CAMARADERIE ━━━ Dead By Daylight

•THREE•

Once, what felt like years ago, Teya had been talking to the recently taken Cheryl. It was one of their first proper interactions and Teya was trying to distract her from the gruesome trial they hadn't managed to escape, they landed in the topic of reality TV.

"Nah," Teya said. "It's all fake."

She didn't know exactly which time Cheryl was from but she figured it was definitely before the internet turned the world more cynical. Probably either the late nineties or early 2000s.

"What? No, it's not. It's 'reality TV'!" Cheryl exclaimed incredulously, apparently completely appalled by the very suggestion.

"It's fake!" Teya insisted. "Like cowboys, ya know?"

Quirking an eyebrow, Cheryl levelled her with a disbelieving stare. Sometimes it was hard to tell when Teya was kidding. "You don't think cowboys were real?"

"Have you ever seen a cowboy?" Teya challenged.

"Well-"

"That's what I thought!"

And whilst she had been joking, she had no choice but to retract that statement— serious or not— when the Deathslinger had joined the Killer's ranks. And, as was typical for her, she was the only one to find that hilarious.

In present time, it was Teya's second trial of the day, and she was on a roll. Running through the halls of Hawkin's Laboratory with a spring in every step and a mirthful sparkle in her eyes. Turning her head, she yelled over her shoulder at the very real cowboy chasing her, "Hey, mister, can I try your hat on!?"

In response to her question the Deathslinger simply readied his grappling gun and took aim. A choked scream tore up Teya's throat as a large grappling hook, almost the same size as her entire torso shot through her midsection. To say it hurt would have been an understatement, if it weren't for the Entity's interference, Teya knew she would be dead-- if the blood suddenly pouring from her mouth wasn't a big enough clue. The chain attached to the hook rattled as it began to retract, pulling her closer to the smirking killer. Powering through the pain, she positioned herself behind a crate, crying out as the hook ripped itself out of her, unable to pull her to her death just yet. With nothing tethering her there any more, she was off. "I'll take that as a no?" Blood gargled in her throat as she spoke.

The old cowboy grumbled, winding the chain back completely before continuing his chase. After a few strategic loops and vaults, Teya was able to lose him, limping painfully through the laboratory. She needed to heal. Now. The Entity would only let her live for so long with that wound, a literal giant hole right through her organs.

''Tis but a scratch!'

Eventually she crossed Adam, who was instantly became hard at work healing her, wrapping bandages around her. It was almost comical, like putting a band aid on a bullet wound- it would not have worked back home.

"Why do you keep annoying the Killers?" Adam scolded softly. "You're making yourself an even bigger target than you already are."

"Because it's fun."

The disappointment in the teacher's eyes was seconded only by Claudette's, who was creeping towards them. "Feng is fixing the last generator, Teya go help her," the botanist ordered before turning to Adam. "We'll keep him off you until you're done."

Whenever Teya was in a trial with Feng, it always went by quickly. The chinese woman was a wizard with gens, rushing through them like a strike of lightening and disappearing like she was never there. Adam didn't protest against the plan, he knew why Teya, despite being the worst at repairing generators, was the one going. It was to prevent another hole being blown into her torso. Teya's shoulders slumped slightly but she agreed, too tired from healing from her injury to say no. "Yes, ma'am." She said, sneaking off in the direction Claudette had come from. She hated the drowsy feeling often felt after being healed but she supposed it was a small price to pay for not dying a horrible, painful death.