#tpof machete

[alemonyoyo]

Some SP Creator Interviews As BTD/TPOF Characters:

Love these guys

[reinbou-creator]

there will be no translation, there is too much swearing:D

Please note, everything was created as a joke, don't take me seriously :_<

I love all the characters

[liplinerloser]

Hello!

Увидела, что ваши запросы открыты и я решила оставить свой!

Можно мне Мейсона, Дерека с f!reader, которая оказалась хитрее них?

Она одерживает над ними победу, но не решает их убить, потому что "просто быстро убить вас было бы слишком гуманно"

Hey pookies, no I’m not dead, I’m making my annual come back

I liked how these sort of came out so I might write them as little fics, or the after maths of them since part of the request is you don’t actually kill them

Started this a year ago 💀💀💀 hope I didn’t butcher the translation!

Minors dni!

Mason + Derek with an F!reader, who out smarts them

Derek

It’s not difficult to imagine someone being able to outsmart him, he’s so full of himself he doesn’t even think of it as a possibility. With his inflated ego all it took was some fake submission and a few fulfilled requests until he was lulled into a false sense of security. He would believe you were primal, like a scared animal, what he expected with the other captives. But you had a plan.

From your few rough encounters with Derek you knew he wouldn’t ever let you off lightly if he caught you lacking, the sore sting of your tongue against the roof of your mouth reminded you of that.

You were practically defenceless, and to make matters worse you were sure the water supply was tainted, meaning you were thirsty, hungry and afraid.

You clocked Komodo and Dragon performing some weird ritual, but after gauging the level of threat you ruled them out. Unless you stepped into their territory it’s likely they wouldn’t be an issue; you were tempted to attack them when you noticed the knife they used on their victims, just big enough to do some damage but small enough to hide on your person. You stashed the idea and moved on.

If you had survived long enough to withstand the heat of the desert and the pangs of grinding hunger you had definitely encountered jack. Despite him being the most threatening he was ironically one of the most benevolent of the group. You’d remembered how he’d caught you and forced you into certain activities, and rewarded you as such. This was a possible opening

carefully, you stalked the desert, being sure to duck in the cover of the sand if you heard the familiar rumble of the quad. You reached the place where you had initially encountered jack, ducked your head, and silently peered out over the Sandy terrain. It was only a matter of time before he made his rounds.

And so he did, you caught him with his captive, mid fight no doubt. She thrashed wildly in his grasp, landing a few hits from the steady stream of blood under the mask.

You respected her courage in the situation, especially when you saw her knock jack to the ground and lunge for his weapon. You saw your opening.

Practically diving before she could grip the knuckle duster hilt of the knife, you tackled her, in her state of shock she thrashed rather than attacking you. It was clear she recognised you.

Before you could register the betrayal in her eyes you pushed the knife into the soft flesh beneath her jaw. She writhed, warm blood pulsing out in a clean stream. Your eyes were wide, jaw ajar, completely forgetting about him.

You were pulled out of your trance by a rumbling laughter. He had pulled himself off the floor and loomed over you.

“You batting for the other team now? Don’t think the others would be best pleased hm”, he had a shit eating grin plastered over his now unmasked face. You braced for impact, nothing came.

You were the one who held the knife, the power dynamic had shifted and he knew it too. Even if he managed to pry the knife out of your hands and beat you limp, you wouldn’t die without a fight. He’d seen first hand how you were willing to fuck someone up just to survive. His arrogance and pride wouldn’t allow him to be seen at the camp bruised and battered at the hands of a captive.

Jack let out a grunt, holding his hands up defeatedly. Everyone had a price, and he was willing to pay yours to live, or At least until he could kill you when you weren’t looking. You took advantage of this, pointing the knife at his throat as you explained your situation with Derek.

You could’ve swore you saw his head nodding almost with understanding? Maybe Derek was just an asshole to everyone. You told him you wanted him dead, at that his eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn’t quite pick out.

you heard him sigh with frustration, he promised to help you, he clarified just one thing.

