Did We Finally Leave Our Town?

People who’ve influenced them greatly

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This could be an existing ship, a crush, a previous relationship, or even an ideal partner!

"It has been quite some time since I've heard that voice. Also do not call me Ghostie, what kid of childish name is that?" The brunette haired killer turns towards the all too familiar teenage. "Seems like your misplacement in another reality was temporary. Hopefully one of the other pain in the ass versions of you has vanished into the world you were spit out of."

He turned the knife over in his hand with an all too perfect and kind smile, “Did you miss me?”

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But now he was trapped in a Neverending carnival.

Frank perked up at the sound of Cheryl's voice, setting down his pen on top of the crinkled papers he had been scribbling on, a weight to keep them from blowing around the Lodge with the gusts of wind that occasionally tore through the decrepit building, "Hey!" He hopped to his feet, making his way over, holding out his hands as he kicked away the empty liquor bottles and stray rocks that always seemed to litter the floor, getting them out of the way of the blind killer. "On your right." He told her, moving to her right side to gently set two fingers on her arm, "Furniture's been moved." He informed her, since he'd been thrown into another version of Ormond, the imposter had moved everything around and Frank was in the process of fixing it, "Jules? Ah she's in trial right now. What's up?" He asked, "Want anything to drink. We ah... got a coffee machine." It was a shitty coffee machine they'd stolen from Herrmann but it was better than nothing. @murder-mason {{Ahh! Thank you so much! Kayla has been teaching me the ropes of Dead by Daylight roleplaying and it's awesome to meet more fans (and hopefully friends)! Thank you so much for the compliment, I try my best!}}

"Frank?? Is... Is that you?? No... that cant be..."

“But I’m back now.” He went quiet, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, picking at the scarring with too sharp canines, “But uh… if he… if I hurt you. I’m sorry.” The words were foreign and strange on his tongue, not used to saying them. He cleared his throat, looking toward the fire, “Things should settle back to normal. Whatever normal is these days.”

I want to set everything up first before I throw a link out for anyone to join

"I do apologize for my absence, I promise not to leave you alone again" {May as well bring this bastard man back as well}