about the fog. Reminds me of Coldwind.
The door to the house swung open, and Dwight was instantly met with a chorus of barking dogs.
“Down, boys!”
A young woman, Jack’s sister, walked in from the kitchen in pajamas.
“Come on, you mutts. Bed time.”
She paid little attention to Dwight, instead dragging several of the dogs away by their collars. Jack turned to grin at Dwight.
“She’s a little blunt, but nice. I promise. Come on, lemme show you a spare room you can use.”
Dwight silently followed Jack, looking around at all the details of the house. It was a nice place, but was definitely far too large for just two people.
“There we go. Bathroom is at the end of the hall.”
Dwight turned his attention back to Jack when the door opened, noting how simple the room was. Guess a spare room isn’t gonna be decorated too much. He walked in and started undoing the tie he still had on, nodding to Jack.
“Thanks, honestly. I know I keep saying it, but, I really appreciate it.”
“Not a problem, Dwight. Lemme know if you need anything, my room’s the first door on the left there.”
He pointed at the door that had countless scratches at the bottom.
“Coach gets real antsy to get in my room sometimes, especially when he was a puppy. Pretty easy to tell which room is mine because of it.”
Dwight nodded, his question pre-emptively answered. Jack turned to head to his room, Coach sitting beside it as if on cue. He suddenly stopped as Dwight turned to put the tie on the nearest nightstand.
“I just realized, you don’t have any spare clothes, do you?”
Dwight blinked, shaking his head.
“No, actually. I’m… not sure what happened to most of my stuff.”
“Here, let me get you some pajamas to wear. That should be more comfortable than that stuff you’re wearing now.”
“It’s okay, really! I-I don’t wanna impose more than I am.”
“Don’t worry about it! I think they’ll fit you fine.”
Before Dwight could say anything more, Jack was gone and getting spare clothes from his room. Dwight sat on the bed and waited patiently, taking the time to reset his watch to the correct time. It was already 11:45, and he knew he’d have an interesting day ahead of him tomorrow. Jack came back quickly with oversized, flannel pajamas.
“Here’s an old set I don’t wear anymore. It’s a little big, but it should still fit.”
Dwight nodded, carefully taking the pajamas.
“Thanks again.”
Jack nodded, closing the door and leaving Dwight to his privacy. It’s better than a formal shirt and stiff pants. He quickly changed and got into the bed, putting his glasses on the nightstand and leaving his clothes in a pile beside it. Wait, that’d be rude, wouldn’t it? He quickly got up to fold his shirt and pants, then place them neatly on top of the nightstand.
He took a deep breath, covering his eyes with his arm as he lay on his back. I have no idea what I’m even doing. I’ll just, worry about it tomorrow. He closed his eyes, trying to settle to sleep.
David swore as he got back to his hotel room. How the fuck does no one know where this guy is? He nearly threw himself onto his bed, irritated at jet lag messing up his entire sleep schedule. Instead of sleeping, he sat against the pillows scouring through anything he could find on his phone. Nothing was particularly helpful, and that only served to irritate him more. He groaned loudly in annoyance, looking over to the clock. Only 4:30, really? He sighed, getting up and heading to the bathroom. Might as well take a shower.
When he got out, it was just barely 5 am. He groaned again, rubbing his eyes and grabbing a towel to dry off his hair. He wasn’t even quite sure what he was going to do, but anything was better than staying in the hotel room. He quickly got dressed and headed out, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. The streets were entirely empty, only a few signs of life from places that were open all hours of a day.
He was quickly starting to get used to the town, easily finding his way around. There wasn’t much that was particularly interesting, but he never failed to find something to do, even if it was something mundane. There’s gotta be at least something, it’s all over the news, isn’t it? He sighed as he wandered into the nearest store, mindlessly looking around to distract himself.
At 6, David opted to head back to the hotel and get something to eat. It was better than wandering around with absolutely nothing to do. What even did Dwight do around here for fun? He shook his head, taking his time eating breakfast. He wasn't surprised that hardly anyone else was awake in the lobby, and those that were might as well have still been asleep.