“You can do what you want to the little shit, cut him into little cubes, wear him like a jacket for all I care. But you can’t kill him. Fuck him up real good, then meet me at camp. I’ll get you out of here”

It’s not unbelievable to assume you didn’t trust him at all, you had a feeling this choice would come back to you later

He offered you the knife you’d killed the other captive with, you grimaced as you took it, but understood it was the only way out.

You waited until it was darker, the desert had cooled. Taking the knife and reaching behind you, you made a jagged slash along your shoulders and back. As you did, deliberately screaming, listening to the hollow echoes of your voice around the desert.

The other 3 captors were nowhere to be seen, same with the other captives. Apart from 1, that familiar grinding noise of the quad approaching you. Your stomach churned as you quickly hid the knife in the waist band of your shorts.

Lying on the floor, seething with pain, he approached you curiously. Upon seeing the wound he bared his teeth like a dog.

“Who the fuck did this to you. I paid good money for you. and you let someone else touch you, dirty bitch.”, his nose scrunched in disgust.

There was no concern or empathy, as you had to remind yourself he was barely human, barely feeling in terms of emotion. You were not a conscious being to him, instead a mere chew toy to satisfy his urges. The piñata he got all his frustration out on before he had to wear the mask of a functional person back home, and for his father

“Might as well make good use one last time. And I’m a nice guy, so I’ll let you pick which hole.”, blinking away tears, you pitifully pointed to your mouth, Playing off the sad character you had created for yourself

Positioning yourself on your knees, looking through your lashes with teary eyes, you found yourself smiling, before reaching for his belt and getting to work. You had to make sure you were good for him, just this once.

Using both your hands and tongue, you pawed and kneaded at him needily, drinking him, much to his pleasure. The original grip he had on your hair had loosened as he leaned into your touch desperately. Derek felt so secure in his position of power, felt he had broke you, but you waited for this.

He twitched, gritting his teeth. He was almost there, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of finishing. With his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, you stretched a free hand behind you, gripping the knife that you’d hidden.

Quicker than he could process, you pushed the knife so deep into the flesh of his thigh that you were sure you hit bone. Before he could grab you as a reflex, you lay on your back, using one leg to kick at the fresh wound, and the other to stop him from hobbling towards you

“You fucking bitch. You fucking stupid cunt, you’re nothing, if you kill me you still can’t leave here, don’t you fucking get that?!”, you cringed at his temper tantrum.

The pain was too much for him, he fell to the floor, gritting his teeth and writhing in agony. You knew in this state he wouldn’t get far, and eventually he would pass out from blood loss, so you decided against stabbing him again (as much as you wanted the satisfaction)

“You need me. You can’t leave me here, do you even know who I am?!”

After all the pain he had caused you, to see him so vulnerable, crying like a spoiled child, it gave you back a little bit of dignity that he had stripped you of.

“Please. Please, fuck, please. You don’t have to do this, I can get you anything you want, literally anything. Don’t leave me here.” , all you could think was how pathetic he was to resort to begging.

There was more Babbling, in between the tears and choked sobs. Something about his urges, how it wasn’t personally against you and he just wanted to feel normal. You couldn’t help but audibly scoff, after everything he had put you through, he’s sorry cause it “wasn’t personal”, or he “wanted normalcy”. You were shaking from anger.

You decided against killing him, not only because of the offer with jack, but because any death you could afford him would be too generous and humane.

God knows he doesn’t deserve that. He wasn’t worth your effort, you just wanted to go home.

You thought you saw a white mask stalking in the Distance. Fearing one of the others, gripping your knife you moved quickly in the direction of the camp.

As expected jack was waiting for you, cigarette lit between his calloused fingers.

He blinked almost in surprise that you'd survived, but Moreso acknowledgment for your existence. Holding out a cup of ambiguous liquid, you assumed out of good will, you silently drank together.

that was the last thing you remembered before knocking out.

in homeless fashion, you'd woke up on a random park bench in a familiar town that once your eyes adjusted you presumed to be your own.

you finally let out a sigh of relief as you let your feet drag across the pavement in the direction of your home. Your reality had shifted, becoming more aware of peoples lingering glances, their facial reaction towards you. You couldn’t help but feel ruined.

A fresh shower eased your tense muscles, washing away your guilt (temporarily), you let your fingers trace over the scars and bruises that littered your skin. they would fade. it was over. you finally let yourself feel vulnerable

But you should never be vulnerable, especially since you fucked with a Goffard.

