DON'T BREATHE.

            every part of them was still ,     stiff ,     even the rise & fall of their chest was shallow ,     practically static .     their eyes locked on ,     never leaving ,     being the only sign that they were indeed not a statue ; darting to & fro ,     trying to find some sort of relief ,     wake up from this bad dream .     & even though they stood a fair distance ,    had a nice ,    secure gap between the two of them ,     running didn’t seem like a good idea . * @asylumet. / ❤️

               Certainty in her actions, heavy breath and shallow exhales ( In, out, in, out—it was so HARD to breathe, oh god! ), bonesaw with fingers tightly wrapped around the handle, pillow clad eyes seeking, searching ( FINDING ) for the loud noises mere moments ago. Those had grown quiet and she could barely even track them anymore. And yet, she knew, that she would have more ease at finding the small MOUSE than any of the others. 

▌█ ∵  ⛺ ∵ █ ▌ Concern was the expression lacing her features before seeing what was in front of her. These moments were when she was grateful for her ability to maintain her composer. A small step back for a moment thinking back to Crystal Lake before blinking and shaking her head getting rid of the thoughts. Hand reaching for the hatch in her bag. ❝ What the hell is going on? What- Who are you? ❞  

@asylumet  SC

           Another one had found themselves in the Entity’s clutches. A shame ( For them ), and a blessing for the Deity. This one seemed like they had ANTICIPATED something, had eperienced terror before—their reaction was delayed and prepared. The Nurse tilted her head forwards, gaze looking as if it were directed at feet never touching ther ground even if it WAS directed upon hand diving inside bag.

          ──    LAMB-LIKE,    WITHERED    BOY.

          THE    BOY    LIVES    IN    CONSTANT    FEAR.    he    has    been    HARMED    so    many    times    that    he    trusts    no    one    to    come    CLOSE.    he    grows    ANXIOUS    (    CRYING,    SCREAMING    !    )    when    others    approach    him,    but    NEVER    with    her.    leslie    finds    comfort    in    her    COMPANY,    becoming    more    talkative    (    A    RARE    SMILE    GRACES    HIS    BRUISED    LIPS    )    &    willing    to    cooperate.    her    name    is    the    ONLY    one    he    remembers.    ‘    —    s-sally    ?    you’re    h-here…    y-you’re    here…    ’

@asylumet

        And just perhaps she was LUCKY enough to have found this innocent soul in a place where everyone else were atoning for their sins. She was patient with him, all ears and hidden smiles while calloused fingers glided over soft cheeks and under red rimmed eyes. Truly a SPECIAL boy, one which not even the Entity would make her harm. So very, very special, all white and pure like some angel HEAVEN SENT to her.

        “ Leslie? ” She croaked and turned her floating form towards the frail boy, fluttering forwards, bonesaw laid far away from ashen fingers. “ I’m here. I’m here. ” Repeating offered the withered boy a CHANCE to hear the truth flowing from ruined lips. “ Have you behaved? ” The Nurse offered with a wheeze, fingers crawling up to rest just below her own collar, easing her dwindling breath ( And easing her CONCERNS ).

             ( Better hearing, able to sense when others were HELPED—all so trivial and yet to her she labelled them as a CURSE. ).

             Had she been twice as brave and thrice as bold she would have learned the ins and outs before ANYONE would have ever wondered if she even had had a life before the Entity took the final bit of hope from her heart. Subconsciously she swung back and forth, left fist clenching around nothing. BENEATH linen lips were pulled into a tight frown.

             “ These powers were gifted to me with one goal in mind– ” she stopped to breathe, a hoarse sound SO ugly and loud it caused the crows to fly away from a nearby hook, “ Phi– Wraith, this ‘ magic ’ of mine brings ONLY harm. ” It’d be better if he dropped the subject; deadset on her own opinion, all negative and forlorn, for she had no way of hoping her damned curse would EVER make her seem like a savior clad in white.

billy has 2 mamas, here comes a third

pls mother this frightened pale boy

eyes

In what can be considered a weak last ditch effort she scrambled upwards pushing the rusty medical cart at the ‘thing’ before turning into a small side room that would house couple of old filthy beds, This was it she had herself cornered this would be the death of Jenny Myers if not some miracle  would be bestowed upon her in her moment of need.

With a desire to live she grabbed a old rusty IV holder wielding it in front of her. “S-stay back you! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I won’t hesitate to hurt you!”

           The cart rolling at her caused a moment of surprise, gasp leaving jagged teeth as she CLUMSILY floated to the left to avoid it, all rattling sounds and sharp objects begging to plunge into soft flesh. Of course she knew it would help none—the Entity had bestowed her and her ‘ kin ’ with the ability to track runners down. 

           Whistling breath warned EVERYONE of a quick blink, around corner following the glowing trail and she stopped right before the rusty IV holder pointed at her chest, used air leaving her as the Nurse stumbled in place.

           How cute. She had FIGHT. She could only imagine how pleased the one above would become as soon as she sacrificed the girl on one of the MANY crooked hooks in the memorial institute.

mother this boy he has no family

           camping killers who after having succesfully killed and camped everyone writes “ gg ez ” in the chat

           survivors who tries to pull you down from the hook even if the killer is right behind them

           jump lag