Micheal Myers

RP/Ask blog- DBD/Halloween based blog- 18+ only

[theshapeofthefog]

Welcome to Haddonfield

Well that's what the sign reads anyways. You probably won't receive such a warm welcome from the local stalker anyways.

Rules:

1) RP is always open, though just be warned Micheal Myers doesn't speak. So take that as you will

2) Asks are open always

3) 18+ please

4) yes, this is a killer and a stalker. Expect him to do so if you are to interact.

5) he will be portrayed as lore accurate as possible with a few of my own HCs thrown in

6) have fun!

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About the mun:

Mun is 18+, works full-time, and is a full-time university student

[dg-chmic]

I think I drew his legs too short, they're like two little beans =)))

Also another piece:

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute he starts staring They look fucking terrified, just for a split second, but it’s easy for him to notice, they seem ready to bolt if need be.

They mimic the grunt seemingly unintentionally and nod “Thank you, I appreciate it.” There’s a particularly loud Tic as they jerk their head into their shoulder, slightly wincing as they do so.

They seem happy with the answer though, and continue the walk with him all the way to the cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

He continues to the cabin, opening the door. He turns to invite the other in as his ghostface is inside.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Thank you,” They nod at him as they enter, they do watch their back as they enter but don’t seem to be to terrified of micheal at this point. He’s had plenty of opportunities to hurt them, though they won’t delude themselves in the belief that they are perfect safe.

“Hey!” They go to say Dani, but instead stops themselves unsure of who is at front, they are now fiddling with their bag, nervously zipping and unzipping it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He goes off into the cabin, leaving the bowl of candy in front of the Ghostface. The Ghostface is carrying a beat up teddy bear and squeals when they see the bowl of candy and Mikey giving him a hug. He stands stiff but accepts the hug. The Ghostface then picks up a child-like drawing and hands it to Mikey.

The stalker takes it and walks over to the broken fridge to hang it up before looking back at the visitor as the Ghostface hides behind him peering around just enough.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They seem to be debating wether they should stay or leave. “Hi, uh, I’m Ram or well Dani calls me Dodge.” They feel very out of place, like this isn’t something they should be seeing. “it’s nice to meet you.” They keep their voice soothing, the Tics have stop and they do zero in on the fridge “How long has that been broken?”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸The little tucks her face back into Mikey at first until they mention Dani. "You know Mr. Dani?" They come next to Mikey's side to hold his hand while the other clutches the worn bear.

"I'm Danny Jr!" She seems intrigued by the visitor now. "My friend Danny broke the fridge when he got mad." Mikey looked down admonishing them a little bit but she didn't seem to notice as she got closer to the survivor. "I like your hair Dodge! It's nice!" 🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Awwww! Thank you!” they get a bit closer so she can see “They’re called Raccoon Tails. It’s a lot of upkeep but it’s super cute! Do you want me to take A look at the fridge? See if I can get it running.” They look a little confused themselves as they say it, like they are quite sure how’d they’d know how to do that, and yet. they do.

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She giggles and takes a closer look, "Did raccoons teach you how to do those?" She clapped her hands excited about meeting a new friend.

The question caused her to look back at Mikey in asking what she should do. He gave a small, almost easily missed nod to her. "You know how to? Are you magic?"🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah they did teach me how to, wait, hold on, you want one?” They grin gently unclipping their left piece “and I’m not magic, but I think i was a uh,” they take a minute going still, blinking as the fog in their head clears “I was an electrician for awhile.”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She looked at the hair piece very excitedly before gingerly taking it, "Thank you Dodge!" She clipped it into her teddy bear and showed her the teddy bear.

