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“Are you with me?”

“To the end of time.”

@bitch-energy Julie and @stab-wound-study Frank

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“Frank…? Have you seen Julie around? I gotta tell her something.”

The blind blonde asked as she walked in through the entrance of the building. Her bare feet making her footsteps nearly silent.

@murder-mason

(Ps, hihihi!! I love your blog and my friend Kayla insisted I go say hello! So… hello!! Looove your writing!)

Frank perked up at the sound of Cheryl's voice, setting down his pen on top of the crinkled papers he had been scribbling on, a weight to keep them from blowing around the Lodge with the gusts of wind that occasionally tore through the decrepit building, "Hey!" He hopped to his feet, making his way over, holding out his hands as he kicked away the empty liquor bottles and stray rocks that always seemed to litter the floor, getting them out of the way of the blind killer. "On your right." He told her, moving to her right side to gently set two fingers on her arm, "Furniture's been moved." He informed her, since he'd been thrown into another version of Ormond, the imposter had moved everything around and Frank was in the process of fixing it, "Jules? Ah she's in trial right now. What's up?" He asked, "Want anything to drink. We ah... got a coffee machine." It was a shitty coffee machine they'd stolen from Herrmann but it was better than nothing. @murder-mason {{Ahh! Thank you so much! Kayla has been teaching me the ropes of Dead by Daylight roleplaying and it's awesome to meet more fans (and hopefully friends)! Thank you so much for the compliment, I try my best!}}

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{{Warning: Non-explicit mentions and descriptions of body horror.}} The hair on the back of Frank’s neck stood on end as the sound of joints popping filled his ear, the Entity’s claw resting on the side of his jaw, digging into the stuble he’d need to shave. He always hated how She sounded; like her limbs were dislocating and then relocating as She reached out to him, “Legion.” She greeted, cold, clipped and dangerous, Her words filling his head in a way that made him want to twist away. Sink into the cold of Her lair and die. He swallowed, shifting from foot to foot as he heard Her move behind him, the sickly sound of flesh squelching had him nauseated until the claw was replaced by a set of sharp nails, “You disappoint me.” Frank finally twisted around to look at Her properly. She’d changed. Less monstrous and more... eerie. Her body was still spindly, though more human looking, contorting until She stood upright, bones snapping into place. The body of a spider melting into a long black dress. How She had looked to Frank when he first met Her. Like the ghost of a Victorian Woman, with the veil hiding her four sets of eyes. Always watching. Always watching.

“I want to go back.” He grit his teeth, setting his jaw as he looked at Her. Ignoring the Dred that built in his stomach as She cackled, cruel and cold, feet leaving the ground as She hovered a few inches above the frozen flesh of her lair. “You perform poorly in Trial then have the nerve to make demands? Surely I have taught you better, Frank.” She folded her hands, the veins on Her hands looked like webs, horrible, discolored webs. “You know damn well why I want to leave.” he snapped in return, “This isn’t... right! What the fuck is... who the... Fuck!” He was at a loss for words that ended with him yelling in anger, “This isn’t my Ormond and they aren’t my Legion.” He finally got out, hands clenched into fists as he took a deep breath, “I don’t know what kind of sick fucking game this is to you but-” He was cut off with a gag as She flicked a finger, webbing wrapping around his throat, crushing his windpipe to silence as She loomed over him. “Do you think you are clever, boy? Clever enough to think you were the one to find out I had pulled you from where you belong? Silly thing.” She laughed as She tightened the cord around his throat, “You discover as I wish you to discover. You think as I tell you to think. You have no will and no soul that does not belong to me, child.” She held him for a moment before releasing Her grip with a sigh, “You are an embarrassment, Legion. If your performance does not improve, I can assure you there are many more to fill your place.” She lifted her chin, veil floating up to reveal her endless eyes, “I will give you your Proper Legion back. Remove the imposter from your ranks and return him to his. But there will be a price. Can you stomach the payment?”

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"Frank it is so good to see you again..." Susie mumbled under her exhausted breath having just returned from another grueling trial and killing another group of 4 survivors. The girl fell into Frank's arms, one of his knives was in her hoodie pocket, stained in grime and guts from the victims. "Hope you don't mind that I borrowed one of your knives to practice~" She looked up at the boy with puppy dog eyes with her arms snug around his waist.

Frank already had his arms open when Susie trudged into the Lodge, the fire was lit and warm, the couch cleaned off and everything was starting to be put in its proper place. He accepted her falling into his arms with a grunt, “Welcome back, Suse.” He snaked a hand between them in order to slip it into her hoodie pocket, fingers closing around the blood and gut covered handle, pulling it free with a humming laugh, looking the blade over with a snicker, “Good trial?” He asked as he slid the knife back into her hoodie, “And ‘course I don’t mind you borrowing my knives.” He wrapped his arms around her, carding his finger through her hair, lifting her mask up enough to see her face, giving her a too wide grin, “We need to get you a proper one, sugar plum.”

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Frank leaned back against the bar where he was perched, letting his head lull to the side with a lovesick sigh, "Julie Kostenko. I remember when I took her to prom. I'd been long expelled, bashing that ref's head against the bleachers 'n everything. But I promised to take her so I climbed in through the science rooms window, suit and all to dance with her." He sighed, sitting down properly, mask clattering to the bar top next to him, "I'd follow that woman down to the very pits of hell. I'd've even married her if we ever got out of Ormond." He smiled at the anon, scar twisting his lips in an unnatural way, "She's the only woman I could ever see myself settling down with. My one true partner in crime."

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Do you have a favorite survivor you like to kill?

Frank thought for a moment, running his tongue over his teeth before he smiled, “Ace.” He finally answered, leaning back with a grin, “I like watching the hope drain from his eyes as his luck runs out.” He stabbed his knife into the wood of the table he was perched on to punctuate his sentence, pausing for a moment before letting his head lull back, “It really gets me going.” He cackled, clenching his hands into fists with a manic grin, “Ripping ‘em apart is the best feeling in the world.” His normally bright eyes were tinged red with bloodlust before he took a breath, leaning back with a content sigh, “But that’s my answer, Nonny. Ace.”

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"I swear on the seal of god you better tell me right here right now why I should shoot your damn kneecap off because I swear I seen hundreds of you running about! So what makes you so special?!"

(SORRY IF I SEEM RUDE YOU SEEM NICE ENTITY JUST HAS SO MANY FRANKS TO DEAL WITH

{{it’s totally okay! Thanks for the starter! Sorry Frank's such an ass.}}

Frank couldn’t help but smirk from behind his mask, blood oozing from his nose as he held up his hands, blood drying on the blade of his knife, turning it over in his hand, “Aren’t you all seeing?” He asked, shifting his weight to face the Entity, smirk twisting into a sneer, “I’ve been tossed from universe to universe where everything is almost the same but not quite.” He bared his teeth at the God, “Shouldn’t you know how many versions of me are running around?”

Frank cracked his neck, “Special? Special?!” He couldn’t hold back a mean, cackling laugh, “Nothing makes me fucking special. I’m just a fucking kid from Ormond who had nothing but my Legion to live for." He spat, blood splattering against the inside of his mask, lowering his hands in order to jab his blade in the direction of the God, "You stole the future I had planned so I could feed you gluttonous bloodlust you rancid, fucking bitch." Each word had him spewing blood and spit, anger seething under his skin at the remembering that the God has stolen his future, his plans to leave Ormond with Legion, to have a future with Julie.

But now he was trapped in a Neverending carnival.