⠀
⠀it was obvious that he was
⠀impressed, as much as he
⠀hated that thought. the pig
⠀was clearly talented in their
⠀craft.
⠀" yeesh, remind me not to
⠀piss you off genuinely. "
⠀a little snicker, but a also
⠀an actual note.
⠀
⠀
⠀the legion leader instantly
⠀turns his attention back to the
⠀trap as he hears the timer
⠀begin to tick.
⠀each second that passed felt
⠀like it would never end. frank
⠀almost felt like she was being
⠀𝑡𝑜𝑜 kind to the survivors——
⠀
Those suspecting eyes didnt go amiss. The interest he held practically leaping out of his chest like a Lion . Amanda could smell it .
A tut of her own before a smirk hitched. Fingers now ensnared to the wire that was attached to the pin .
&&
⠀
⠀the killer was admittedly left
⠀in awe of the brutality of her
⠀contraption. if that's what it
⠀could do to a mannequin
⠀head . . . he could only
⠀imagine a real one.
⠀
⠀" that is so fucked up ! "
⠀he said, laughing a little.
⠀
⠀—— the already nervous
⠀dwight. he was going to get
⠀that kill if it was the last thing
⠀he did.
⠀" i hope you run as well as
⠀you loop office fuck ! "
⠀
⠀
⠀a strained laugh came from
⠀behind that same smiley mask,
⠀a hand raising to hold the top.
⠀" what do 𝑖 have to be pissed
⠀off about ? oh, i don't know,
⠀how about you wasting my
⠀fucking time with this dumb
⠀bullshit ! "
⠀
despite panic being the primary lead in most of his decisions、dwight knew that he was mostly safe beyond the pallet he had dropped so long as the other didn't break it. anyone else before him would've long since discarded their ━
⠀
⠀if this kept up, he really was
⠀going to let two escape. and
⠀that thought alone is what
⠀finally made the killer snap.
⠀the frenzy took over in a
⠀split second, the masked
⠀killer vaulting the pallet and
⠀launching himself at——
⠀
⠀
⠀the masked killer continues to
⠀stare back at myers, brow
⠀raised and head tilted.
⠀he didn't have to come in if he
⠀didn't want to, but frank was
⠀well aware not everyone was
���built for the cold like legion.
⠀after a while——
⠀
ᅠ⠀
he doesn’t move at first,
remaining where he stands half
lost in the snow and shadow,
as if being seen changed
nothing. his head tilts slightly at
the voice, acknowledging it
without answering.
ᅠ⠀
⠀
⠀" welcome to the humble abode
⠀and all that shit, here. "
⠀frank hands him a mug filled with
⠀the warming drink.
⠀he turns on his heel, heading
⠀back towards the kitchen, another
⠀mug being grabbed from the side.
⠀
⠀
⠀he wanted to continue to act
⠀uninterested now . . . but he
⠀just couldn't. he WAS curious
⠀about the demonstration,
⠀never actually having seen
⠀what the reverse bear trap
⠀truly was capable of.
⠀" alright, fire that shit off. "
⠀
⠀
⠀the leader recoiled before his
⠀hand had even been able to
⠀act on the thought.
⠀" fuck—! "
⠀the suddenness of her snap
⠀clearly enough to startle him.
⠀a cough followed on, looking
⠀away from the pig grumpily.
⠀" tch . . . "
⠀
The reverse bear trap sat to the middle of the table , a mannequin head encased within it's deadly claws .
A wire extended , that once pulled would set off the timer .
The pig was testing it of course , as they often did .
&&
⠀
⠀—— discarded. another small
⠀silence settled in between
⠀them.
⠀" . . .it means she likes you— "
⠀
⠀glancing up, he caught his eye.
⠀" — yknow? susie. she does it
⠀to people she likes, or people
⠀she wants to be friends with. "
⠀
⠀
⠀with his arm finally released,
⠀a few soft cusses escaped his
⠀lips, hand clutching at the
⠀wrist softly.
⠀" fucking. . . shit ! "
⠀he hissed. that guy was a
⠀brute, there was no doubt.
⠀the legion leader was almost
⠀certain he——
⠀
ᅠ⠀
❪ he had almost lost himself,
his breathing turning uneven
behind the latex as the
pressure against frank became
harder. for a moment it looked
like nothing would get through
to him,
ᅠ⠀
⠀
⠀—— that again . . . "
⠀he picked up the bottle,
⠀soaking a cotton ball in the
⠀liquid. frank dabbed at the
⠀marker on the mask, wiping
⠀away one colourful doodle
⠀after the next.
⠀a few cat and bunny
⠀stickers was peeled and
⠀——
⠀