"Okie dokie magic Dodge!" She still believed that meant they were a magician and scurried off within the cabin leaving them with Mikey

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“She’s adorable. Uh, where would i find parts, maybe a toolbox’s if you have ‘em,”

They happily sit down and listen to the fridge a bit, they start looking around in it finding the problem. their mimicking a fridge hum as they do so, this is the stillest micheal has seen them, ever

[theshapeofthefog]

He silently watches for a minute before walking off. He's gone for a while before returning with a toolbox. There's a name written on the front in Dani's bold bubble letters saying, "FIG". It was set on the counter as he returns to watching.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

"thank you, it'll take a couple hours, I assume your gonna watch, I could teach you if you want, repair it for them if it happens again, not too hard." They smile up at him "I'm happy to do favors for them though, if you'd rather just watch, you've both been so nice." This is the bare minimum on micheal's part to be fair but they seemingly are very touched by it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He stood there before closing the distance in a few long steps. He stood over as if watching and waiting. He grunted in acceptance, he would do anything for his Ghostface.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The narrate everything they do, giving him tips as they work, finally it’s finished, the fridge is up and running and they are all grins “Did you get all that? I can write it if you need, no idea how you prefer your instructions.” they smile at him again, “I hate written instructions they never made any sense.” They get this weird distant look, their eyes glaze over for just a second, as they go still for just a second, “sorry what was i saying…oh yeah paper…paper…”

[theshapeofthefog]

He kept listening and watching. They then said something to him in which he didn't respond. He just kept watching.

Then their eyes glazed over as they got really still. He stood there and before he reached out to turn them around, they resume talking. He continued to stare directly at them, eyes trained on theirs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look a little shaken after, they keep talking but they seem to be preoccupied for a moment, “uhhh, paper, to write things down. Yeah.” They carefully run their hands over the countertop as the search each drawer, trying to ground themselves

[theshapeofthefog]

He stares as they search for the paper before he leaves their side to grab paper. He returns a few moments later with a notebook, a pencil, and a eraser. The notebooks cover is labeled with a number, 12 and "JED". Inside were several notes that depicted daily activities, notes of different things, and several drawings depicting both survivors and killers.

He hands the notebook, pencil, and eraser to them before staring at them again. It is almost as if he is checking on them in his own way.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“You sure Jed won’t mind if i use these,” they mutter, their hands shake as they write down the steps, “You should uh, get some spare parts maybe, I think with some more help I could get the ice machine running.. sorry that’s probably not needed, I hope you don’t mind.” It’s clear they need to feel useful, craving some sort of job, they still don’t seem exactly right, but they seem to think their being to well

[theshapeofthefog]

He pauses before walking back off somewhere in the cabin. He's checking in on ghostface. He comes back out, grabs water and ibuprofen, then heads back to where he was.

When he reappears, he's carrying the ghostface's usual attire. He looks at the other before storing the clothing and mask above the fridge in the highest cabinet. He then turns to leave the cabin to get parts.

[theshapeofthefog]

Headcannon Generator Meme

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Mikey Myers listens to 80s music. ✔️ (I mean, he doesn't actively seek out music but he had to in the 80s)

Mikey Myers believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover. ✔️(ghosts are very real but before he murder his sister, he wasn't really invited to sleepovers)

Mikey Myers is in your house. ✔️ (obviously, he's just waiting for a good time to get you)

Mikey Myers does not know what sleep is. ✔️ (he will go days without sleep unless he is reminded to do so)

Mikey Myers's favourite subject in school was Social Studies ❌️ (he didn't care for school)

Mikey Myers could easily survive The Hunger Games. ✔️ (I mean the guy gets shot, stabbed, and burned so yeah)

Mikey Myers is awful with technology and doesn't know how to use a smart phone.

Mikey Myers has a sword under their bed ✔️❌️ (kinda right, he has knives stashed there)

Mikey Myers has a pet dog.❌️ (he eats dogs as seen in the movies)

Mikey Myers is not good with social cues ✔️ (social cues are hard for this stalker)

Mikey Myers forgets to eat sometimes ✔️ (since he goes days without eating he rarely remembers to eat)

Tagged by: @xxxlostinthefogxxx

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[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute he starts staring They look fucking terrified, just for a split second, but it’s easy for him to notice, they seem ready to bolt if need be.

They mimic the grunt seemingly unintentionally and nod “Thank you, I appreciate it.” There’s a particularly loud Tic as they jerk their head into their shoulder, slightly wincing as they do so.

