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imtooscaredforthis · 1 year

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter 23: Sighting

Mentions of: Stabbing, Injuries, Death, Conflicted Feelings, angst, etc.

A/N: …Here we go…The moment you’ve been waiting for

Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @mama-miya

As you and Bill worked on the machine, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. And that something was a person, and that person was chasing after Meg. “Uh Bill, who’s that?”

“It’s the Legion.” He muttered, swearing under his breath. “The Who?”

You asked cluelessly. “The Legion. They’re a group of teen punks who like to start shit. They’re one of the worst to go against in trial, just from how irritating they are.”

“Huh.” You murmured, glancing away from the figure that was chasing after Meg, that was now moving farther and farther away. Seems like it’s going to be a long trial.

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After hooking his first victim, Frank was off, searching for the next. He sprinted as fast as he could, feeling his heart race and the adrenaline rush.

Hearing the sound of a generator completed, he followed it, spotting two survivors in the distance. As he got closer and closer, he recognized them. It was that old man, Bill and….

You. It was You.

He found himself stopping, blood rushing to his head and making him groan in pain. But he didn’t care about that. All he could care about was the fact that you were standing right in front of him.

It felt like the whole world was crashing down on him. He stood there, frozen, taking you in.

By the time he realized that you and Bill noticed him, it was too late. You said something to him, and he pushed you away, making you run off while he did the same.

Had you recognized him? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. He was wearing a mask, and he was much different from the boy he once was. You don't know anything about him now. But there was a time where you knew him better than anyone, where you could pick him out in a crowd of hundreds of people, recognizing him just from his posture and mannerisms.

His body moved before him, and the next thing he knew, he was ignoring you, chasing down Bill instead. It was for the best. You were just a distraction, and he needed to focus.

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Frank didn’t see you again until you saved Dwight from second hook, reaching on your tiptoes and pulling him down. He went charging at you, but once again, he stopped himself, and went after Dwight.

But before he could, you ran in front of him, smacking a pallet down on his head. “Go after me, not him!”

You snapped at Frank, that same selfless and brave attitude shining through. You haven't changed at all, have you?

He did as you wished, chasing after you instead. You were lithe and quick on your feet, dodging his attacks with ease. But after a while, you started to grow tired from the chase, and he took advantage of his adrenaline to break out into a sprint.

He caught up with you, slicing your arm and making you cry out. That caused him to stop once again, memories of you flowing through his head.

All those times you smiled at him, those times you held him and kissed him…the times you were afraid and hurt. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain, yet here he was.

“(Y/n), I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”

Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He watched as you got away, grabbing your arm and running off. He needed this trial to be over as soon as possible.

And so, Frank worked fast, killing off all the other survivors, despite how hard they tried to fight back. Especially you, trying to save all your teammates, you gave him a really tough time and it was even worse because he knew he couldn’t hurt you. Because he knew who you truly were.

But he managed to get through it, and it was almost over. It was just you and him left on the trial grounds, all your other teammates sacrificed.

Now he just needed you to find hatch and get out of here. He wasn’t even trying at this point, walking the perimeter f the trial area, doing everything he could to avoid you.

But while he did that, he found Hatch. Reluctantly, he shut it. At least this will speed things up a little.

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Since you are relatively new, you still have trouble finding the exit gates, especially on trial grounds you were unfamiliar with. This was one of them.

You frantically looked around, hearing another gong from the timer. You were running out of time, and you felt like you were going in circles. God, you’re so stupid. What do you do?

Calming yourself, you managed to find it. But there was only one problem. The killer was standing right in front of it, waiting for you. He sliced at the lever with his knife, opening the gate.

This happened once before, with The Clown. For a moment, you thought he was showing some mercy and letting you go, but once you got close, he cut you down and hooked you, sacrificing you. That made you realize it was just his cruel way of punishment, hanging freedom right in front of you, and then tearing it away.