He headed to the fitness center to kill time and burn some stress. The hotel was surprisingly nice for a place so small. He couldn't help the small pit of worry in his stomach. What if this is the wrong place? Or if he's already long gone? But where would he go?
He groaned, wiping off sweat with the nearest towel. He headed back to his room to clean himself up, reading the time on the clock. Only 7:15, but at least it’s more reasonable to be out. He put on a change of clothes, heading out again. There were far more people out now, David noticed, including a multitude of vans that very nearly sped over him.
“Oi, watch where yer fuckin’ drivin’!”
The side of the van stuck out to him, being the branding of one of the local news channels he idly scrolled through on TV. Now where are they going? He turned to follow the road the vans had driven down, cursing to himself as the van turned a corner too fast for him to keep track of it. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. His attention suddenly darted when he heard a yelp that was all too familiar.
Dwight!? He quickly sprinted in the direction of the yelp, now positive that he was hearing Dwight when he yelled again.
“Hey, stop!”
Dwight sounded genuinely distressed, and every instinct of panic screamed at him to run and find him. He ran through the densely packed crowd of people he ran into, pushing people aside to get to the center. When he finally broke through the crowd, he saw Dwight being roughly pulled by another man. Panic quickly settled into rage.
“Oi, back th’fuck off!”
“D-David?”
Dwight stared in disbelief. David was here? I’m not hallucinating, am I? The protective grip David held his arm in told him otherwise. He had expected people to be curious, but he hadn’t expected to be swarmed by news reporters.
“You deaf or what? Fuckin’ move it!”
David’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. He felt like he was in a daze as the crowd parted and David very quickly guided him out. They didn’t stop until they were a fair distance away, and when Dwight’s mind finally caught up to process everything.
“David, how are you here?”
David turned around to face Dwight.
“Took a plane. You think I wouldn’t try to find you and the others when I realized we weren’t in hell anymore?”
Dwight held his arms.
“I… didn’t really think about it.”
The gentle touch on his shoulder made him look up.
“Come on, Dwight. I don’t leave people behind, you know that. Where the hell did ya go overnight? I tried finding you yesterday.”
“Really?”
Was he who I saw in the fog last night? No, he would’ve said something long before. ...Right?
“I-I stayed with someone I met.”
He quickly noticed the sharp inhale from David, as well as the way his muscles tensed. Figures that he’d be uneasy by that. I don’t really know Jack well.
“I’ve got a hotel room that’s got plenty o’space. You can stay there with me, if ya want. Besides, you can help me find th’others, too.”
Dwight blinked in surprise.
“You’re searching for everyone else?”
“‘Course I am! You lot mean more t’me than any fucker back home. ‘M not gonna let any fuckers harass you, either. Come on, lemme show you where it is.”
Dwight nodded, following beside Dwight as David walked back to the hotel. He walked almost in a surreal daze, as if what was happening was a dream. Yet, he knew it wasn’t any dream or hallucination, no tricks or deceptions from eldritch beings. This was real, and Dwight couldn’t be happier.
A request for Dwight/Myers, where Myers gets to keep Dwight.
Michael watched as the last survivor in the trial was lifted to the Entity’s limbs, all three before them having met the same fate. He was fueled by a rage unlike any other, being cheated of what was his. He was cheated by the Entity, but the Entity was the only decider of which survivors he saw in a trial. His confrontation with it didn’t go well the last time, after the trial where he offered the black tuft of hair to see his obsession.
‘You were not specific, I granted you the leader and the scrapper in a trial, did I not?’
He could not argue, and he hated it. The only way he knew of earning the favor for another request was to appease the Entity, to let the rage fuel him into killing every survivor until he was given what he wanted. As the fog closed in and the walls of the trial disappeared, he heard a familiar, insidious whispering.
‘You’ve been doing well, Michael. I should reward you for your diligence.’
The Entity always spoke so sweetly, like a parent talking to their child, when it praised him. It hardly ever scolded him, but when it did, it was like a vengeful lover that had been betrayed. As much as Michael wanted to hate it, it also granted him what he wanted if he did well. He waited quietly for the Entity to continue.
