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“I… I don’t know,” he snorted, shaking his head. “You seemed to be so excited about taking your shirt off that I couldn’t stop you–and you seem to be excited to get rid of mine too?” he widened his eyes as David almost ripped the cloth from him. He’d tried to avoid doing that but there wasn’t really a point on hiding when everyone already knew what you looked like.

Dwight lowered his gaze to the wound and it did look bad, but it was part of their everyday life now so he was used to the sight -he’d never get used to how painful it was, though. “It’s okay, you can do it yourself. You won’t get as skilled as Claudette if you don’t practice, right?” he asked, looking back at him into his eyes, dark brown, that always seemed to look angry but he knew better.

He had to fight the need to put his hand on David’s cheek, catching himself with his hand lifted. Instead, he put it on his shoulder and closed his eyes for a moment, summoning a medkit from the bloodweb that would have the materials for him to patch him up to hand it to him. “I think this is enough. We have to save resources.”

David felt bad about being so eager to show off. He should have cared for Dwight sooner. Oh, that might have been the reason why Bill wanted to stab him with his eyes. Damn, he should have paid more attention. “Sorry Dwight, I...” he didn’t really knew what to say until the other summoned his medkit.

“Ey, I could have done that too.” besides he still had some in stash. Usually he brought the stuff he found in the trials back to the fire. Medkits were more useful for others than for himself since he mostly did not care about his own health during a trial. Besides he was too jagged up to patch anyone up when they were hunted by a Killer. The scrapper was not good on concentrating on stuff like that when there was one of the monsters around. Not that he was too nervous, he simply wasn’t the best on filigree work. His hands were too big for the small needles and constantly looking up to see if a Killer was around usually ended with him loosing the thread, the needle itself or stabbing someone.

“Alright, lets see.” David muttered when Dwight gave him the medkit. First he used the antiseptic stuff to clean the wound. “This might burn, but I guess I don’t have to tell you that.” he said, quickly looking up, then looking back down. He was as careful as he could be, just slightly dipping the edge of the wound with the cotton pad. 

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW  

BASICS  !

NAME: David King NICKNAME(s): The King, Dave AGE: 32 SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY: Chaotic Neutral RELIGION: Atheist SINS:  Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Lust / Pride / Envy / Wrath VIRTUES:  Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice / Loyalty KNOWN LANGUAGES: English

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD:  Scrawny / Bony / Slender / Fit / Athletic / Curvy / Herculean / Pudgy / Average / Old HEIGHT:   6'5ft SCARS / BIRTHMARKS:  A variety of scars from past brawls. Some inflicted with knives or other sharp objects. Most notably ones are the one on his nose, over his eye and lip. They were all close calls. ABILITIES  / POWERS:  Davis is really strong and fast, sturdy and enduring. He is also very  smart and come up with plans (however sticking to those plans is his weakness)

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FOOD: Pasta, all kinds of it DRINK:  Ginger Ale PIZZA TOPPING: sausages COLOR: blue MUSIC GENRE: Rock and Pop BOOK GENRE:  He is not a book worm MOVIE GENRE: Action CURSE WORD:  bloody hell, cunt SCENTS: Pine Needles

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“Well, I do care,” he whispered again, keeping his hand on his shoulder to lean his face against his cheek and his weight into David. That was certainly a more comfortable way to check on him. ‘Check’. More like feel him and actually see his back from close. Maybe a bold statement? Whatever. There was nothing that could stop him from saying that he did mind it. It kind of made him feel jealous.

The way he showed off so often to him was frustrating. He was right there, flexing, and he was supposed to keep to himself? Or wasn’t he? “Front row tickets to the gun show,” he snorted, then moved back after looking for a moment. “Everything in check. Now please, help me with the one on my side… it’s beginning to be painful,” he laughed softly, a bit nervous.

Compared to David, Dwight found himself to look kind of pathetic. They were pretty much opposites, so when he undid his tie so it wouldn’t get in the middle and unbuttoned his shirt he couldn’t help but feel ridiculous. Most likely the reason why he didn’t fully take his shirt off, just so no one else would be able to see him. “Gonna have to change my shirt later.”

