Nervous Leader

It’s hard to give an intro about Dwight without being a little mean to him but that’s okay because he’s been surviving through the toughest nightmares for years! A little jab here and there won’t hurt 

One of the first original survivors to play this sick, twisted game in the realm of the Entity where the objective is to escape, or get caught by the killer an sacrificed (or killed by the killers hands, who knows)<.small>

Not a lot to go on him, he’s your average guy who believes that he had nothing going on for him in the real world. Only when dragged into the other world was where he felt like he had a responsibility to get everyone else out of each trial and lead them to victory.

Worked in an office, and worked as a pizza delivery guy- yeah real life work was not going well at all.

He will do everything he can to make sure that you survive, even if it does end up with him having to try and lure the killer away from you.

Don’t take his glasses his eyesight is VERY poor.

Don’t bully him like I do.

He drugged his old boss once and he isn’t sure if he would resort to that level of desperation again... but lets not try that.

“please. that’s nothing. besides, I could use a little good karma right now.”

it’s not a complete lie. being dropped off in a completely different city, in a completely different realm is, for a lack of words, completely fucking bonkers. doing a little good should help him down the road.

and god, this would be a great help. Jed’s always been a little curious about the survivors. he would’ve liked to give him the same kind of treatment he gave his other victims. a scary call or two, hints that he was watching them, maybe a gift — small things, just enough to make them question their sanity. but The Entity’s realm just… didn’t allow that. it was too contained. sure, being able to kill freely was nice. returning to his roots, though? well. he wouldn’t mind that.

and again: Dwight’s fascinated him. so much potential in someone who’s been knocked around his whole life. maybe Jed could push him to reach that potential a little faster. maybe he could help Dwight realize the person he was always meant to be.

and then maybe, he could rip it right out of Dwight’s hands.

geez. just the thought of watching the hope drain from the survivor’s eyes once he finally killed him sent a chill up Jed’s spine.

for now, though: black coffee and a muffin.

“actually — that sounds good. I’ll take the same thing.” he waves his hand dismissively at the barista, his attention unmoving from Dwight. 

“come to think of it, you look familiar… okay, this is gonna sound weird, but did you used to deliver pizzas or something?”

Even if it was something so small, it kind of struck Dwight in a way that made him come to the conclusion that the guy here was just brought into this place, or he had his own string of bad luck and happen to find himself here. Now he couldn’t just ignore his politeness.

It already seem too late to insist that he didn’t have to. The least he could do then is to give him Dwight’s full attention. “I really do appreciate it. I guess I’ll owe you breakfast if we happen to come across each other again. I’ve heard good things about this place, so I figured I give this place a shot.” Who knows. There haven’t been a lot of familiar faces around here, but sometimes this place is literally a ‘small world’.

The question however, did leave the Leader to tense up slightly, thinking back to one of his many past job he had to work on to pay for college, his apartment, his bills. That was certainly a rough part of his life. Bringing a hand to rub the back of his neck, he couldn’t help but give a bashful laugh. “Ah-ha... I actually use to do that as a part time. Oh... wait, does that mean you’ve ordered from PizzaWhat? That felt like so long ago.” Despite that being from his past, Dwight could only remember so few customers that he delivered pizzas to. Would he had remember this guy at some point!? Now he’ll feel bad that he couldn’t recall who the stranger is!

That coffee and muffin couldn’t come any sooner.

“Seer-e-al.  I see…”  She contemplated the name as she stared at the box again.  “The villages did not have this when I visited them.  It must be new.”  New to her at least.  Anna noticed locker boys gaze as he focused on her basket of food, then back at her.  He sounded so incredulous that it momentarily confused her.

“Yes?  Why else would I be here?  I thought you were supposed to be one of the smart ones.”  She suddenly let out a barking laugh.  “Ha!  You think we do not eat?!  I am human, same as you.  I must eat.”  Now that she thought about it, she supposed Rin didn’t eat.  But Rin was also a prizrak so it didn’t count.  “There are many different foods here that I have not seen.  Like this,” she whipped out the bag of yellow ovals and shoved it in his face.

“It has a potato on the front, yes?  But the picture of the food is no potato I have ever seen.  So strange.”  Anna dropped it back in her basket along with the cereal.  “It is must easier to get food here.  But it is not fun.  Getting food should be a reward!  This is just…a chore.  You look right at home here locker boy; this place is very similar to where you are from, yes?”

As much as Dwight would like to correct her in how long cereals have been around, he decides against in. Not because he was scared of her or anything, but he may be curious at what sort of food she was familiar with. 

Almost as if on queue, the question surprised Dwight again. That wasn’t what he was getting on. Partially. The surprise was more of how domesticated the Huntress appear to be. Who would have thought a murderous killer would casually be wondering around with, of all things, as basket full of food. Next they’ll replace the food with chocolate and call her the ‘Easter Bunny’. ... No no, that’s just too silly to even think more of.

“No, that’s not really what I meant. I mean, sort of. Some of us at the campfire did wonder if you guys did eat anything or not. Heh, we even took guesses of what you all would have for dinner.” Some were pretty funny, while others just... well, they eventually had to change topics before it became too grim. “Anyway, you could just say this is something I never thought I’d live to see. And not rampaging the store.” It’s true.

The fall night is cold, air fresh in a plethora of lungs. There was a certain freedom that came with every new place. Crowded cities, especially, were easy to hide in. People minding their own business regardless of the moon or sun above them. 

And there are many, many opportunities for individuals to…go missing. 

Either way, he prefers the night. 

Oh, did someone bump into him? It’s incessant stuttering is the only way he really notices. Despite Nrvnqsr’s distinctly deep human voice and appearance, his eyes stare into Dwight more like an animal’s.  

“It’s fine. No harm possible.” 

Like a wolf observing a lower creature as small and inconsequential as a butterfly. 

“You look fatigued. There are a few cafes and such open at this hour, you know. If you don’t intend on sleeping. Or are you on your way home?”  

A mounting sensation of other gazes grows in number, yet there is no-one else staring at them…what else is watching?

It didn’t take long for Dwight to realize that he probably came across the wrong person. The stare down felt familiar. Unsettling. He just really wish he didn’t find himself wondering around here. Just go straight home, and easy task, even a child could do better then himself!

The worst outcome may as well happen- it’s not like he’s a stranger to pain and death after all.

...

Wait. He’s still standing? Might still be breathing? Dwight took a moment to process the words the other said. It wasn’t menacing or dangerous after all. Despite the hard stare, the other was asking more about him? That’s new. Though it wouldn’t be a good idea to keep feeling dumbfold now.

“Oh! N-No, well yes, I mean, I was just on my way home. And I thought it would be nice to take a stroll around here. It turned out like it wasn’t the best idea to go on my own, but it’d seem strange to ask someone to come and walk with a complete stranger.” Very odd. “... though I didn’t think you’d be the kind of person to know about late cafes that would be open. I didn’t think about that. It’s what i get for thinking to myself too much.”