Quentin's POV
I finish eating breakfast, and so does Danny. I look up to him, and see him playfully scared.
"What" I say laughing a bit.
"Please don't eat me" he says laughing. I start laughing too.
"No promises" I say, smirking. Does that count as flirting? Did I just flirt with Danny? I mean I have before, and have made it obvious that I like him. I'm just anxious to make the first move. I've never been in this situation before.
"You know what I just realized" Danny says.
"That penguins look the same in black and white movies as they do in real life?" I respond with, jokingly.
"Wow, you're a mind reader haha. Nah, I realized that Meg doesn't know what I look like. Do you think I could pass for a survivor?" Danny asks. I realize his plan. Act as a survivor and then reveal his identity.
"You could easily pass for a survivor. Just wondering though, how would that work... since you're a killer and all" I ask, genially concerned on how all of that would fit together.
"I think I can help there" we hear the entity say. Danny and I look at each other and smirk.
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Meg's POVSo I'm sitting there, barbecue sauce on my tities. Nah just kidding. I have the weirdest thoughts to myself. I wonder where Quentin is. He's probably in a match, but it's been at night that he's gone too. I'm missin my Quentin, like a lot.
He's my best friend here.
"Boo" I hear. I spin around and with natural reaction, punch towards whoever just screamed boo in my ear. Totally not scared. I don't feel my fist make contact, and thank fucking god it doesn't.
It's Quentin.
"Jesus, hi to you too" he says. I give him a huge hug.
"It's not like you said hello haha" I say. He laughs.
"I missed you, where have you been?" I asked.
"I wasn't feeling too good, so I slept in the corner of my tent where there is a slight breeze" he says. Ohhhhh that makes sense. All I did was glance into his sleeping tent.
"I gotcha" I say smiling.
"Hey guys, we've got something over here" we hear Felix yell. Quentin and I look at each other confused, and run over to the center.
We see everyone circled around something on the ground. I push my way through. Holy shit.
A new survivor. He's passed out in the ground but he's handsome as hell. Pitch black hair, blue eyes, a sharp jawline. Overall, nice features. Even laying down, you can tell he's tall. He's wearing a black long sleeve, with a vest on top. He's got black jeans with a chain on the side, and swat boots. Goth much?
(I know this chapter is shorter than the rest, but it's cause it is going into a whole other chapter that has length. Thank you!)
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