Mason

To survive Mason you had to be much more calculated than you did with Derek. Mason didn’t need to be cocky, he knew his way around that Forest more than you ever would, he was quick and quiet.

You had learned a few things just from your first day. Mason made rounds, he didn’t stick to one place, which meant that you couldn’t stick to one place either. Due to the Forrest shape and the pattern of his movements it was more difficult for him to corner you, which was in your favour.

Another thing was the Forrest was cold as a motherfucker, and sleeping was near impossible without the comfort of a fire to warm you. At first you thought the supplies to light the fire were a trick, trying to weed you out, surely he would be able to see the smoke rising from the tree tops and catch you?

But nights were also safe, gave you enough time to patch yourself up, rest, or set up for the next day. You’d figured out on the night he rested in a log cabin, which gave you some peace of mind knowing he wouldn’t be prowling

Mason was a man of his word, if you survived him he would let you go of no consequence, which could not apply to others. The issue was finding a way around a man that was so obviously a skilled hunter

First you thought about the Snares, having nearly been caught in one, you thought you could possibly use one to your advantage. That was ruled out when animals kept getting stuck in them, your guilty conscience forced you to leap to save them

You had seen a bear trap before, cunningly hidden under dry foliage, you’d spotted it and avoided it, maybe you could move it into his pathway? By this point you had his moves tracked to a T, so you could predict where he would be moving next.

Your chest swelled with pride, and a mixture of anxiety, as you tried to replicate the deceptive placement of the trap he had originally set, covered in leaves, twigs and shrubbery.

To seal the deal and ensure he actually came you let a raw scream rip through your throat, you knew it wasn’t an issue for him to find where the scream could come from, the man could practically echolocate.

Your eyes darted around the open Forrest, realising you had nowhere to hide and had given up your location. Staring up a tree near the bear trap, you sighed.

Making sure to climb promptly up the tree while leaving no trace proved a challenge, the longer you waited the more you hallucinated the sounds of twigs snapping beneath thick leather boots. Once you were up, securely hidden by the dense leaves, you dared to peer down

It had taken him a matter of 15 minutes to find you, just from a scream. Either he sprinted or he was in an area nearby, both options scared you. The familiar green of his tartan print shirt made you lurch with fear

Biting your lip, you watching him along the pathway edge closer and closer to the trap, you had granted yourself the feeling of freedom prematurely, assuming it would work.

Furrowing your brows, you were confused when he stopped a pace away from the trap. You felt your skin crawl hearing a deep resonating laughter erupt from him, a laughter that felt patronising

He had seen it. And he was amused? Instead of stepping onto it or around it, he instead picked up a large stick, and used it to trigger the trap with a gut wrenching snap. That could’ve been you, ideally it should’ve been him.

It was a premature plan, not very well thought out, it would take more to take him out, especially considering his size, he was easily twice yours, if not in height but the sheer weight and strength of him. You did have a lingering feeling that you should keep an eye out for the repurposed bear trap, that could come in handy.

The next step on the failing agenda was to explore the one place you really really didn’t want to. His Cabin. By default you assumed it was locked so before you even considered actually going you thought about methods to get in, he hadn’t seen you by that area, so maybe he would accidentally leave the door unlocked??

Yeah fat chance. Surely you had to take advantage of how quick he seemed to be when he heard you in the area with the bear trap, it’s almost as if he dropped everything to find you, you wanted to test this theory.

You knew there was a lake nearby, and decided to try your chances at fishing, not really for the whole nutritional value of the fish but another idea. It was a forest right? A densely packed, environmentally diverse forest, you had seen foxes, rabbits, deer, so it was only right to assume there must be bears, especially with a stream so close by.

Waiting until night fall again, you wondered how long it would take before he grew tired of exclusively searching for you during the day. You made your way over to the stream, you’d seen something about catching fish with your hands on some tv show and didn’t really think much of it when you saw it. Maybe you should’ve paid attention.

After a few tries of Emulating a really terrible Bear Grylls technique you resorted to a stick, rolling up your trousers and standing in the freezing water very still, seeing an unfortunate victim swim towards you, you plunged your stick into it.

