As you and Bill worked on the machine, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. And that something was a person, and that person was chasing after Meg. “Uh Bill, who’s that?”

“It’s the Legion.” He muttered, swearing under his breath. “The Who?”

You asked cluelessly. “The Legion. They’re a group of teen punks who like to start shit. They’re one of the worst to go against in trial, just from how irritating they are.”

“Huh.” You murmured, glancing away from the figure that was chasing after Meg, that was now moving farther and farther away. Seems like it’s going to be a long trial.

–

After hooking his first victim, Frank was off, searching for the next. He sprinted as fast as he could, feeling his heart race and the adrenaline rush.

Hearing the sound of a generator completed, he followed it, spotting two survivors in the distance. As he got closer and closer, he recognized them. It was that old man, Bill and….

You. It was You.

He found himself stopping, blood rushing to his head and making him groan in pain. But he didn’t care about that. All he could care about was the fact that you were standing right in front of him.

It felt like the whole world was crashing down on him. He stood there, frozen, taking you in.

By the time he realized that you and Bill noticed him, it was too late. You said something to him, and he pushed you away, making you run off while he did the same.

Had you recognized him? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. He was wearing a mask, and he was much different from the boy he once was. You don't know anything about him now. But there was a time where you knew him better than anyone, where you could pick him out in a crowd of hundreds of people, recognizing him just from his posture and mannerisms.

His body moved before him, and the next thing he knew, he was ignoring you, chasing down Bill instead. It was for the best. You were just a distraction, and he needed to focus.

–

Frank didn’t see you again until you saved Dwight from second hook, reaching on your tiptoes and pulling him down. He went charging at you, but once again, he stopped himself, and went after Dwight.

But before he could, you ran in front of him, smacking a pallet down on his head. “Go after me, not him!”

You snapped at Frank, that same selfless and brave attitude shining through. You haven't changed at all, have you?

He did as you wished, chasing after you instead. You were lithe and quick on your feet, dodging his attacks with ease. But after a while, you started to grow tired from the chase, and he took advantage of his adrenaline to break out into a sprint.

He caught up with you, slicing your arm and making you cry out. That caused him to stop once again, memories of you flowing through his head.

All those times you smiled at him, those times you held him and kissed him…the times you were afraid and hurt. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain, yet here he was.

“(Y/n), I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”

Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He watched as you got away, grabbing your arm and running off. He needed this trial to be over as soon as possible.

And so, Frank worked fast, killing off all the other survivors, despite how hard they tried to fight back. Especially you, trying to save all your teammates, you gave him a really tough time and it was even worse because he knew he couldn’t hurt you. Because he knew who you truly were.

But he managed to get through it, and it was almost over. It was just you and him left on the trial grounds, all your other teammates sacrificed.

Now he just needed you to find hatch and get out of here. He wasn’t even trying at this point, walking the perimeter f the trial area, doing everything he could to avoid you.

But while he did that, he found Hatch. Reluctantly, he shut it. At least this will speed things up a little.

–

Since you are relatively new, you still have trouble finding the exit gates, especially on trial grounds you were unfamiliar with. This was one of them.

You frantically looked around, hearing another gong from the timer. You were running out of time, and you felt like you were going in circles. God, you’re so stupid. What do you do?

Calming yourself, you managed to find it. But there was only one problem. The killer was standing right in front of it, waiting for you. He sliced at the lever with his knife, opening the gate.

This happened once before, with The Clown. For a moment, you thought he was showing some mercy and letting you go, but once you got close, he cut you down and hooked you, sacrificing you. That made you realize it was just his cruel way of punishment, hanging freedom right in front of you, and then tearing it away.

But this one seemed different. Every time he went after you, it was like he hesitated. Like he didn’t want to do it. But he also killed your teammates brutally, so you had no idea what he was going to do.

He motioned for you to walk over, and you hesitantly did as told, cautious and skittish. Just as you were about to walk past, he grabbed your arm, stopping you and making you jump and yelp.

You pushed him away, trying to run but stumbling over yourself, twisting your ankle and falling. You crawled away from him, groaning in pain, but he walked towards you, crouching above you.

This was it, the moment he was going to hurt you. The moment he was going to kill and sacrifice you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the pain, but to your surprise, it never came.

When you opened your eyes, he was holding your locket, caressing it softly. His head was tilted, almost as if he was examining it closely. He pushed it open, only to find that there was no picture inside. Then, he shut it, stepping away from you.