They seem happy with the answer though, and continue the walk with him all the way to the cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

He continues to the cabin, opening the door. He turns to invite the other in as his ghostface is inside.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Thank you,” They nod at him as they enter, they do watch their back as they enter but don’t seem to be to terrified of micheal at this point. He’s had plenty of opportunities to hurt them, though they won’t delude themselves in the belief that they are perfect safe.

“Hey!” They go to say Dani, but instead stops themselves unsure of who is at front, they are now fiddling with their bag, nervously zipping and unzipping it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He goes off into the cabin, leaving the bowl of candy in front of the Ghostface. The Ghostface is carrying a beat up teddy bear and squeals when they see the bowl of candy and Mikey giving him a hug. He stands stiff but accepts the hug. The Ghostface then picks up a child-like drawing and hands it to Mikey.

The stalker takes it and walks over to the broken fridge to hang it up before looking back at the visitor as the Ghostface hides behind him peering around just enough.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They seem to be debating wether they should stay or leave. “Hi, uh, I’m Ram or well Dani calls me Dodge.” They feel very out of place, like this isn’t something they should be seeing. “it’s nice to meet you.” They keep their voice soothing, the Tics have stop and they do zero in on the fridge “How long has that been broken?”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸The little tucks her face back into Mikey at first until they mention Dani. "You know Mr. Dani?" They come next to Mikey's side to hold his hand while the other clutches the worn bear.

"I'm Danny Jr!" She seems intrigued by the visitor now. "My friend Danny broke the fridge when he got mad." Mikey looked down admonishing them a little bit but she didn't seem to notice as she got closer to the survivor. "I like your hair Dodge! It's nice!" 🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Awwww! Thank you!” they get a bit closer so she can see “They’re called Raccoon Tails. It’s a lot of upkeep but it’s super cute! Do you want me to take A look at the fridge? See if I can get it running.” They look a little confused themselves as they say it, like they are quite sure how’d they’d know how to do that, and yet. they do.

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She giggles and takes a closer look, "Did raccoons teach you how to do those?" She clapped her hands excited about meeting a new friend.

The question caused her to look back at Mikey in asking what she should do. He gave a small, almost easily missed nod to her. "You know how to? Are you magic?"🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah they did teach me how to, wait, hold on, you want one?” They grin gently unclipping their left piece “and I’m not magic, but I think i was a uh,” they take a minute going still, blinking as the fog in their head clears “I was an electrician for awhile.”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She looked at the hair piece very excitedly before gingerly taking it, "Thank you Dodge!" She clipped it into her teddy bear and showed her the teddy bear.

"Okie dokie magic Dodge!" She still believed that meant they were a magician and scurried off within the cabin leaving them with Mikey

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“She’s adorable. Uh, where would i find parts, maybe a toolbox’s if you have ‘em,”

They happily sit down and listen to the fridge a bit, they start looking around in it finding the problem. their mimicking a fridge hum as they do so, this is the stillest micheal has seen them, ever

[theshapeofthefog]

He silently watches for a minute before walking off. He's gone for a while before returning with a toolbox. There's a name written on the front in Dani's bold bubble letters saying, "FIG". It was set on the counter as he returns to watching.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

"thank you, it'll take a couple hours, I assume your gonna watch, I could teach you if you want, repair it for them if it happens again, not too hard." They smile up at him "I'm happy to do favors for them though, if you'd rather just watch, you've both been so nice." This is the bare minimum on micheal's part to be fair but they seemingly are very touched by it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He stood there before closing the distance in a few long steps. He stood over as if watching and waiting. He grunted in acceptance, he would do anything for his Ghostface.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The narrate everything they do, giving him tips as they work, finally it’s finished, the fridge is up and running and they are all grins “Did you get all that? I can write it if you need, no idea how you prefer your instructions.” they smile at him again, “I hate written instructions they never made any sense.” They get this weird distant look, their eyes glaze over for just a second, as they go still for just a second, “sorry what was i saying…oh yeah paper…paper…”

[theshapeofthefog]

He kept listening and watching. They then said something to him in which he didn't respond. He just kept watching.