You could worry about feeling guilty later, when you were safe. Making your way over to a snare you knew he set up before, one that you’d narrowly avoided, you placed the fish very close to it. Making sure to remove the head so it’s stench was stronger.

Practically sprinting, you made your way back to the hiding place near his cabin. It would take a while for a Bear to go near the snare, and it was almost morning, so he’d surely he would be up and out. You hoped he would confuse the bear for you just long enough.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, you were practically becoming delirious from hunger, and the cold had finally started nipping away at your fingers and nose. Alongside that you were drained, forcing yourself to stay awake, you didn’t want to be caught at the last lap.

He finally came. Striding out with an air of confidence, gruff harsh footsteps crunching against the earth. Further into the distance, the familiar sound of the snare, and the shake of the trees. The deer weren’t heavy enough to do that, he thought he had finally won.

Overcome with hubris, he slammed the door of the cabin shut, gripping his knife. You noted he didn’t lock it. Even mass murderers make mistakes.

There was your chance, quietly crawling up the steps, you made your way in. Anxiety ripped at your insides as you searched, conveniently you had found that handy bear trap, and a few other interesting bits too. You didn’t like the guy but you were always curious to learn about someone.

No technology, but a map? Upon studying it a little closer you noticed the area with a pin in it was where you were, seeing the familiar curves of the stream on its hand drawn surface. Another place fairly close by was circled, you wondered if that would be useful later.

Placing the bear trap in front of the door was the first thought, but that was too easy, he would surely notice it, and even if it caught just a leg he seemed rough enough to pull it off and lunge for you. That wouldn’t work out for you.

You noticed a stool, dragged it to the gap behind the door for when it would swing open upon his entry, then stood on it with the bear trap positioned away from your body.

Mason was pissed to say the least. Not only was it not you in the snare, but a large angry fucking bear. it took a few hacks at it to get it to die, it almost got a few hits on him too, but Sandy never let him down.

His heavy footsteps left imprints in the soft dirt as he made his way back to the cabin, realising his previous mistake. You were a frightened animal, he doubted you’d be brave enough to go to the one enclosed space he stayed in the most.

Nothing seemed off when he came back, everything as it was. But he wasn’t just going to lock the door, being paranoid kept him alive, so he would quickly check and be on his way.

With his same air of confidence, Mason strides into the cramped cabin, upon first glance it seemed nothing had moved, he did note his stool was gone.

Furrowing his brows he turned to look for it, only noticing then the seething captive that had been waiting for him.

The stool gave you enough height to jump at him, wrapping your legs around his torso, in one fell swoop, you locked the jaws of the bear trap around his head. It didn’t fit so snugly due to his struggling, so with as much force as you could muster, you slammed it so hard you felt the spring locks recoil against you.

There was silence for a moment, you had unwound your legs from him, falling to the floor and crawling towards the door. His towering figure stood still, eyes open with shock, the grip on his knife had diminished as it hit the floor with a gentle thud.

Then you were met with screams, piercing screams, and you genuinely wondered when you stared at him, how was this fucker not dead? People lose their legs from bear traps, and he still somehow was conscious enough to yell, even trying to undo the spring lock to free himself.

While he was distracted trying to free his twisted flesh from within the teeth of the trap, you took your opportunity to grab his knife and scramble frantically away from the lumbering man.

Just as you were out the door you remembered the map, but Mason was too busy trying to salvage his face to care what you were doing, making eye contact with him as you sprinted in the direction of the map you noted he looked at you differently. There was no anger, or victimising glare, it felt more equal, like he finally respected you as a person and not prey

His face disgusted you, the trap still actively disfiguring him the more he struggled. Killing him would be too humane, you hoped he would survive this, and that his scars and deformity would be a reminder. The hunter had finally been hunted.

Knowing he wouldn’t be following you, with the map and knife in hand, and your back pack of supplies you had stashed in your hiding place, you made your way to the circled area on the map. You hoped there would be something like a phone, a way to contact anyone. Worst case scenario you could survive a little longer, trek out the forest and find your way back.