But this one seemed different. Every time he went after you, it was like he hesitated. Like he didn’t want to do it. But he also killed your teammates brutally, so you had no idea what he was going to do.

He motioned for you to walk over, and you hesitantly did as told, cautious and skittish. Just as you were about to walk past, he grabbed your arm, stopping you and making you jump and yelp.

You pushed him away, trying to run but stumbling over yourself, twisting your ankle and falling. You crawled away from him, groaning in pain, but he walked towards you, crouching above you.

This was it, the moment he was going to hurt you. The moment he was going to kill and sacrifice you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the pain, but to your surprise, it never came.

When you opened your eyes, he was holding your locket, caressing it softly. His head was tilted, almost as if he was examining it closely. He pushed it open, only to find that there was no picture inside. Then, he shut it, stepping away from you.

He pointed to the exit, gesturing for you to go. So, you did, escaping and leaving the killer all alone.

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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Beneath the Mask

What happens when a survivor finally s n a p s ?

Warnings: murder, mutilation of bodies, insanity, survivor considers themselves a god, carving words into bodies, I basically went wild with this. It’s also a tad unrealistic. Just a tad.

No longer could you stand being stuck with this sad, scared, pathetic survivors. You had never been able to connect with them, their hope was still alive and flowing through their veins. Their smell of false innocence made you sick… you wished to be free of their presence, away from their shit excuse of a leader; Dwight. He was nothing but a coward who would let his teammates die without thought. Of course, you would too, but you did not cower when in the presence of a killer. Lockers were for the weak. You longed to rid yourself of the so-called survivors.

You had begun to plot the survivors against eachother, relishing in their arguments and death as they fought to discover who had been ‘working’ with the killer. They didn’t know it was you, they never would. You doubt anyone even knew your name. You spent your time alone, listening to the harsh whispers of the entity as it invaded your ears. With each passing trial you felt the urge to snap grow… you wanted to deface every survivor and expose them for the fool they truly were. Nea, a murderer. Dwight, a liar. David, weak. These were the truths that needed to be revealed and your job was to reveal them.

The urges were strong, so strong they brought you great pain. Pain you dealt with and endured as you sat behind a tree, eavesdropping on a conversation between Jeff and Claudette. They seemed to trust eachother, which infuriated you but you needed to ignore your foolish emotions. Jeff, who was usually calm and collected, sounded fearful as he seeked for comfort from Claudette.

“I’m scared, Clau. I mean, I’ve had the killer lead to me game after game. I trust that it isn’t you, but I can’t figure out who it could be.” Jeff sighs, looking down at his feet. Claudette places her hand on his, squeezing it lightly. “It could be the entity. This isn’t the first time it’s made things difficult for us and it won’t be the last. I hate to see people fighting… even Kate is beginning to snap at people.” Upon hearing this news you cracked a smile, the first one in a long time. The hopeful songbird was becoming nothing but a sickly mockingbird, one that would soon perish… lost forever in the darkest depths of the realm and turned into a story for survivors to tell. A myth… a nobody. Just like Benedict, every survivor would be nothing but a note left behind for the new sacrifices to read.

Everything in this realm was upside down. Everyone lived a lie, their façade beginning to crack and show the true emotion within them. You lived for it. You had grown bored of Jeff and Claudette, finding their fear and hate to be irrelevant. Yes, every match survivors were dying within minutes. But it wasn’t the entity, it was you. How you did it was something only you would ever know, a secret to keep for eternity. You could see that the killers had begun to relax. Frank didn’t even use frenzy anymore. Danny would track you down and converse with you, prying for information that you would never give. Wesker was jealous of your power and you could tell. You had the entity wrapped around your finger… you were the true god of this realm and you knew it.