Then their eyes glazed over as they got really still. He stood there and before he reached out to turn them around, they resume talking. He continued to stare directly at them, eyes trained on theirs.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look a little shaken after, they keep talking but they seem to be preoccupied for a moment, “uhhh, paper, to write things down. Yeah.” They carefully run their hands over the countertop as the search each drawer, trying to ground themselves

[theshapeofthefog]

He stares as they search for the paper before he leaves their side to grab paper. He returns a few moments later with a notebook, a pencil, and a eraser. The notebooks cover is labeled with a number, 12 and "JED". Inside were several notes that depicted daily activities, notes of different things, and several drawings depicting both survivors and killers.

He hands the notebook, pencil, and eraser to them before staring at them again. It is almost as if he is checking on them in his own way.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute he starts staring They look fucking terrified, just for a split second, but it’s easy for him to notice, they seem ready to bolt if need be.

They mimic the grunt seemingly unintentionally and nod “Thank you, I appreciate it.” There’s a particularly loud Tic as they jerk their head into their shoulder, slightly wincing as they do so.

They seem happy with the answer though, and continue the walk with him all the way to the cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

He continues to the cabin, opening the door. He turns to invite the other in as his ghostface is inside.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Thank you,” They nod at him as they enter, they do watch their back as they enter but don’t seem to be to terrified of micheal at this point. He’s had plenty of opportunities to hurt them, though they won’t delude themselves in the belief that they are perfect safe.

“Hey!” They go to say Dani, but instead stops themselves unsure of who is at front, they are now fiddling with their bag, nervously zipping and unzipping it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He goes off into the cabin, leaving the bowl of candy in front of the Ghostface. The Ghostface is carrying a beat up teddy bear and squeals when they see the bowl of candy and Mikey giving him a hug. He stands stiff but accepts the hug. The Ghostface then picks up a child-like drawing and hands it to Mikey.

The stalker takes it and walks over to the broken fridge to hang it up before looking back at the visitor as the Ghostface hides behind him peering around just enough.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They seem to be debating wether they should stay or leave. “Hi, uh, I’m Ram or well Dani calls me Dodge.” They feel very out of place, like this isn’t something they should be seeing. “it’s nice to meet you.” They keep their voice soothing, the Tics have stop and they do zero in on the fridge “How long has that been broken?”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸The little tucks her face back into Mikey at first until they mention Dani. "You know Mr. Dani?" They come next to Mikey's side to hold his hand while the other clutches the worn bear.

"I'm Danny Jr!" She seems intrigued by the visitor now. "My friend Danny broke the fridge when he got mad." Mikey looked down admonishing them a little bit but she didn't seem to notice as she got closer to the survivor. "I like your hair Dodge! It's nice!" 🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Awwww! Thank you!” they get a bit closer so she can see “They’re called Raccoon Tails. It’s a lot of upkeep but it’s super cute! Do you want me to take A look at the fridge? See if I can get it running.” They look a little confused themselves as they say it, like they are quite sure how’d they’d know how to do that, and yet. they do.

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She giggles and takes a closer look, "Did raccoons teach you how to do those?" She clapped her hands excited about meeting a new friend.

The question caused her to look back at Mikey in asking what she should do. He gave a small, almost easily missed nod to her. "You know how to? Are you magic?"🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah they did teach me how to, wait, hold on, you want one?” They grin gently unclipping their left piece “and I’m not magic, but I think i was a uh,” they take a minute going still, blinking as the fog in their head clears “I was an electrician for awhile.”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She looked at the hair piece very excitedly before gingerly taking it, "Thank you Dodge!" She clipped it into her teddy bear and showed her the teddy bear.

"Okie dokie magic Dodge!" She still believed that meant they were a magician and scurried off within the cabin leaving them with Mikey

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“She’s adorable. Uh, where would i find parts, maybe a toolbox’s if you have ‘em,”

They happily sit down and listen to the fridge a bit, they start looking around in it finding the problem. their mimicking a fridge hum as they do so, this is the stillest micheal has seen them, ever

[theshapeofthefog]

He silently watches for a minute before walking off. He's gone for a while before returning with a toolbox. There's a name written on the front in Dani's bold bubble letters saying, "FIG". It was set on the counter as he returns to watching.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