‘I will give you your obsession.’
Michael knew better this time than to blindly accept. The small tilt of his head was all that was needed for the Entity to understand the question.
‘No tricks, Michael. You can keep him, as long as you wish, with no interferences. Is that what you desire?’
Michael’s hand tightened around the blade of his knife.
‘No, not yet. Your revenge will come soon, I promise.’
Michael hated the idea of not being able to show the scrapper that Dwight was his and his alone, but this would have to do.
‘Kill the others, and you'll have what's yours. I do not care how.’
Of course there was a catch to it all. But Michael was fine with that as he walked into the fog to another trial.
Dwight tried to stay calm as he walked into the fog and saw it clear, revealing the police lights and houses of Lampkin Lane. Even if Michael wasn't the Killer, the street made him especially nervous. It didn't take him long to find Laurie, the woman sadly knew the area well.
“I don't see them yet, but I can feel that whoever it is, isn't focused on me.”
Dwight stiffened, knowing full well Laurie tended to be every Killers obsession, whether or not they truly cared. It was a strange bond she always shared, unless it was Michael in a trial with Dwight. He nodded once, walking over to the nearest generator.
“Okay, be careful. Keep your eyes open.”
Laurie nodded, kneeling to work on the generator beside the house in a worn down playground. Dwight looked around as he felt a chill run up his spine, spotting Meg running from Michael. Why did it have to be him?!
Dwight stayed on the generator, hoping that Michael wouldn't see him for now. Everyone knew that Michael was a Killer who bided his time, stalking them until his power reached its peak. It instilled a terror like no other, as evidenced by the pounding heartbeat and the threat of being killed much faster than normal.
The sound of the generator activating lined up with the sudden fear both Dwight and Laurie felt, followed shortly after by Meg’s scream. Laurie looked over and caught a glimpse of Michael walking towards them.
“We need to go, he's coming.”
Dwight nodded, following closely behind Laurie. Dwight kept his attention careful around him, noticing that his heart kept a steady beat rather than grow faster.
“He’s chasing someone else.”
Almost on cue, Dwight and Laurie heard Jake’s scream of pain. It didn’t take long for both Jake and Meg to be put on a hook, leaving Dwight and Laurie to save them.
“We need to split up, if he finds us together we’re both dead.”
Laurie nodded at Dwight’s command, continuing on ahead while Dwight paused and waited, making sure it was safe to walk in the other direction. It terrified him to watch Michael accurately walk over to where they had just been. Something was guiding the obsessed lunatic, and Dwight had a sinking feeling that he would not enjoy it. He was able to sneak over to Meg undetected, while Laurie no doubt kept Michael busy.
Dwight waved Meg over to where Jake was, getting him off the hook and starting to work on patching Meg up first. Jake didn’t need to be told to what to do, silently doing what he could for the athlete. He crouched and let the other two heal him when Meg’s injuries were treated, standing up as they heard Laurie’s scream. Dwight turned his attention to the other two.
“I’ll get her, you guys find a generator.”
Meg and Jake walked off, Meg far more eager to run to the nearest generator and start working right away while Jake took his time to stay undetected. Dwight retraced his path to stay out of Michael’s sight, heading to Laurie. He lifted her off the hook and start patching her up when they heard Meg scream, both of them able to clearly see the aura of Meg being held in the air and weakly flailing.
Dwight stayed quiet as he led Laurie away after wrapping her shoulder up in makeshift bandages. Michael quickly found Jake, his scream echoing as the knife was driven into his chest. Dwight and Laurie were just able to get a generator running in the time Jake kept Michael busy, but now the Killer was surely going to come after them next.
His heartbeat started to race, and he knew it was going to end badly. Michael immediately went after Laurie, grabbing her and lifting her by her neck. She took the glass shard in her pocket and stabbed it into his shoulder, making him drop her. Dwight tried to put himself between Michael and Laurie, instead feeling the knife plunge into his shoulder. Michael ignored him and went after Laurie, catching up and driving the knife into her chest several times.