You wanted to devour those who stood in your way. You wanted to show their true faces. You wanted to sit at a campfire with killers, not with the prey. You wanted to be almighty. Your cold, dead eyes lit up at the thought of blood gushing down the bodies of the sacrifices… their face mutilated in order to expose what they hid. You wanted the self-appointed leader to see what he truly led before he suffered the same fate of his followers. The entity’s voice grew louder within your ears, and a soft smile grew on your face as an iridescent, blood engraved knife was put into your hand.

The entity wanted this. You were the messiah. They would worship you. The truth-bringer. A shiner of light. The knife felt light in your hand, though you knew it was heavy. Your body felt colder than usual, but other than that you felt nothing. No emotion. No pain. Nothing. You put your hands behind your back, concealing the knife as you stepped out from behind the tree, slowly making your way towards Jeff and Claudette. Instead of seeing their regular selves, you saw their pale, lifeless bodies, their dead eyes staring into you as blood trickled down them like tears. On their foreheads they had a word. On Jeffs: nobody. On Claudettes: coward. Their arms were broken, ragged bones sticking out with the word on their forehead carved into them.

“Yes…?” Claudette struggled to remember your name, and Jeff didn’t even bother to try helping her. You got as close as you could behind Jeff, who was looking over his shoulder at you, his brow raised. “Do you need something?” He asked kindly, though you could tell he was uncomfortable.

“Coward. Nobody.” You couldn’t recognize your voice. It had been so long since you had used it that it sounded unnatural. Claudette stood, visibly distressed but trying her best to be polite. “What? D-Did someone say that to you..? If so, t-t-they’re lying, I promise… Okay?” She approached you slowly, her hands shaking involuntarily. Jeff had stood as well, the log he had sat on a divider between you two.

“Listen… you’re starting to worry us. If someone said that to you then we’re sorry. You’re just very quiet and some don’t like that.” Jeff said, unable to meet your gaze. You nod slowly, turning your head to look at Claudette.

“He’s Ri-“ you cut her off as you revealed your knife, plunging it deep into Jeff’s chest and pulling it out with a sickening squelch. Claudette screamed, trying to run but your hand is quick to grab her arm, pulling her back with so much force that she went tumbling to the ground. She landed on Jeff’s legs, who laid in the dirt coughing up blood as it entered his lungs.

“No! No please! We didn’t do anything, PLEASE!” Claudette begs, tears streaming down her face as she scrambled backwards, fear leaving her completely vulnerable and unable to stand. She begged for mercy. For her life. Soon forgetting about the dying man laying only a few feet from her. “Please… You don’t know if we’ll come back.. Don’t do this!” You couldn’t help but laugh. You knew they wouldn’t return from this. And if they did? You’d kill them again and again, showing less mercy with each stab.

“You will not.” You promised, before stabbing the knife straight into Claudette’s head, easily penetrating her skull and burying your knife into her brain. She died almost instantly, her cries for help coming to a halt. But, you weren’t satisfied. The pair deserved to suffer for eternity with a constant reminder of who they really are. So, just as you had seen earlier, you remove your knife from Claudette’s head and begin carving the word ‘coward’ onto her forehead, wiping away the blood until the entity had dried it. You moved to her arms, breaking them with ease. You stabbed and broke until her humerus and radius were on full display, carving ‘coward’ into the bone.

You moved onto Jeff, who had died minutes ago. You carved ‘nobody’ into his forehead, breaking his arms and carved it onto the bone as well. You stood and took a step back, admiring your work. You were drenched in blood, bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking them clean. You left the scene, searching for the next group of unfortunate survivors.

It wasn’t long until bodies were scattered around you, each with their own special word carved onto their foreheads. You decided to use different bones, such as carving ‘weak’ on David’s femur. Dwight was sat in front of you, both legs broken, leaving him stuck with you and the bodies of those he called friends. His glasses were shattered, broken into pieces next to him. Tears streamed down his face, and he stared helplessly at Nea. You had Nea pinned to the ground with you knife deep in her back.

