𝘿𝙬𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙

Never mind he's gonna—. 🚶🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️

🧍🏻‍♂️

Yeah!!! If they scream a lot maybe the cues that the Entity gives the killer will just blind them, and then they can all go about their day and— 𝙏𝙃𝙒𝘼𝘾𝙆. Oh. That was an axe. Nevermind.

He's immediately tensing, face turning pale(r). His ribs groan in protest, but so far nothing's broken. Yet. It's almost hard to breathe. "T- T- Too. . . T- T- Tight. . ."

Well, now he's screaming. Great. They're both screaming. Surely nothing terrible will occur from this.

Ah-. Yes?? I will???? How the f- fuck is my ghost going to s- see?

. . .

( The usually fearful leader was too distracted to notice Luis hid nearby. He's near-panicking at this point— he's not been in a trial for some time— when he's unexpectedly grabbed. He manages to keep quiet, nervously glancing at her as the heartbeat grows louder. )

( HE'S NOT CRYING, YOU ARE. NO ONE'S EVER VALUED HIM BEFORE. SNIIFFFFFF. )

No, I- I just got better glasses.

( STARTLED SCREAMING. Oh his poor heart— he was about to yell back, but the distant heartbeat stops him. ) GOOD PLAN! REALLY GOOD PLAN! GREAT IDEA, ACTUALLY! ( Where's the nearest locker oh gods. )

I'm back! D- Did anyone. . . Miss me? No? G- Go fuck myself? Okay!

( spawns into a match like a lost minecraft villager. )

Hopefully, nothing horrific.

// would be so quirky of me to come back and use this one person's brilliant idea of Killer Dwight to revive dwight w/ fr