When Dwight actually showed affection, David tensed a little up. He wasn’t used to this, at least not from Guys. Though he didn’t move or push him away. Like he said, it didn’t matter what others thought of him and if they had a problem with him they could use their fists to enforce their arguments, see how long they could stand up to him.

“Bloody Hell, why didn’t you say something earlier?” He completely had forgotten the wound inflicted on Dwight. But it was partly Dwights fault, he could have just mentioned it sooner. “Lemme see.” the muscular man said and ‘helped’ his friend out of his shirt, more like almost ripping the cloth from his body.

“Looks nasty, mate.” he muttered while he took a look at the wound and scolded himself in his mind why he didn’t pay attention to this. “I might not be Claudette but I know my part of sewing wounds. But I can get her if you want, she might be more gentle than me.” David said and looked up into Dwights eyes. He had such cute button eyes. Or deer eyes.

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“I do, and judging by the reaction of everyone I’ve met, them too,” he rolled his eyes. It took him a moment to realize it might have been some kind of compliment, but he decided to play it off in fear of having taken it the wrong way. Ugh. Emotions. If only it was something you could rip out of yourself.

Dwight slapped David’s arm when he was the one rolling his eyes now. Maybe he should have expected that reaction from him, but even if the slap was joking it was a small ‘don’t belittle’ kind of slap.

If only his mind didn’t pretty much go blank when he saw David taking his jacket and shirt off, looking down at his torso and taking a deep breath to control himself. Don’t touch if it isn’t necessary. Don’t be creepy. 

Taking a good look at him, just ‘to make sure he was alright’, he put his hand on his shoulder to peek on the other side and when he was close enough he whispered. “So, how many looking at you now?” he snorted. Come on, who would pass on an opportunity to look at him without a shirt on?

David shot him a little, disappointed look but didn’t say much more, if Dwight couldn’t take a compliment, the scrapper wasn’t obligated to shove it down his throat. Though it annoyed him that the smaller man didn’t catch onto it. How was he supposed to be nice when Dwight didn’t understand when he tried to be?

Right now only Meg and Kate where looking and giggling, the others were pretty much busy with their own conversations and stuff they used to do around the fire. “Ask me if I care.” David said shrugging. It wasn’t like he didn’t want the attention from everyone but right now he had all the attention he wanted from Dwight so he didn’t need masses of fangirls. Oh yeah and the old man was staring but the former Rugby player knew that this didn’t have anything to do with his body but rather with Dwight.

“Well? Everything alright back there?” he asked while Dwight was examining his back. David started flexing his muscles subtly, yes he was a show off and yes he knew Dwight would appreciate the show, so why not?

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Dwight knew sacrifices needed to be made, which didn’t mean it had to be their sacrifice. Now that was something he needed to learn: letting go. Knowing when it was worth it to help someone and when it wasn’t going to be useful. When it was about himself he had it easy to make sure others would remain calm but when he was at the safe side he found it nearly impossible and only because of fear of being a failure again.

Poor David would need to have his breakdown on his own since the other two survivors were ready to help Bill. Luckily enough for them, the new killer seemed to be too eager to go back to hunting them to stay anywhere near Bill.

“Come on,” Dwight whispered to Claudette, taking her hand and pushing her in front of him to make sure the Huntress couldn’t throw hatchets at them. Good thing there were walls around them so they could take care of everything calmly, so they got to unhook Bill and Claudette quickly covered the wound so the bleeding would stop some even if he wasn’t healed yet; but the hums of the Huntress were back after just a moment.

“…we can’t stay, Claudette,” he said, giving her a knowing look. She nodded and took Bill’s arm with both hands, trying to coax him to walk away with her. “You’ve already been hooked, let me take care of this.”

