@lowestlayers inquired: "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮." The Nightmare blinked, leaning tiredly on the wall. His participation in the matches has been less and less enthusiastic. Where before he may have been downright ecstatic to torture the survivors, as of late he has been doing the bare minimum, barely even faltering when he gets only one chair."𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞."
Unprompted—Always Accepting!!
...What?? Emily had been in this damned manor for a very long time now, as it seemed, but she had never experienced this before. A Hunter not wanting to do their job... Of course the Survivors didn’t want to play this game, since no one wanted to run around and attempt to escape as a damned monster chased them around, but the Hunters? They had it easy. Their part of the game was fun, getting to scare the little survivors and holding the entire game in the palm of their hand. Torture and play rather than fear and a need to escape. Why would a Hunter be tired of this game.??
“Redemption.?” she echoed, just loud enough that the Hunter may hear. She shouldn’t stick around. She should go, run, for perhaps the Nightmare was merely baiting her by acting defeated only to knock her down and send her back to the manor. But it seemed like perhaps he knew something more than she did about the manor... Or maybe her work as a doctor made her too compassionate for her own good.
She’ll run at the slightest hint that she should, she promised herself. Emily prepared herself for the good chance he would turn around and lash out, and if that happened, she made note of all the possible escapes around her. She won’t be tricked. Even so, she still stepped closer to the Hunter. “What do you mean, ‘redemption’?” If he’s so drained, perhaps he wouldn’t mind giving her a bit of information. “Is that the reward for Hunters winning matches?”
