You could barely feel your legs as you spirit across the map, ghostface hot on your tail. Once the trail started and you felt the dreaded feeling of being the obsession, you knew who it was. It’s like Laurie with Michael, except Michael leaves her for last while you’re killed early on.

The killer has taking a liking to you when you first joined, deeming your murder selfie with him his best work. He always tries to outdo himself whenever you’re both in trail, determined to get the best murder selfie out there.

Some of your teammates used that fact to their advantage,letting you be camped and not unhook you so they get to leave faster. Ghostface never leaves the side of the hook, refusing to give you a chance to escape.

It always lead to you being chased again - in case of being unhooked - and moried on the spot. Your body shivered as you felt the chill runs down your spine, Almost feeling the knife cutting it open.

His knife was so close to you, a pallet gave you some distance but he was right back on you again. Running towards the shack, a hand came out of a locker and dragged you inside. Another one was placed on your mouth to stop your scream.

Looking up, using the light that goes inside through the gaps. Jack’s dark eyes stared at you, one hand still on your mouth while the other one was gesturing for you to be quiet. You looked to where he was looking, to see ghostface running past you both to the other side, clearly didn’t notice through the scratch marks you left everywhere.

“Whatever happens, you stay here”

His voice sounded stern and worried.

Your heart warmed as you nodded, jake unlike the others never gave up on you. He always tries to unhook you with borrowed time, taking hits when ghostface is determined to kill you , and sabotaging all the hooks in the area so he doesn’t have a chance to begin with.

This got him killed more than once, but he never complained. Only hugged you at the campfire and comforted your shaking body. He was the only person who'd die for you, and you’d die for him in return.

His hand left your lips, and his body tensed. Ghostface was searching the lockers next to yours and headed toward this one. His body covered yours as you felt him raise his leg. When ghostface stood in front of the one you’re in, he kicked the doors open as hard as he could.

The killer let out a pained breath, as jake went past him with an infuriating smirk. This seemed to offend the murderer into chasing him, completely forgetting about his objective to begin with.

You waited until the heartbeat disappeared, and slowly went out. Jake is one of the best survivors at keeping the killers busy and shaking them off, you need to support him and the team by at least doing one generator !

At that thought, two generators were done in the distance. Your teammates clearly had the same idea, but using you as a distraction. Jumping on the machine in the middle of the shack, you began to work.

Even if the other two decided to fool around and not do generators, you’re still confident you can make it alive. Yours was half way done, before you felt the heartbeat picks up again.

Hiding again in the locker, you saw jake get hit on the pallet. The killer made a comment you couldn’t hear, but with the angry look on jake’s face you knew it was a mocking on. Slowly existing the locker , using the fact that the killer was giving you his back.

Inching closer and closer towards where jake was being lifted up, his face turned into a shock and he shook his head as a no. You couldn’t let him be hooked in the basement, everyone was reluctant to save anyone from there. Especially since ghostface was known to play dirty.

When the said killer turned around, you smirked and dropped the pallet on him with a very smug:”think fast asshole”

With jake free, you jumped off the pallet using lithe and ran off. You knew you’re dead the moment you showed your face, but you mocked him and added salt to injury. As your heartbeat grew louder, so did you giggles.

Fighting back wasn’t your thing, but jake means too much for you not to help him. The jungle gym was in front of you, a place you can constantly lose line of sight and maybe waste more of his time.

The generator you were on was completed, courtesy to jake who was saved near it. All you need is one more generator and everyone will be able to breathe. Will, everyone but you who just got hit near a window pushing you forward and creating some distance.

Hugging your body, you went pass a pallet and crouched on the wall behind it. As ghostface passed you - too focused on in front of him - , you ran to the other side leaving him lost amidst all the blood and marks.

You could feel him on you again, but the third generator rang giving you hope. Jake is here, so you can actually survive ! All they need to do is open the exit gate and you'll be free. The knife to your back knocked you over, and a taunting laugh reached your ear.

“You’ve teased me for too long sweets, now you’re mine”

You hated that stupid nickname, and everything about the person who made it. His arm went around your torso raising you up and your body started fighting and struggling against it. As he went to the nearest hook, a loud noise of metal hitting the floor was heard followed by a curse from the person carrying you.

Jake is here to help you again ! There was another hook nearby, but with how ghostface turned to look for another one you figured jake beat him to it. With that thought, you’ve finally hit him right in the spot. The spot where after so much wiggling, you’ll be able to free yourself.

As the killer groaned, the presence of your savior's body behind you gave you relief. The ground began to shake and split open leading to the gates of freedom. Your heartbeat picked up and you tensed. You’re so close.

“Just keep running, don’t look back”

The comforting voice with a gentle push was what you needed to keep going. Claudette and Dwight were waiting for you both, looking as nervous as ever. You could feel jake behind you move left and right to the rhythm of ghostface who’s trying to get to you but can’t.

