rye

You weren't in the best of situations regarding your therapy. The therapy in itself wasn't the best, really. Anything could happen, you couldn't rule anything out because murkoff, you've learned, are a bunch of sickos. But, something that was completely out of their control happened. Something strange, that was slightly concerning.

The Pitcher, the pyromaniac specialist ex-pop... Had developed a taste for you. Or in other words, you became his favorite. Which sounded horrific, and it was. Because he was severely emotionally constipated, like a kid at school sticking gum in your hair because they liked you.

Or rather singeing it clean off your head because of confusing emotions.

You would be just trying to get through the trials, when you'd hear foot steps behind you, being paranoid as hell you'd check and almost 90% of the time it was the Pitcher stalking you around. And then screaming because he got caught before throwing a horribly aimed Molotov at you in an attempt to cover it up.

And today you were sick of it, well, not really. You found it cute as hell... In it's own strange murder-y way. So, you were wandering the halls of the orphanage, it was just feed the children. Probably the easiest trial, and it was picked for a reason. Very few distractions and road blocks, or just other people in general.

You sat around for what felt like hours, the Pusher only ever coming through the insertion gates, aka, not the man you were looking for!

And just as you were about to give up and, y'know, actually do the trial, in the distance you heard a familiar scream. You immediately threw a glass bottle on the ground to make a ruckus and then pretended like you were just trying to get through the trial. Letting him think that he organically found you, and now he's following you around like a little lost dog. The sound of glass bottles clinking and boots hitting the floor with each step.

He just loved the way you did things, every little detail captivated him. And it scared him a little because he had never felt this before.

You were "trying to find" the bleach in the upstairs church area, the Pitcher lighting up the darkness of the chapel, basically not being discreet at all, but you let him believe he was. When you all of a sudden turned around, pointed at him and yelled "caughtcha!". Which scared him off after he did his little Molotov throwing thing. You really should've thought that through, but you were tired, we all do stupid shit when we're sleepy!

So, naturally, you run after him. If he gets to stalk you then you get to run after him like a crazy person, it's only fair.

He eventually made it to an insertion gate, you just barely making it in. He obviously screamed, hurting your ears, but it was less of a scream out of anger or excitement like it usually was. It sounded more shrill... Embarrassed? Oh my God, this grown ass man was embarrassed that he got caught. Your suspicions were confirmed as his gloved hands covered his already masked face. And now turning away to the corner.