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SHE HATES IT. She hates the way he talks, the way he looks at her, the way he remains in his position instead of running away at the mere sight of her knife... Why is he talking as if he was actually aware of what she went through, of everything that she had to experience throughout her poignant existence ? Why does he look straight into the mask, as if he could see within the darkest depth of her heart, where all her secrets and feelings and old memories have been desperately caged under lock and key ? He doesn’t know what it means to be an outcast, to be hated by the very man who gave you life, to starve, to scratch at your own eyes not to let the tears out, to be shunned and pushed to the side and laughed at   ────   Can she really be blamed for using and enjoying the power that she was generously given, for finally wanting to live as a PREDATOR instead of crawling around as a disgusting vermin ?

Petite silhouette almost trembles with anger underneath dirtied, bloodied oversized clothes. Stop it, stop it, stop it ! She wants to scream, wants to cut his tongue out and carve all the words that she has never pronounced into his flesh  /  Perhaps, only then, could he understand what it means to live as her, to carry a burden that she did not deserve. And yet, in spite of the murderous intentions bubbling horridly within her rotting heart, Susie cannot bring herself to actually launch herself against him.   ❝  You know nothing. What if I actually enjoy this game of cat & mouse because, for the first time, I finally get to play the part of the cat ?  ❞   It takes her all her strength to keep a stable and frigid tonality in pursuance of concealing the brutal storm currently raging within her ribcage ; the truth is that she doesn’t want to be saved because she cannot be saved.   ❝  Keep talking and I’ll cut your tongue.  ❞

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『❛  You’re… You’re fucking kidding right?                Quentin? .. Quentin tell me you’re fucking kidding.  ❜』He’s bewildered to say the least. Looking at the shirt upon the other’s body and the one he was being handed with the bright neon blue and bold lettering ‘I’m Frank’

『❛  Bro this ain’t funny.   ❜』He huffed. Why the hell would the entity give them matching shirts? They weren’t a couple and they weren’t at a fucking amusement park. Looking it over. He groaned at the gaudy choices of color before tossing it aside and brandishing his knife to the other.

『❛  Quentin.. Come here. Take that fuckin’ shit off.   ❜』He growled softly. Grabbing the other by the shirt and using his knife to cut and tear at the fabric until it fell off the other’s body. Then removing his own hoodie and throwing it over the sleepless survivor’s arms and torso. Leaving himself in a black band tshirt.

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    “–Sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I’m just exhausted.”

     He still wasn’t used to this place, or the trials, or anything. At first it had really scared him, startling him to the point that he couldn’t even relax around the campfire despite the others’ reassurance. It probably didn’t help that one of his first trials was against someone he recognized from the movies, further addling his mind. How was he supposed to fight against someone he never thought could be real? Someone who could hunt you down in your sleep? The thought kept him awake until he had ultimately drifted off despite his best efforts.

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“Quentin is...” She pauses, clearly faltering to string the words together. Brows knit together as she takes a moment to consider her wording. “I think Quentin pours his everything into people he cares for--like his fellow Survivors. He’ll do it to his own detriment, so I almost want to say it’s something that worries me more than I like it. But I’m like that too; I’ll sprint my ass across Coldwind Farm if it means taking a cleaver in the back so someone else doesn’t...so I can’t fault him on that. On caring so much for the survival of others that you’re willing to take a loss.” Brief laughter breaks up her words.

“It’s funny, because I know we’ve scolded each other about it before, but we can’t help ourselves. We promised to help each other survive. To get out of this realm. Even funnier is that he’s usually the one I need to rely on for patching me up if I’m short a medkit--he always seems to have one, and he’s always there when I need him most. He’s dependable like that.” Meg shifts in place, a hand coming up to rub the back of her neck. Brows furrow once more, but a smile seems to grow helplessly. 

“He’s...found me in a mangled state more than once. I’m not proud about troubling him as much as I do, but he focuses on cleaning me up without complaint. He gets me on my feet again so I can keep going--so I can keep helping the others. If I’m exhausted, he’ll stick around to make sure I’m safe while I catch my breath...and if my morale is wavering he’ll know exactly what to say to raise my spirits high.” As she pauses this time, a look of guilt washes over her. One that causes her face to twist up. She glances away as quickly as possible.

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“Quen.. You really do know what you’re signing up for when you say that right?”“I can’t stop ‘them’ from what they might do to you.”“You sure that’s somethin’ you can really deal with?”

“You wanna know about all that, huh? Well, I guess there’s no point in shying away from talking about this sort of stuff--we’re stuck here for a while. But don’t you dare judge me about any of this.” She pauses, considering the questions as they come. Her smile doesn’t waver when she starts speaking.

“I’m sprinkled with freckles, so do those count? Most of them are pretty pale and don’t stand out much though. Well, aside from a few on my cheeks and shoulders. I used to get so embarrassed about them when I was younger, but then I realized I couldn’t do anything to change it. Might as well embrace my natural beauty, freckles and all.”

“Cuddles and aftercare? Definitely. I think sex is best enjoyed when those involved just go all out and then bask in the afterglow of their passions. Don’t get me wrong, sex should be about one’s carnal and ravenous desires being fulfilled with their partner. It can be plain, intricate, rough, soft…there’s limitless potential to enjoying the human body. Mm, but at the end of the day, your energy gets spent from all the lovemaking, so nothing beats lounging around with your lover and savoring the moment, y’know?”