A curse rang, with jake’s scream pushing him forward. He stabbed jake hoping he has enough time to clean his knife and get to you, but he failed as all four of you walked to freedom.

While everyone was catching their breaths, your arms wrapped themselves against him tight. He gave you a small smile and hugged you close.

“I’ll protect you with my life , I promise.”

Being fused was...It was a hard experience to explain. You couldn’t hide anything from the person you were fused to. Each of them could see everything in the other person’s mind. Normally, Magenta might have panicked over someone having total access to all his thoughts and memories, but Johan had already seen the lowest depths Magenta could sink to. They already knew everything about one another. Their crimes, their shortcomings. There were no secrets between the two of them at this point. They had nothing to hide from one another. Johan had heard Snowy describe the sensation of fusion as being tangled up with one another. Everything woven together. It wasn’t clear where they ended and the fusion began. 

The being they formed was called Zwartkop, named for a yellow flower with blue-purple leaves. The Zwartkop flower was often called the black rose, and its name meant ‘black head’ in Dutch, a name that was a rather apt description of Magenta. Zwartkop didn’t actually know their name. That was simply the name given to him by outsiders looking in. They needed something to call the fusion, after all. The flower in question was a rather pretty color, and no doubt should they ever learn their name, they would probably like it. 

Zwartkop was...interesting to those who made up the halves of the whole. He was them, but also someone else altogether. When it came to appearance, it was easy to see what belonged to who. Zwartkop had Johan’s hair, ears, skin color, and pink glasses, and Magenta’s lab coat and fangs. Personality was a bit harder. Someone who knew both Johan and Magenta very well could likely pick out individual traits that belonged to one or the other, but someone unfamiliar with the two men would find Zwartkop’s personality all their own.

They were also kind of a disaster. Zwartkop was intellectually rather intelligent. Johan and Magenta were both incredibly smart men and combined they produced a very intelligent being. However, both of them tended to be...Well...Dumbasses might have been the best word. Despite their intelligence, they had a startling tendency to make stupid decisions. A trait that seemed to describe nearly every version of Joey Drew. But these two were particularly prone to being dumbasses. And when their dumbassery was combined...A big dumbass baby was produced. A big dumbass baby with six arms that they didn’t quite know how to use.

(As multiple arms are rather common among fusions, I don’t think it’s worth getting into. But six arms. That’s, uh, that’s gotta be hard to coordinate. Okay okay, back to the story.)

They didn’t get much of a chance to showcase their dumbassery, though, because they preferred to be alone most of the time. They did occasionally visit Hyde, as he was considered a pretty good friend of theirs, but mostly they just spent time by themselves, enjoying being themselves. Johan and Magenta loved being fused, so Zwartkop enjoyed just...being. They often just sat in the garden, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin, reveling in the fact that they existed. During these times, their face would sometimes get warm for reasons they didn’t quite understand. But there was a reason. 

That reason was Magenta and Johan flirting with each other.  Because they honestly did a lot of that. They were together 24/7, enjoying being fused, and thus a lot of flirting did happen. Johan was responsible for quite a lot of the flirting, being the sappier of the two.

“You’ve got the prettiest...everything, Maggie,” Johan whispered, staring up at Magenta with a lovestruck look in his eyes.

“Quit being such a sap, Jo.” Magenta laughed, cradling Johan’s face in his hands. He laughed it off, but his cheeks were tinged with pink.

“I really mean it.” Johan insisted, putting his hand on Magenta’s. “Everything about is so amazing.” His expression was so soft that Magenta wanted to just kiss him all over his face. Why was he so cute?

“I thought we were talking about my appearance?” Magenta ran a thumb over the skin of Johan’s cheek. “Because if we’re going strictly on appearance, I think you’re the prettier one.” 

“No no, you’re the prettier one.” Johan resolutely shook his head. He’d gotten a frankly adorable frown on his face as he pulled back, holding Magenta’s hands in his. 

“Oh really?” Magenta raised an eyebrow. “Do you have some evidence to back that up?” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, although it wasn’t a smug expression. 

“I do,” Johan replied. 

“And your evidence is...?”

“Well.” A mischevious smile spread across Johan’s face. Magenta felt his stomach do a flip. 

“First of all, you have beautiful eyes.” Johan leaned in, punctuating each point of “evidence” with a kiss. “You have an incredible smile. Your hair is perfect for running my fingers through. I can’t think of anyone who can pull off a lab coat as well as you.”

“I-I don’t think those count as evidence.” Magenta’s voice came out an octave or two higher than it usually did. “You’re just making things up.”

“I most certainly am not!” Johan put a hand to his chest in an expression of feigned disbelief and horror. “My evidence is very strong!”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got some evidence of my own.” Magenta chuckled, wrapping his arms around Johan. “I’m gonna prove once and for all that you’re the prettier one, pal.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Johan grinned before kissing Magenta again.