"thank you, it'll take a couple hours, I assume your gonna watch, I could teach you if you want, repair it for them if it happens again, not too hard." They smile up at him "I'm happy to do favors for them though, if you'd rather just watch, you've both been so nice." This is the bare minimum on micheal's part to be fair but they seemingly are very touched by it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He stood there before closing the distance in a few long steps. He stood over as if watching and waiting. He grunted in acceptance, he would do anything for his Ghostface.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The narrate everything they do, giving him tips as they work, finally it’s finished, the fridge is up and running and they are all grins “Did you get all that? I can write it if you need, no idea how you prefer your instructions.” they smile at him again, “I hate written instructions they never made any sense.” They get this weird distant look, their eyes glaze over for just a second, as they go still for just a second, “sorry what was i saying…oh yeah paper…paper…”

[theshapeofthefog]

He kept listening and watching. They then said something to him in which he didn't respond. He just kept watching.

Then their eyes glazed over as they got really still. He stood there and before he reached out to turn them around, they resume talking. He continued to stare directly at them, eyes trained on theirs.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute he starts staring They look fucking terrified, just for a split second, but it’s easy for him to notice, they seem ready to bolt if need be.

They mimic the grunt seemingly unintentionally and nod “Thank you, I appreciate it.” There’s a particularly loud Tic as they jerk their head into their shoulder, slightly wincing as they do so.

They seem happy with the answer though, and continue the walk with him all the way to the cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

He continues to the cabin, opening the door. He turns to invite the other in as his ghostface is inside.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Thank you,” They nod at him as they enter, they do watch their back as they enter but don’t seem to be to terrified of micheal at this point. He’s had plenty of opportunities to hurt them, though they won’t delude themselves in the belief that they are perfect safe.

“Hey!” They go to say Dani, but instead stops themselves unsure of who is at front, they are now fiddling with their bag, nervously zipping and unzipping it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He goes off into the cabin, leaving the bowl of candy in front of the Ghostface. The Ghostface is carrying a beat up teddy bear and squeals when they see the bowl of candy and Mikey giving him a hug. He stands stiff but accepts the hug. The Ghostface then picks up a child-like drawing and hands it to Mikey.

The stalker takes it and walks over to the broken fridge to hang it up before looking back at the visitor as the Ghostface hides behind him peering around just enough.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They seem to be debating wether they should stay or leave. “Hi, uh, I’m Ram or well Dani calls me Dodge.” They feel very out of place, like this isn’t something they should be seeing. “it’s nice to meet you.” They keep their voice soothing, the Tics have stop and they do zero in on the fridge “How long has that been broken?”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸The little tucks her face back into Mikey at first until they mention Dani. "You know Mr. Dani?" They come next to Mikey's side to hold his hand while the other clutches the worn bear.

"I'm Danny Jr!" She seems intrigued by the visitor now. "My friend Danny broke the fridge when he got mad." Mikey looked down admonishing them a little bit but she didn't seem to notice as she got closer to the survivor. "I like your hair Dodge! It's nice!" 🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Awwww! Thank you!” they get a bit closer so she can see “They’re called Raccoon Tails. It’s a lot of upkeep but it’s super cute! Do you want me to take A look at the fridge? See if I can get it running.” They look a little confused themselves as they say it, like they are quite sure how’d they’d know how to do that, and yet. they do.

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She giggles and takes a closer look, "Did raccoons teach you how to do those?" She clapped her hands excited about meeting a new friend.

The question caused her to look back at Mikey in asking what she should do. He gave a small, almost easily missed nod to her. "You know how to? Are you magic?"🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah they did teach me how to, wait, hold on, you want one?” They grin gently unclipping their left piece “and I’m not magic, but I think i was a uh,” they take a minute going still, blinking as the fog in their head clears “I was an electrician for awhile.”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She looked at the hair piece very excitedly before gingerly taking it, "Thank you Dodge!" She clipped it into her teddy bear and showed her the teddy bear.