He didn’t allow Bill to reply to him before taking off since he didn’t know whether he would agree to it or not, but it was better for him to try to take the killer away since he was okay and he hadn’t been hanging from the hook yet and surprisingly enough, when he found the Huntress and had to run away from her and avoid her hatchets, he did a good job; managing to hide from her with just a couple of scratches of hatchets grazing his skin and the little branches of the bushes.

Good.

Dwight allowed himself to sit down and take a breath, trying to catch his breath with loud gasps. He’d never been athletic and he never would if his body went back to beeing the same way it was before he ended up in there.

Wait. Was that David over there? He could always go and check out what he was up to.

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Meanwhile, Claudette had tried to take Bill away -and if he’d tried to stop Dwight, she would have held him stronger to try to make him stay still. But Bill had more brains than that, or at least that was what she thought.

“Stay still,” she said in her usual soothing tone, asking for him to take the jacket off so at least she’d be able to patch him up only above his shirt unless he lifted his shirt for a proper heal, of course. She used her knowledge on the plants around and the ones she’d grabbed around the campfire to make sure the wound wouldn’t get infected and it would stop bleeding faster.

“…what should we do?” She wasn’t really one to take initiative so she trusted Bill to help her out. 

To everyones luck, Bill was smarter than running around injured, endangering not only himself but also his team. He was better than that. So without protest, he let Claudette drag him away “Take care, son!” he whisper-shouted after Dwight. That was the only thing he could do for him right now, before he turned around and followed Claudette, to get the hole in his shoulder fixed. Blood was running down his chest and back. God damn how he hated that feel of that sticky, warm wetness that was soaking through his clothes.

Of course the Soldier complied to Claudettes request, even thought he wanted with every inch of his being to help Dwight. Though he knew, the quicker he got healed, the faster he was back in action. “What we do is what we always do, we fix the Generators and avoid that beefy Bunny as much as we can.” that’s all they could do. They didn’t hear Dwights Cry of pain yet, so they had to assume he either got away or was still able to entertain her.

A quick look up told Bill that there was a Generator close to them. “Alright kid, are you ready to do this?” he asked Claudette while he was slipping back into his shirt and jacket after she finished healing him.

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David was just sulking for a few more minutes, until he got his head clear enough to function again. It was clear that he couldn’t take this monster head on, but he had no clue what else to do, it was clear that he couldn’t just walk out of here, he had seen the walls. Thought he would love to see what would happen if he tried climbing over them. Yeah, he would try that. The feeling that he would just end inside again on the other side of the map grew in his gut, just like how he tried to get away from the Campfire and ended walking towards it again. Still, he wanted to try nonetheless, maybe he was lucky and ended outside.

Just as he got up from his spot on the ground, he saw Dwight over there between the trees. For a moment he thought about just turning around and going but then again, this guy seemed to know his way around here. So he decided, against his better judgment of course, to go over to the four-eyes.

“Hey.” he said quietly, at least he knew now to keep his voice down. “Is she somewhere around?” David couldn’t hear her humming but it could be that she just had stopped, right? It was not that he had to emit this terrible song all the time, that would be exhausting.

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David: I’ve learned some very valuable lessons.

Quentin: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

David: death isnt real and I’m basically god.

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“I’m not like you, David. If they’re going to look at someone, they’re going to look at eye candy,” he snorted. Yes, he’d just called him eye candy, but wasn’t it just… an observation made about true statements? Yeah, he could hide behind that if David was to reprimand him about it.

He’d noticed that stare from Bill though. He hated it that they didn’t seem to get along, why couldn’t they? His pa just had to be more understanding, more patient… and David just had to be a bit nicer. Or at least not try to pick fights often. “…Bill is a great ally. And person. You should consider trying to get along with him,” he sighed, putting his hand on his forearm to try to get his attention again. He craved to have his full attention at that moment. Please, others didn’t matter at that moment.

“You’re right, that was just stupid to think of. But it reminds me that I kind of need help to get patched up. Any wounds I should take care of on you?” It made him feel terrible that he kind of wanted him to have some kind of wound on him. Hell, he was feeling so needy and all because of him. Even if it was just a scrape. 

