The Monsters' Favorite

Introduction

   You just can't seem to be able to catch a break. It's been one shitty trial after another as of late, and they seem to be getting worse and worse. You watched the Trapper push poor Dwight's face into a bear trap while you were fighting off the Entity on a hook. Demogorgon had a hard on for tunneling you all throughout the last match you faced them, and ended up mori-ing you in front of your friends anyways. And the Shape of Haddonfield ended up slicing your clothes to ribbons in the last trial you had faced. Then he mori-ed Laurie in front of you. Again...

   Sighing heavily, you looked down at your ruined clothes. Stained and ripped in all the worse ways, it barely covers what's required of it anymore, with your plush stomach peeking out of your slightly too tight shirt, thighs squishing out of slits cut all down your shorts (that were once pants, you glumly remind yourself) and finally your chest, which had just enough cleavage showing to make you feel really gross. Like you were some kind of slut...

   "Hey, you doing ok?"

   You blink up in surprise as a familiar blond crouches into view.

   "Huh? Oh, yeah, Laurie... Sorry, were you saying something?" You ask, sheepishly rubbing your shoulder while slightly covering your chest with your forearm.

   "It's fine. Just checking up on you. You look, uh kinda..." Laurie paused, looking away uncomfortably.

   Like a slut? A whore? A dollar store hooker?

   "...tore up?" She finishes, giving me a tired smile. Laurie moves to sit beside me near the fire.

   "Heh, yeah... I guess just a bit." You mumble softly, staring absentmindedly into the fire. You really didn't want to talk right now, especially to her of all people. Not that you had anything against Laurie. Quite the opposite, in fact. You liked her and got along with her well enough, but seeing her get brutalized by her older brother mere feet away from your face made the prospect of talking to her a serious turn off.

   "Uh, well, maybe you should make an offering to the Entity and try to get some new clothes. I'll give you something to try to sweeten the deal, and I'll try to talk to the others about helping you out, ok?" She gives you a tired, but warm smile. She seems genuine with her proposal, but you can't imagine why she would try to help you, given how everyone has been shafted in trials as of late.

   "That's really nice of you, Laurie, but you don't have to do that. Everyone is struggling right now, and it's just clothes. I can go without. It's not like we're all strangers here." You joked, letting your arm fall from your chest. It wasn't completely true. It did bother you, feeling this exposed in trials was going to suck, especially against the more perverted ones like Ghostface or the Legion, but it didn't feel right to have the others worry about you like that when they were struggling, too.

   Laurie smiles sadly, but nods in agreement nonetheless. "Alright, but just so you know, you're a helluva lot stronger than I could ever hope to be, Y/N." She pats me on the back then rises from her spot beside me. "Be careful, ok? Who knows what will happen next."

   "Yeah, you too..." You couldn't help but to feel a little uneasy at her parting comment. Maybe it's just the past trials getting to you, but your stomach wouldn't stop knotting up anxiously. Surely the worst is over, right?

   Right...?