"Okie dokie magic Dodge!" She still believed that meant they were a magician and scurried off within the cabin leaving them with Mikey

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“She’s adorable. Uh, where would i find parts, maybe a toolbox’s if you have ‘em,”

They happily sit down and listen to the fridge a bit, they start looking around in it finding the problem. their mimicking a fridge hum as they do so, this is the stillest micheal has seen them, ever

[theshapeofthefog]

He silently watches for a minute before walking off. He's gone for a while before returning with a toolbox. There's a name written on the front in Dani's bold bubble letters saying, "FIG". It was set on the counter as he returns to watching.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

"thank you, it'll take a couple hours, I assume your gonna watch, I could teach you if you want, repair it for them if it happens again, not too hard." They smile up at him "I'm happy to do favors for them though, if you'd rather just watch, you've both been so nice." This is the bare minimum on micheal's part to be fair but they seemingly are very touched by it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He stood there before closing the distance in a few long steps. He stood over as if watching and waiting. He grunted in acceptance, he would do anything for his Ghostface.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute he starts staring They look fucking terrified, just for a split second, but it’s easy for him to notice, they seem ready to bolt if need be.

They mimic the grunt seemingly unintentionally and nod “Thank you, I appreciate it.” There’s a particularly loud Tic as they jerk their head into their shoulder, slightly wincing as they do so.

They seem happy with the answer though, and continue the walk with him all the way to the cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

He continues to the cabin, opening the door. He turns to invite the other in as his ghostface is inside.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Thank you,” They nod at him as they enter, they do watch their back as they enter but don’t seem to be to terrified of micheal at this point. He’s had plenty of opportunities to hurt them, though they won’t delude themselves in the belief that they are perfect safe.

“Hey!” They go to say Dani, but instead stops themselves unsure of who is at front, they are now fiddling with their bag, nervously zipping and unzipping it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He goes off into the cabin, leaving the bowl of candy in front of the Ghostface. The Ghostface is carrying a beat up teddy bear and squeals when they see the bowl of candy and Mikey giving him a hug. He stands stiff but accepts the hug. The Ghostface then picks up a child-like drawing and hands it to Mikey.

The stalker takes it and walks over to the broken fridge to hang it up before looking back at the visitor as the Ghostface hides behind him peering around just enough.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They seem to be debating wether they should stay or leave. “Hi, uh, I’m Ram or well Dani calls me Dodge.” They feel very out of place, like this isn’t something they should be seeing. “it’s nice to meet you.” They keep their voice soothing, the Tics have stop and they do zero in on the fridge “How long has that been broken?”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸The little tucks her face back into Mikey at first until they mention Dani. "You know Mr. Dani?" They come next to Mikey's side to hold his hand while the other clutches the worn bear.

"I'm Danny Jr!" She seems intrigued by the visitor now. "My friend Danny broke the fridge when he got mad." Mikey looked down admonishing them a little bit but she didn't seem to notice as she got closer to the survivor. "I like your hair Dodge! It's nice!" 🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Awwww! Thank you!” they get a bit closer so she can see “They’re called Raccoon Tails. It’s a lot of upkeep but it’s super cute! Do you want me to take A look at the fridge? See if I can get it running.” They look a little confused themselves as they say it, like they are quite sure how’d they’d know how to do that, and yet. they do.

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She giggles and takes a closer look, "Did raccoons teach you how to do those?" She clapped her hands excited about meeting a new friend.

The question caused her to look back at Mikey in asking what she should do. He gave a small, almost easily missed nod to her. "You know how to? Are you magic?"🧸

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Yeah they did teach me how to, wait, hold on, you want one?” They grin gently unclipping their left piece “and I’m not magic, but I think i was a uh,” they take a minute going still, blinking as the fog in their head clears “I was an electrician for awhile.”

[thatcatghostinred]

🧸She looked at the hair piece very excitedly before gingerly taking it, "Thank you Dodge!" She clipped it into her teddy bear and showed her the teddy bear.

"Okie dokie magic Dodge!" She still believed that meant they were a magician and scurried off within the cabin leaving them with Mikey

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“She’s adorable. Uh, where would i find parts, maybe a toolbox’s if you have ‘em,”

They happily sit down and listen to the fridge a bit, they start looking around in it finding the problem. their mimicking a fridge hum as they do so, this is the stillest micheal has seen them, ever

[theshapeofthefog]

He silently watches for a minute before walking off. He's gone for a while before returning with a toolbox. There's a name written on the front in Dani's bold bubble letters saying, "FIG". It was set on the counter as he returns to watching.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute he starts staring They look fucking terrified, just for a split second, but it’s easy for him to notice, they seem ready to bolt if need be.