“Who says you aren’t eye candy too?” the scrapper muttered but tried to play it cool. He liked the way how Dwight looked. He was just normal, average and that was pleasant to the eye. At least for David. He didn’t like guys that were fat or overly beefy. Yes he was beefy himself, if he wanted to see that he would look into a mirror.

Bill and David got a long, in a way. They knew they could rely on the other to have their back when shit got downhill and they would never really fight or hurt the other. It was just that the old man didn’t trust David with his son. And he made a point of it to show this very clearly to David, who, on the other hand, played the innocent. “Yeah yeah, I know he is a war hero and a decent guy bla bla bla.” the Scrapper rolled his eyes. He didn’t get why Dwight liked the old codger so much. Maybe he was a bit jealous that the two got along so well.

“I don’t think I’m hurt.” David said, but was already in the process of removing his jacket “But you can check, just to be sure.” he added while he slipped out of his shirt. He knew perfectly well that there wasn’t a scratch on him, but somehow he liked the attention that Dwight gave him and it would be stupid to not to take up an offer like this. It was a bit cold but the fire provided enough heat to keep him from freezing and getting goosebumps all over his body, that would have been embarrassing.

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“More torn and dirty than it already is?” he jokingly rolled his eyes, then nodded. Using something else than his clothes was probably the best choice. Not really having anything else to say, Dwight remained quiet and rested against him until they reached the campfire, thanking him when he put him down on one of the logs to sit together.

Others staring? Didn’t matter. To him, there was like a bubble where only the two of them were in and anything outside of it didn’t matter that much at that moment. Maybe he was staring for too long, so he sat comfortably with one of his legs stretched and leaned one of his elbows against his knee to look at the campfire.

“Oh, and… thank you for also saving me. I wouldn’t have liked to get my head smashed with an axe again. Do you think that if a masochist was to join us, they’d enjoy all of this?” Here came Big Brained™ Dwight again, asking the real questions of the fog. “Makes me wish I was one too if they found this enjoyable.”

“Yeah, more than that. I mean as much as I enjoy you running around half naked, I don’t want anyone staring at you.” David said a little annoyed. Did he really just say that? Did he know what he said? What that meant? Maybe he did but if so, the scrapper didn’t show it. Like he care if Dwight lost his shirt, yeah, definitely not.

He never cared about the others, that’s why he didn’t care about the stares they gave them. Just for a moment he crossed Bills eyes, the man was staring so intensely at him that he got a spine chill. This old man made him uncomfortable in a way he didn’t know was possible.

But his attention was drawn again to Dwight who started speaking again. “Don’t mention it.” he just muttered but felt kind of flattered that Dwight thanked him. It was nice to hear that from him. Then the man brought his eyebrows together “Maybe they would enjoy this but .. who the hell would be that fucked up?” In some way David was a masochist too, he enjoyed a good brawl and getting punched but that was something entirely different to getting your skull split in a half by an Ax or get sawed in a half by a chainsaw. No he really didn’t like that and by the mere memory of it, his back started to hurt.

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bloodied  knuckles | tear stained cheeks  | rust | a  busted  lip | claws | fangs | a  bloody nose |  chattering  teeth |  a  dark  space  underneath  the  bed  | scratching on the walls | creaking metal  |  fog | dancing  under moonlight |  blood dripping lips |  heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner |  dirty peeling wallpaper | a  bloody handprint on the wall |  sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie  whispers  |  a  hood  covering  a  stranger’s  eyes  | the  growl  of  a  hidden  animal |  the sound of a blade being sharpened |  a deep, dark forest |  walking  on  the  streets  alone at  night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building |  eyes darting in paranoia |  a heavy-beating pulse  |  the  feeling  of  being  trapped | struggling  to  get  out  a  scream |  boards covering broken windows  | a  quiet  graveyard |  a  gas  station  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  | a  road  that never  ends  |  heavy  fog  rolling  in  | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs  | walking  along train  tracks  at  night |  a  chill  going  up  the  spine | gathering  crows |  a dusty, dimly-lit study  |  mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | ghost  towns | shadows  around  a  campfire | the  sound  of  chanting  |  church  bells  tolling |  an  orange  harvest  moon  | a  broken - down  carnival  | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned |  wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy  lightning  storms |  a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma | a  ouija  board  set  out  on  a  table |  an  eerie  doll  |  a scream of anguish and pain |  withered  plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl  eyes  in  the dark | curled, dead  tree  branches | a  ritual  altar | flickering candles |  a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed  | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano  keys | an  old  book  covered  in  dust | many  pairs of  glaring eyes | stumbling  in  pitch - black  darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere  | tarot  cards  on  a  table |  a trail of blood

