𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

╚» 𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐔 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬. «╝ — 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞! — 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐇𝐁𝐈𝐂. — 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬𝐬! — #DBDRP — #SassAssassin (©️ delvatore)

She hopes it works; no-one deserves to have their insides crawling with spiders. “Fingers crossed for you.” If luck was on his side, he wouldn’t manage to deliverance for once. How ironic.

// Killer Meg being called The Streak? Bc she just fuckin sprints at you faster than Legion or Blight and shanks you 😂

Meg smiles, wiping the blade against a handkerchief from her jacket pocket. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you my real name. It’s Meg.” She wasn’t sure if it was allowed for the killers to disclose their real name, but frankly the redhead didn’t give a shit.

Bringing the blade down upon him, Meg incapacitated the other swiftly, scrunching her nose up in disgust when she lifted his spider-riddled body. One even landed on her. Eww! “Up you go.” She wasn’t sure if placing him on a sacrificial hook would work but it was worth a shot.

Now after everything Meg has been through, she wasn’t vibing with the sight before her. “Okay, yeah I see. Let’s fix this.” She takes out a iridescent blade, intending on downing and hooking the poor soul.

And I oop- “You wanna talk about it?” Visible confusion.

Finger waves. “Hi there ~”

She’s been a good little servant for the Entity.... so can she now have a cute outfit, Spider Mom?!

Tackles @SpikedBattler, a blur of orange and yellow latching onto his lanky frame.

Meg is a good noodle (well as good as a murderous bundle of ginger joy can be). And he’s right; she didn’t blame him wholly.

The survivors doing the nasty has traumatised her poor little mind. Next, she’ll be hearing the killers are doing it too for Christ sake!

Ugh, it’s so dead. Time to be the life of the party.

It’s that time of the week again..... H hours! #SeductiveSunday

And that’s how Meg liked them; unsuspecting. A playfull eye roll and a snort to his statement. “You’re pretty and a boy sooo.....”

With a grin, she sauntered over to the male, eyes quickly flicking over his form. Damn his stupid body. “I’m just peachy.” Once she was as close as she wanted to be, her hand fell to her hip in a rather sassy manner. “What about you, pretty boy?”

“Hey there Harrington.” She smiles impishly, waving her fingers in a delicate wave. Meg would be lying if she said Steve wasn’t her favourite sight in this hellscape. But she couldn’t let that dictate her role on the opposing side.

“Need some help with that?” Winks playfully.

— 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 (©️ flawsrr)

God damn H hours. She’s going to blame the pesky survivors. Screw them!

Popping her gum one last time, Meg readies up to give chase, dropping into a low crouch. “Oh ho, I do enjoy a good workout.” She sprints after him, stealthily and silently, hearing his pitiful noises throughout the realm. This was so fun!