After dealing with him you didn’t feel so vulnerable, the only threat left in the vicinity was you; a dangerous wave of euphoria ran over you.

You hoped he had learnt his lesson, if he came looking for you, you wouldn’t be so nice. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken Sandy though-

[soureggs]

myyyyy PERSONAL head canons for some of the tpof and btd cast

imade this a acouple weeks ago so like i don't remember all the songs womp womp

i dont own any of theses characters btw

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

I love the idea of the desert gang having little lunch breaks together :^))) (and derek posting stupid shit on insta and accidentally revealing their location or someshit (wait, who took the photo...?))

[lobotomizdme]

a somewhat old edit that i completely forgot to post until now

[nosferatil]

He got too excited >v<

[otchim-andr]

day 9: pirced through.

[pineneedle-prick]

mmm crossover

minors dni

HABIT is not my character : EverymanHYBRID

[bloodybtdboards]

Some aroallo pride for myself! Don't need romance to fuck around and find out, I prefer you under my knife to all the romanticals.

-Strade

[reinbou-creator]

I have to come back at least once a year / я должна хоть раз в год возвращаться

[cl0wnygutz]

PT 2 OF MY BTD MADNESS ON DTI I can absolutely explain some of these- I honestly wish I could have made Mason better, but...that's next to impossible, so I made him a milf- I wish I could have made Dragon his amazing chubby self, or in me and my friends term, "OH LAWD, HE COMIN", but DTI only has two avatar body types (aka, feminine and masculine) Im not sure if theres much more to make, but if there is, pls let me know, and I'll try to make them! (will be doing other games as well, so that'll be fun!! :D) If you haven't seen pt 1, heres the link! https://www.tumblr.com/inkyclowns/760212198556598272/made-btd-charachers-on-dress-to-impress-im?source=share

[betbeton]

✃ Drowning in Him

Machete × Reader

One Shot

Warnings - Explicit Sexual Content,

18+ Minors DNI

·GN Reader·

·Request·

·A/N- i want to climb him like a tree·

There was always an undercurrent threatening to drag you below the surface each time you sought pleasure in his arms. Like a whisper from a succubus' glossed lips dragging you by the throat into intoxicating lust. Even now as your hands greedily groped at any and every inch of his skin within your reach the lump in your throat threatened to tumble you into an early grave. It was all too much and yet not enough at the same time. Legs locking tighter around his waist you tried to urge him to do something even you weren't quite sure of yet.

His pace wasn't lacking in fact it was rather needy in its own way, the thick girth of his cock stretching your greedy hole almost deliriously. Alongside his large hands fisting into the sheets beside your head as his own head dropped into your neck. Uneven breaths puffed onto your skin as if he were trying to breath life into your lungs. The death grip you held him in had him centered between joyous euphoria and dangerous overstimulation. Each plunge of his cock into your greedy, sloppy, hole had the looming knot in his stomach tightening as he neared an early release.

The moment his hips slowed down you whimpered out his name pathetically legs flexing to try and urge him to move once more. One of his large hands cupped your face thumb rubbing just below your eye as his head tugged back from your neck to fix an adoring gaze on you which you undoubtedly reciprocated tenfold. That deep baritone voice reverberating through his chest and practically curling around the knot twisting in your stomach.

"Such a sweetheart, all tight and warm just for me."

The scratch of your nails against his back as your greedy hands wormed their way up to cup the back of his head urging him into a messy lip lock, resulting in spit dribbling down your chin and neck was intoxicating. Words of devotion and endearment fizzling out as quickly as they appeared on your tongue as it rubbed against his teeth. This man could get away with murder if he wanted to that was how tightly wound around his finger you were, but as your orgasm crashed over you making a mess of both your lower halves every thought and blind devotion fizzled and sputtered out as the flame in your abdomen was snuffed out.

The gentle sear of overstimulation began to gnaw at the back of your mind and between your legs as his hips kept slamming into your own, the drag of his cock within your sensitive body almost too much as you squealed out his name. The pitched whine bubbling from your lips received only a low chuckle as he planted a kiss to your panting mouth while tugging from your body. As you high quickly dissipated once he wasn't rutting inside of you the warm dribble of cum onto your thighs had a needy whine leaving your lips as if he were still fucking you.