They mimic the grunt seemingly unintentionally and nod “Thank you, I appreciate it.” There’s a particularly loud Tic as they jerk their head into their shoulder, slightly wincing as they do so.

They seem happy with the answer though, and continue the walk with him all the way to the cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

He continues to the cabin, opening the door. He turns to invite the other in as his ghostface is inside.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“Thank you,” They nod at him as they enter, they do watch their back as they enter but don’t seem to be to terrified of micheal at this point. He’s had plenty of opportunities to hurt them, though they won’t delude themselves in the belief that they are perfect safe.

“Hey!” They go to say Dani, but instead stops themselves unsure of who is at front, they are now fiddling with their bag, nervously zipping and unzipping it.

[theshapeofthefog]

He goes off into the cabin, leaving the bowl of candy in front of the Ghostface. The Ghostface is carrying a beat up teddy bear and squeals when they see the bowl of candy and Mikey giving him a hug. He stands stiff but accepts the hug. The Ghostface then picks up a child-like drawing and hands it to Mikey.

The stalker takes it and walks over to the broken fridge to hang it up before looking back at the visitor as the Ghostface hides behind him peering around just enough.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

The minute he starts staring They look fucking terrified, just for a split second, but it’s easy for him to notice, they seem ready to bolt if need be.

They mimic the grunt seemingly unintentionally and nod “Thank you, I appreciate it.” There’s a particularly loud Tic as they jerk their head into their shoulder, slightly wincing as they do so.

They seem happy with the answer though, and continue the walk with him all the way to the cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

He continues to the cabin, opening the door. He turns to invite the other in as his ghostface is inside.

[thebloodiestvalentine]

Welcome to Valentine Bluffs

The little town with a BIG heart

An accident. Well that's what they called it. Two supervisors left their posts leaving Henry Warden and others alone in the mine. An explosion of methane gas caused a collapse, trapping Warden and the others in the cave. Warden did what he needed to do in order to survive.

He enacted his revenge against his supervisors. Leaving a behind warnings and the demand to bever hold another Valentine's Day dance again.

The legend of Warden, the murderous miner of Valentine's bluff remained. There was no trace of him left other than the thick, black fog that covered the mines where he was once trapped.

About Muse:

-Based on My Blood Valentine (1981 and 2009) and Dead By Daylight.

-Head cannon heavy with cannon added as this killer is not in Dead By Daylight

-This muse is portrayed as being silent using only gestures, grunts, and breathing as answers. Inner dialog will be written out

Rules:

-Open asks and RP always

-NSFW is allowed but full RP MUST be fully plotted out with me.

-no god-modding unless previously discussed

-18+ only

-This blog discusses heavy topic such as violence, murder, killing, cannibalism, and hematophagy

-Trigger warnings will be added to post containing heavy material and triggers

about Mun:

Mun is 18+ and expect interactors to be as well. Mun has a full-time job and is a full-time university student. Response time varies.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They look over too him a bit nervous, their tics increasing in frequency as they speak, the sound of the knife hitting the kitchen counter seems to be the one they most repeat as they talk

“So does this mean like, I can keep hanging around Haddonfield, I won’t be a bother promise, you’ll barely know i’m there. Of course if you’d like me to steer clear i’m happy too, I think there’s some other kitchens around.” they don’t fully expect a reply but their studying him for any sign that he isn’t happy with the arrangement.

[theshapeofthefog]

He turns sharply, looking down at Dodge. The tics interested him everytime the survivor made one. Seemed everytime they got nervous, the sounds got worse.

A grunt of acceptance to the question was the only answer they would get from the stalker. He only returned to Haddenfield now if he needed something.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

“I can always make you something if you want! I’m happy too. Consider it a thank you for not completely gutting me when you found me.” they just happily follow along, “It’s also not like i’m doing anything super important between trials anyways, mostly bribing the doctor for info and exploring.”

[theshapeofthefog]

Gutting... he had the urge to do so. Guess he'll have to wait until the next trial or the next survivor.