Michael let her limp body fall to the ground, watching for just a moment before turning his attention on his prize. The Entity hadn’t lied this time, even helping him find the other survivors and kill them. He was granted the ability to kill all of them, a minor satisfaction when he found that the scrapper wasn’t among them. He would worry about that later, as he had what he wanted so badly.
He watched Dwight try to crawl away, fearful eyes widened and staring at him. It was endearing, in a way, and hardly surprising. Michael tilted his head, being surprised by the sudden jolt from Dwight as the survivor stood up and sprinted away.
Dwight was not going to accept this end so quickly. He could find the hatch and escape, to avoid being grabbed and subjected to whatever torture Michael had in mind. Michael was getting closer and closer, and Dwight was nowhere near finding the hatch just yet. His closest hope was the Myers house, rounding the doorway and feeling his heart sink to his stomach when the pallet wasn’t there, already having been destroyed.
Michael’s hand grabbed the back of Dwight’s neck, his grip firm and unrelenting. Dwight’s cry was soft and strangled as Michael readjusted himself in front of Dwight with his grip on the front of his throat. Dwight’s hands tried to get Michael's to loosen, in any attempt to free himself and run for it.
Dwight felt incoming panic as Michael's fingers dug into his neck, cutting off air. He's going to choke me to death! As uncharacteristic for Michael as it was, Dwight was not going to rule out any options. He refused to stop trying to free himself, even as black spots started to dance at the edges of his vision.
Michael watched as the leader eventually fell limp, fearful and pained expression slipping into a peaceful one of unconsciousness. His grip around Dwight’s neck loosened, moving his hand to brush along the leader’s cheek. Something wasn’t quite right as the fog didn’t close in around him right away, and the Entity’s voice whispered in his ears.
‘Do not fret. You’ll get what you’ve been promised. You’ve more than proved yourself worthy of it.’
Michael tilted his head. There was one alive, but where? He held Dwight over his shoulders, walking out of the house to see the survivalist drop into the hatch in the middle of the street. Part of him was enraged that the survivalist was able to play dead, but that didn’t matter when he had what he really wanted.
The street of Haddonfield narrowed to only encompass the area in front of Michael’s home. He turned to walk back into the house that was now isolated to him and his obsession.
Dwight blinked his eyes open, his head pounding under the bright light. He tried to sit up, finding that his hands were tied behind his back. He rolled onto his back and forced himself up, squinting as his eyes focused. His wrists were tied on top of each other, but the rope was far too tight for him to loosen it without the rope digging into his already sore wrists.
“Guys.. this isn’t funny, come on.”
Some kind of practical joke, now? His shoulder and arm was numb after laying on it for who knows how long, noticing now that his legs were tightly tied together too. He groaned, blinking rapidly to clear the blurriness from his vision.
“Seriously, you can untie me now, I’m awake.”
Dwight turned his attention to the footsteps getting closer, dread slowly settling over him as he realized the footsteps were far too heavy to be any survivor’s, and that he wasn’t at the campfire like he initially thought. No, not like this!
Michael walked in the room, mask splattered with blood over his eye. Dwight backed away as much as he could as Michael came closer, his back hitting the wall. Michael knelt down beside him, and Dwight kept his eyes shut. He flinched at Michael’s touch on his cheek, trying to turn his head away. His breaths were shaky as he felt Michael’s hand through his hair, almost.. Petting it?
“L-Leave me alone!”
Michael’s left hand moved to grab Dwight’s face, fingers pressing into his cheeks and the side of his neck, just under his jaw as Michael ignored Dwight’s plea. Michael leaned close to Dwight, his face just inches away from the leader’s. Dwight could clearly hear the breathing under the mask, muscles tensing in apprehension. He couldn’t help but feel terrified, unsure of what Michael planned next.
Michael leaned back and stood, walking out of the room and leaving Dwight tied up. He could feel the call of another trial, and he knew this time, his Dwight would still be there for him.
