#themiserablesmilingkiller

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@themiserablesmilingkiller :  Two killer trials? Evan hates them. These survivors are HIS prey to hunt down! No one else's; especially not that small, mouthy dream demon! So, of course, the Trapper is happy to wake the survivor up with a loud clap next to her ear just to keep Freddy from getting her. "Are yew havin'- ... -an affair?"

          she  just  about  jumps  straight  out  of  her  own  skin  at  the  abrupt  noise  forcefully  pulling    her  from  deep  slumber.   stumbling  backwards  with  about  as  much  grace  as  an  adolescent  deer  on  ice,   mi - kyung  takes  a  moment  to  confirm  her  surroundings,   that  she’s  back  to  familiar  “ reality ”,   before  her  gaze  settles  on  the  trapper.   wide - eyed  surprise  evolves  into  puzzled  chagrin  and  open  disgust  as  she  processes  what  the  hell  he  just  said  to  her.

          ❝  … the fuck?   are  you  talking  about  him?   because  i’d  rather  chew  glass  than  even  look  at  him  a  little  longer  than  i  have  to.   have  you  seen  him?  ❞

          she  does  not  run,   at  least  not  yet.   there’s  enough  distance  between  them  so  that  she  has  time  to  react  if  he  makes  any  sudden  movements.   casually,   she  brushes  aside  a  lock  of  hair  from  her  face.   ❝  he’s  probably  closer  to  your  type.   you  don’t  seem  like  someone  with  any standards.  ❞

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6'7" - @themiserablesmiilingkiller

"What in the god damn-"

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[Lonely] - for Kenneth - @themiserablesmiilingkiller

[ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room

Kenneth was a bit of a recluse sometimes but lately he seemed to be even more reclusive than usual. It should have corresponded with the summer time.....the killers enjoying some warmth and a little bit of a different scene.

But Kenneth just withdrew......he stayed in his caravan in the dark, getting so drunk he passed out. He was on his way of trying to make himself sick when The Trapper came to him. If there had been a fight, the Clown wouldn't be able to fight back.

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31- the sender overtakes the receiver in combat - @themiserablesmiilingkiller

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 | @themiserablesmiilingkiller

A tangy perfume of rust-eaten metal. Those breaths sound decrepit, too. Tall stalks of midday yellow have whipped at them both. The tassels and the leaves slapped their faces - Carlos was not so fortunate to be wearing a mask, unlike his pursuer - stung at their arms, or crushed forward during the chase. But there's red, bright polished rubies glittering in the synthetic sunlight, thickly dripping wreaths of it from off the corn. Hiding his tracks in this dead field is as impossible as outrunning what's after him. His momentum stops haltingly.

Coming low and being agile to take advantage of his sudden turn, he shoved his shoulder up and into gut. When he sees an inch of give from the Trapper's shoes, a flutter of hope fortifies him, and he even locks his hands together in a circuit around him, gaining another forward rush by use of all his might. The relief of this; the elation of progress - it's smacked out of him.

His grip dislodges and he's sent toppling into the dirt before he realizes what's happened. Carlos' eyes wobble up onto the bear trap clutched right above him. It's disengaged, but wet. Hot and stinging as boiling water, the lower half of his face burns. He touches tenderly over his stubbled jaw - kicking back a few feet to get some miserable distance. Something is so smashed or so split open that his expression is lost in an outpour of new blood. If there was anything to be said in retaliation, his jaw won't cooperate.

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$ - @themiserablesmiilingkiller

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

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🔪 - themiserablesmiilingkiller

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

He isn’t even sure he’s formally met this man before. But it doesn’t really matter right now. The instant the blade touches him, one black tendril lashes out, seizing the wrist of his would-be attacker and curling around it like a serpent.

With a cold look hazy in his eyes, Wesker lifts the hand it extends from, allowing more to emerge and extend out to force Evan back from him. A smile toys on his lips, Uroboros squeezes, tightening like a vice and crushing until the pressure is all that he can focus on. If he truly wanted to, he could have torn the offending arm off. But then what would that get either of them? The Entity’s whispering displeasure no doubt.

“A lesson for you while we are making introductions: I do not play well in the sandbox. And you should keep your hands to yourself if you like being able to use them.” He warns. Only loosening his hold when he is certain his point has been thoroughly made. 

[mxshtyx]

Nickname - themiserablesmiilingkiller

Nea's Nicknames

Smiley boy/Smiley Teddy-bear. Jazzy jazz hands. Iron Fist. *A bunch of curses*(when foot is in trap). MacSauce. MacDaddy.

[mxshtyx]

INCOMING! - themiserablesmiilingkiller >:)

From the Sky Meme

Oh... Jesus... Christ... That was the only thought that could pass through Nea's mind as she looked down at herself and the growing shadow on her, then up in horror as MacMillan fell from the fucking sky. Not even a scream would escape her before she would be crushed under him.

Her head poked out from under his mass, and somehow, she retained consciousness. "...why?" A strangled question was asked as she tried and failed to move.