“Fuck you…” she spat out, yelling out in pain as you twisted the knife around. She had been difficult to catch, you’d give her that, but one thing Nea Karlsson can’t escape is you. You were unstoppable. Not even Chris, Leon, Jill, or even Carlos could bring you down. They had been dealt with ages ago, their corpses almost unrecognizable. Jill had almost stopped you. Almost. You knew she was strong, she’s lived her entire life fighting. But, you could feel the entity’s power coursing through your veins and knew that nothing and no-one could defeat you. Her fight ended when your blade was plunged deep into her neck, the tip of the blade having went the entire way through, bloody and exposed as Jill immediately went limp, falling to the ground; lifeless.

“You fought well, Valentine.” You kneel down and rip your knife out of her neck, blood spurting out of the wound. Instead of carving a word on her forehead, you rip the badge off of her waist belt, ripping it in half and letting the pieces fall onto her chest.

Dwight tries to escape by dragging himself with his arms, though he wasn’t able to get very far. The pain was unbearable, he was stuck on the ground writhing in pain. “Why are you doing this..?” Dwight asks weakly, earning a pained scoff from Nea. “I-I always knew you were a- a fraud..” Nea spits at you, wheezing as another gush of blood seeped through her wound. She continued to insult you as best as she could, Dwight’s quiet sobs begging you to let him go. But, you heard none of it. Only one thing was on your mind.

Fraud.

Nea Karlsson called you a fraud.

You. Were. Not. A. Fraud.

Overtaken by anger, you rip the knife out of her back and began stabbing it into her back, again and again until Nea’s screams were no more. You were covered in her blood, licking off what was on the blade. Dwight let out a sob, only able to watch you murder the last survivor he had left. He was alone. He was scared. He was going to die. You toss Nea’s body aside, making your way over to Dwight. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you. His eyes were red and swollen, and the cut on his cheek bled profusely.

“What a pathetic leader..” Your words were laced with venom, your nails digging into Dwight’s chin. “If only you could have lead them properly.” Dwight was too stunned to speak. You pressed down on his leg, evoking a scream and a weak sob from Dwight. “I will show them all who you truly are.” Dwight’s eyes screwed shut when you tried to show him your bloody knife, his lip quivering as he mutters a quiet, begging “Please…”

“Goodbye, Fairfield.”

The bloodcurdling scream from Dwight echoed through the lifeless forest as your blade was dug deep into Dwight’s eyelid. You began to carve out his eye. His screams were music to your ears. You were exposing him for the man he really was. You sliced through the optic nerve of his eye, Dwight’s screams having faded as he fell unconscious. If carving out his eyes didn’t kill him, bleeding out would. You rip the eye out, turning it upside down and slicing a deep hole in his cheek, burying the eye inside until all that was exposed was the white of his eye and the pupils which had once been full of life. You repeat this process with the other eye, moving onto his mouth.

It was difficult avoiding his jaw and teeth, but you successfully carved out his lips, slicing away whatever skin and muscle that hadn’t already been cut away. Dwight was dead, his face wasn’t even recognizable anymore, the only part of him that would give him away is the bloody, loose tie. You cut into his forehead, flipping the mouth upside down and digging it into the wound on his forehead. Content with your work, you drag Dwight’s body to a tree, leaning him against it and giving his blood drenched head a pat.

You step back, admiring your work. The lifeless eyes of the survivors staring into yours. You felt nothing. You had saved them from themselves. You were ready for the killers side, they’d understand you there. They showed themselves as who they are, and not the face they put on out of fear. Your legs carry you away from the campfire, you look over your shoulder and your eyes meet with Dwight’s. Just as you had imagined… you saw what you had always wanted to see:

You saw beneath the mask.

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Alright! I wanted to have this out yesterday but I got a surprise visit from family. I’m more proud of this than I expected to be. I’m at a loss of ideas for what to write next (which is a pain in the ass lol) but I’m sure something will hit me at 3:00am while I’m scrolling through tumblr (requests are always appreciated as well!). Hope you enjoy, love ya!

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