#lovesick-obsessive

K!Sam

“He is cute. I love the fluff of his hair. Shame that he is a stupid survivor. But maybe at least chasing him would be fun. I will have to find out once I meet him.”

@lovesick-obsessive

Surv!Ghost

“Judas sounds repulsive. My only hope is to not become his obsession. His killing style feels similar to a cat chasing a mouse. Toying, rather than killing. It would’ve made for a good article in the real world. Here? It’s a nuisance.” 

K!Sam

“He’s the better version of that survivor! Just like I am better than the survivor version of myself. We have so much in common already <3 I do hope that he will look away from that sorry excuse of a human and focus on me instead.”

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Surv!Ghost

“I can appreciate his style. He seems capable of manipulation. It feels natural for him to lure in his prey through the use of simple kindness. Something he does only to trap them in that fake portrayal. Intelligent, most likely. You can’t call that pure luck... It reminds me of a certain person. Someone I hope to never see again.”

K!Sam

The note that he had received forced the survivor out of his camp and into the woods. Worry was clouding his mind, making him unaware of his surroundings. All he could focus on was the poisonous promise from an unknown author and the destination he was heading for. The deep lake in the middle of the woods, the only place closest to a shower he could think of, one that was safer than sneaking into a killer’s realm. In the real world, he would often stand in the shower, let the water run down his body and clear his mind. In here he lacked the privilege and learned to take what was offered.

As always in the foggy forest, he felt watched. Choosing to ignore it, he pressed on at a faster pace. It was not unusual for strange creatures to observe him, even if he could not always see them. It always made Samuel nervous, his nails digging into his palms from the worry of a potential attack from an unknown source. Of course, he was rarely attacked in the woods, but the possibility still worried him.

A snap of a branch returned him to the present and he spun on his heels to look in the right direction just behind himself. There was nobody there, not even a stir in the fog which would signify that somebody tried to run away from their hidden position. Another of his paranoia, it must have been. Being a survivor for so long had made him jumpy whenever he heard a sound, but that was only what came with his role.

“H-hello?” he called out. It might have been Danny trying to tease him again. The killer told him before that it was amusing how easy it was to scare him, but Samuel did not consider it as amusing.

The survivor was ready to look back into the direction he previously took when something heavy connected with the back of his skull. Dark spots filled his vision, and he felt his body hit the ground, before all disappeared, the survivor losing consciousness.

When Samuel came to, the realized that he was in a room that he did not recognize. It was not one that he would have seen so often in trials, not the Bastard’s private realm and it was not Danny’s secret hideaway either. The pain had forced him to close his eyes again and groan, as the sight of it all made the headache hit him full force. He wanted to move his hand to the back of his skull but feared that he would feel dried blood sticking to his blonde hair.

Suddenly a scream was pulled out of him when somebody’s teeth sunk into the soft flesh on his arm. The sound was not only caused by pain but also fear of the sudden realization that he was not alone. Blindly, the survivor threw his limbs around, trying to push whoever his assailant was away from himself, but that turned out to be a mistake. Whoever the other was turned out to be armed and annoyed with his sudden thrashing. A cold blade sunk into his thigh and he chocked, trying not to vomit from the mix of sensations.