Both riding down from your highs wrapped in one another's arms it was an unspoken truth that despite the mutual love and adoration, you were the one drowning in intoxicating devotion.

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Becoming a Serial Killer

Evie had been bought, abused and hurt. She was walking through the sand, rage almost consuming her as she reached the camp just after it went dark. She needed to see her sister again… but to do that, she would need to get her hands dirty. Evie was normally a very sweet girl who wouldn’t dare dream of hurting anyone else. But now, she was done.

Done being prey.

Done being an innocent young girl.

Done being someone’s toy.

As she walked into the tent, she noticed something was glimmering in the moonlight. Her red eyes started to glow with insanity as she stared at it. A black scythe with a steel grey edge. Evie giggled as she walked over to it and picked it up. Despite its weight, she could pick it up with ease. She was naturally strong, so swinging it around wouldn’t hurt.

And her sanity levels had dropped so far down that it wasn’t going to easy to come back. Now, all she had to do was find her own prey. She removed the pink ribbon in her hair and tied it just under the blade before rummaging around for food and water. She smirked once she found what she needed and then ran out of the camp very quickly.

Evie walked down into the fissure and ate what rations she could find before drinking some water, then sleeping. Meanwhile, Jack returned to camp and found that the scythe was gone. “Shit…! Was no one keeping watch?!” Derek rode back on his bike and asked, “What’s up with you…?” “The scythe has vanished! No one was keeping watch!”

In the morning, Evie woke up and looked at the scythe before smirking. Her sense of morality was gone, but she wasn’t going to kill the innocents. No… just the hunters. The murderers that had torn that poor innocent girl to pieces yesterday. She walked into the sun and swung the scythe onto her shoulder before giggling as she walked up the hill.

She saw the camouflaged door and grinned before swinging her scythe, slicing the fabric and then kicking the door down. Dragon and Komodo looked behind them and saw the girl holding a scythe. “A sacrifice, eh…? You two are so dead!!!” The two attempted to tackle her but she dodged with skill, causing them both to fall onto the sand. “I hate your kind”.

“‘Our kind’…?”, Komodo questioned as he stood up, clearly offended. Her eyes started to glow bright red and she swung the scythe at him, only for Dragon to take the hit. Blood sprayed all over the sand, as well as her as the sharp object tore through his guts. “All you do is kill people because you enjoy it!!! And now… I’m gonna enjoy killing YOU!!!”

Dragon stumbled backwards before falling to the floor and he mumbled, “Y-You won’t be able to kill… all of us…!” Evie smirked and then raised the scythe in the air. “It’s too bad you’ll be too dead to see it for yourself!!!”, she shouted before slicing him apart, more blood splattering all over the place. Komodo then ran away and she took Dragon’s mask.

“These will be my trophies…!”

She ran after him into the open desert and then jumped before the scythe collided with his back. He screamed and tried to get away just as she pulled the weapon out of him. Evie then kicked him back over and smirked. “Now that the tables have turned, you’re terrified!” Then her smirk vanished. “You’re nothing more than a coward!” “Please! No!”

Jack had made it his top priority to find who took the scythe and to punish them. Derek didn’t understand why it was so important. If anything, the victims having a weapon only made everything so entertaining for him. But he kept looking around in the open desert, until he found someone’s body. He stopped and his eyes widened when he saw Komodo.

He was dead. He had been sliced up. Derek gulped. This person wasn’t after the other victims as well. No. They were after them. He cursed to himself and tried to make his way back, when something punctured his tires from behind and he jumped off of his quad bike. “Ah shit!” It hit a hard rock and then exploded, making him punch the ground.

“So… how much money did you spend on me?” Derek looked behind him and saw the girl he had bought. Dyed blue hair with her brown roots showing and bright red eyes. He laughed as he stood up. “You?!” “I have a name, ya know! … Dickhead”. He pulled out a knife. “Call me that again…! I fucking dare ya!!!” “I’m the one with the scythe, idiot!!!”

Then she pulled out something else. A knife that looked identical to the one that pierced his vehicles tire. “Oh, and a knife!” Evie threw it at his leg and he screamed before falling to the ground, dropping his own knife. “Y-You bitch…!” She walked up to him and aimed the scythe at his throat. “So… I’ll ask again. How much? And was it worth it?”