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Taken by surprise, Spirit’s flames disappeared from her hands. “I’m sorry Bill. I just wanted to test something out. I’ll stop doing it.” She told the soldier. If he would believe her was another thing. But she now knew that she was watched, a wrong move and she would get punished. She didn’t even try to smile at the man, she had no reason to smile.

For a moment she could have sworn her heart stopped. And she started to hear the whispers again. Telling Spirit about the punishment that she would receive when she dared to enter the lair of the Entity ever again. Was she getting punished for not pulling through with killing David or because she told the Huntress off? She didn’t dare to ask but she thought that she now was a killer hiding with the people that she was supposed to kill.

“Hey Bill, are Dwight and David going to be okay?” Spirit asked, trying to talk to him. She didn’t want to be alone and Bill was the one she was closed too. Well before this happened. Maybe the time they spent together still meant something to him. “I understand that if you want to answer.” the woman added before folding her arms on her knees and putting her head into them.

“Also could you ask David something for me?” Spirit said, not lifting her head. “Would he be willing to talk to me? You know to sort things out, maybe have a new start.”

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There was no other way to react to what she had done. Dwight could understand his anger, he was angry himself too, but he’d never had to deal with a situation like that. There was still so much he had to learn from Bill that he decided to just leave it up to him at that moment not to fuck it all up more than it was. At least Spirit seemed to have become submissive afterwards.

“…I have no clue,” he whispered, looking at the two in the distance before looking at David. He then observed his body to see how Claudette had taken care of him. “…that looks like it hurts. It’s like getting burnt on the boiler room but all over the body.” Dwight sighed and set his gaze back on the other two. “I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner. How did you even get in such trouble?”

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It wasn’t easy for Bill to forgive and forget but he really tried to. On the other Hand Spirit hadn’t been honest with them, what if she wasn’t honest now? He had trusted her so fast, so carelessly and she just broke that trust and kicked it with her feet. Now he just felt like the old fool he was. If he would have been more suspicious, if he has been more careful, Dwight and David probably wouldn’t have to get hurt.

“They are alive, if you mean that.” Bill said coldly but then nodded “I’ll tell them but no promises. You really fucked up, kid.” he muttered and turned around to get back to David and Dwight.

“Yeah, hurts like a bitch.” David groaned but he wasn’t one to mither so he just sucked it up and kept quiet about the pain until someone asked. He was no wussy who would wail like a banshee. As of why he get into such trouble he liked to keep quiet too. “Let’s say I couldn’t keep my bloody mouth shut.” he growled and wanted to be done with that topic.

Fortunately, Bill arrived and change it for him. “Hey son, Spirit wants t’ talk to ya.” he said and almost instantly David yelled “Fat Chances!” Like hell he would talk to her now. Maybe later. But definitely not yet, he was still too riled up and David knew how hot headed he could be and that would probably make it only worse.

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Claudette: Is there a reason you keep coming back injured when I leave you for five seconds, or is it-

David: Don't flatter yourself. I'm always getting injured when you're not around, too.

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I’m the hardest person to love. I’m combative. And defensive. And insecure. But I’m also fiercely loyal. And if you stay, I will protect you before I ever think to protect myself.

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                           — If you ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴇ.