#hidden-accomplice

@hidden-accomplice

This was getting too good. Sure, it had been a while, but she should have known it wouldn’t last. When had things ever improved for her, really, without coming crashing back down? No reason this would have been different.

The name is what grabs her attention first, her brain refusing to recognize the voice out of what probably amounts to self-preservation at this point. Anyone who knows her name is on a list, be it good or bad, and she doesn’t know this newcomer so fat chance of it being the ‘good’ list this time. Maybe it’s just another doppel, they seem to get their realms mixed up sometimes but she can at least handle another one of herself— but then she sees him, and ice crawls up her spine.

[Soft Affection: No longer accepting] @hidden-accomplice

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

🐱 to reverse

Whilst the killer considered himself to be the complete opposite of his survivor-self, there were things he could not change no matter how hard he tried. One of those things was preferring solitude over spending time with others. It was also difficult to spend time with people when survivors no longer considered him an ally or even a friend, his relationship with Frank had declined over the past few days, and he wasn’t planning on talking to the other killers any time soon. They were still the same people that had murdered him in trials when he was still a simple lamb.

All of that combined made the approach of the detective confusing. The blonde was visibly on edge, his trustworthy screwdriver in hand, but he had not tried to attack the other. He stayed in spot mostly because Hoffman did not seem like he was there for blood. Especially when instead of a blade, he offered a lollipop. The sight of the candy immediately relaxed Samuel, who wiped a smudge of tar from his cheek and accepted the gift.

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Surv!Ghost

“Another corrupted police officer,” he huffed with disgust. “Couldn’t do a good job tracking down the murderers so he became one of them himself? I can already tell we’d never get on.”

K!Sam

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@hidden-accomplice

{💐 give a gift//🐱reverse}

Tracking Hoffman down had been the last thing she’d wanted to do for several reasons, not the least of which being that being nice to someone like that was just clear out of her wheelhouse. And it’s not like she cared about whether or not he felt weird about her. She didn’t care about him. She couldn’t, really, that’s not how her brain worked.

But, with that said... apparently the Bastard had gone and interrogated him over their little scuffle, and the last thing she wanted was for people to start acting different around her or hold a grudge because she’d caught an Entity’s fancy. So the food had been an attempt at an apology, or at least a gesture of “don’t mention that whole thing”. She gave it, dropped it off, and done.

But now here he was, handing her a gift back. Fuck, did he think this was supposed to be a mutual thing? How the fuck do people do this shit?! Amanda stares at the little offering, silent for a second, before nodding a little awkwardly and taking it. “Th— uhm, yeah. Thanks for that.”