Derek held his leg in pain and said, “Three hundred and eighty thousand dollars! And no, it wasn’t worth it! If you slaughter me… it’ll be a waste of money!!!” Evie frowned and then raised the scythe up. “We’re not your tools to play with, you arrogant bastard…!” Then she tore his guts out and he spat out blood before falling the ground. “B-Bitch…”.

She grabbed his knife, along with his red bandana before throwing the scythe over her shoulder. Evie watched the fire burn down before grabbing Dragon’s knife, adding it to her collection. Then she made her way to the camp, ready to face Jack and Machete. But she only saw one. Machete was just stood there, staring back at her. “You killed them”.

Evie frowned and said, “Get in my way and I’ll kill you too”. He held his hand out and said, “I can tell that you don’t see me as a threat”. Then she said, “Because you’re not. From what I’ve seen. You put people out of their misery once they’ve had enough. That’s mercy in my eyes”. He nodded and mumbled, “I’m not like the others. I don’t want to be”.

She nodded and then asked, “Where’s the other bastard? Jack, was it…?” Machete then pointed behind her and she looked over to see him standing there. “Y-You…!” Then she threw the masks and knives over to him. His eyes widened in shock. “You killed them all?” “Yeah! And you’re next, Jack!”, she told him, positioning the blade behind her. “Tch!”

Then he grabbed a gun and pointed it at her head. “I didn’t want it to come to this. But you’ve left me no choice. I’m outnumbered, so I’ve had to resort to this”. Jack squeezed the trigger and Evie closed her eyes, only to hear a groan. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw that Machete had taken the bullet for her. Her eyes widened in shock.

“Y-You…! YOU BASTARD!!!”

Jack’s heart stopped and blood splattered everywhere as he split in two. Evie somehow had the energy to use the weapon to slice him into two. She grabbed his mask and his knife before running over to Machete. “Why would you do that…?”, she asked. “T-To stop this… because killing people for sport… isn’t right…”, he choked out, removing his mask.

“Take this… and my machete. There’s a reason why this place… is deserted. Go to that man… and… kill him… please…”, he said softly before falling limp. Evie teared up and nodded before standing up, collecting the masks and weapons of all of the them. Dragon, Komodo, Derek, Jack and finally… Machete. “So, there’s a game master, huh?”

Jaqueline, Tom and Richard all found her, covered in blood while holding her scythe. “Did you… kill them all?” “Yeah, they’re all dead. But I didn’t kill Machete. He saved me from Jack”, she said before walking to the desk in the tent. And that’s where she found it. “W-What now?”, Richard asked. “I’ll get you all somewhere safe. I have to finish this”.

Weeks later, Derek’s Father learned on his sons death and sighed. “He was always such a disappointment. I thought this game would at least keep him occupied… but it ended up getting him killed”. Then he heard the screams of his security guards and flinched. He reached for a gun and pointed it at the door, shaking. “W-Who are you…?!!”

The door was knocked down and a girl wearing a white shirt with matching shorts walked through, holding a scythe. “Is that how you greet someone who’s here to deliver a very important message to you?”, she asked with a smirk before approaching him. “I’ll shoot…! Don’t test me—!” Then his hand came off and he screamed in pure fear.

She dropped the masks and knives in front of him before saying, “I’m the one who killed your son, as well as the others who enjoyed playing your little game for years on end”. Then she raised her scythe above her head before saying, “And I’m here to end the game once and for all!!!” He cried out as the blade came down and blood splattered all over.

Once she was finished, Evie walked out of the office and threw her scythe over her shoulder before walking out. Then a smirk creeped up on her face as she realised something. “Thanks Derek. I think I found my purpose in life”. She walked out of the front doors and then into the streets, her eyes glowing red as she heard a woman scream.

“Cleaning up trash like you…”.

“Fufu~! You’re such a good girl, Evie~”.

END

[seowonys]

fem machete 😛

[tr4v3rs3-t0wn]

TPOF's memelord mode is actual gold (Derek's route edition)

+ Bonus Tom being the delicate angel he is