He was surprised Dr. Carter even allowed a conversation. He himself avoided doctors all together due to their nature of 'wanting to learn more about him' and keep him from his killings.

He trudged forward, ignoring the question about food. They were close to their cabin

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

They Blink and follow him, letting out a sigh of relief, “Did you uh, end up getting any of the cake I made? I did consider making something for you but I didn’t know what you’d like.” They do also scramble to pick up their bag, full of lots of goodies. “How long do you think it takes for tums to expire.” they say it more out loud then for an answer.

[theshapeofthefog]

He looks over his shoulder then back to walking. No he hadn't had any cake, Danny Jr and Dani most likely finished it off. No matter, cake was not a favorite of theirs. He preferred... it was best not to say fully. For the second question, he didn't answer it. He just kept walking back to their cabin.

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

they mimic the sound of the knife crashing as a nervous response.

“I’m uh Ram, Well I guess he calls me Dodge, One of his head mates let me leave a trial so I made him a cake, he mentioned your rarely around so…” they look around, hands rubbing together as they think of how to word this. “I’ve been using the stoves and the sofa, i’ve been avoiding your house of course, but sometimes the entity leaves food if i’m particularly good, had i’d know you’d be here i’d have steered clear promise.” They ramble on as they stare up at him, very much hoping they won’t get stabbed.

[theshapeofthefog]

Another interesting noise from the individual. Its emotions seemed to be getting the best of it.

Of course, a nickname from Dani. He himself now used the nickname Dani had assigned him, Mikey. Though this one rambled on much like his Ghostface did, especially when Dani was fronting.

If Danny spared this one, there must have been a reason as to why. Danny didn't bother sparing survivors during trials without a reason. It was expected of Dani to allow one to all of the survivors live. He'd thrown whole trials just for the fun of it .

He moved past Ram to grab the bowl of candy that lay on the counter. He promised a certain little that he'd get more if she stayed where she was suppose to. He looked at the survivor again seeming to invite them to follow, a first for the stalker here in the realm.

[evilvvithin]

HALLOWEEN john carpenter, 1978

[theshapeofthefog]

That was a weird nap... he was going to kill Laurie though now that he was well rested

[theshapeofthefog]

Someone is walking around Haddonfield, There’s a single bird now whistling a tune in the trees, and the sound of boots in crunchy autumn leaves.

A door opens, creaking rather loudly, followed by the sound of the door creaking again, sounding only just slightly off.

Whoever was here was far too comfortable in Myers domain.

-🐏/

@xxxlostinthefogxxx

(Hope i’m not bothering you:)) )

The Entity caused his senses to be heightened in her realm. He could sense a presence within the replica of Haddenfield. Following the presence, the stalker silently found the presence. It whistled, not a very quiet one is it? It crunched the leaves beneath its feet carelessly. Following at a good pace behind, Myers stalked the individual. The bloody kitchen knife in one hand as he followed until it opened the door attempting silence, though it failed miserably.

Walking up to door the individual just closed, he opened it with ease of a practiced stealth killer, slowly closing in on the prey that was afford to him. He was mere inches away as the kitchen knife raised, poised to strike

[xxxlostinthefogxxx]

Ram whips around, in the kitchen of one of the many houses. They quickly roll out of micheal’s reach, dropping their bag now full of kitchen ingredients and some blankets, they slowly back up, trying to keep a healthy distance between the two of them.

“Oh, fuck, I thought you were with [Dani].” they say his name in Dani’s voice, another quick long whistle after it, hands shaking “I would have never come here if i knew i’d disturb you promise.”

[theshapeofthefog]

The knife crashes down, missing its intended target. It may be loud but it sure was nimble. The knife raised half way up before dropping to his side yet again.

The sound of his beloved Dani came from tje individual's mouth. His Ghostface, were the ones he truly cared for. He stared at the individual. It confused him that was all he could do.

He deduced that it was a prank that Dani put them up to. The ache to kill them still remained in the back of his mind like a dog slowly gnawing on a bone.

He ignored it for now, not one to want to upset Dani or harm someone much like his Ghostface. He awaited the individual's response to the unasked question.