The Monsters' Favorite

Invisible Man VS Thicc Thighs (The Wraith)

   You had a hard time remembering the last trial you were in. The memories are spotty and blurred, like a dream. No, not a dream, a fucked up nightmare. You refused to believe that you actually enjoyed being violated by those killers. It couldn't have happened the way you remembered, right? Your clothes were still intact when you awoke back at camp and, yeah, you were sore as hell, but you weren't that fucked up. Not enough for that horrible dream to be true. It must have been some messed up wet dream that you had while you were T.K.O.-ed from face planting in that window frame when you were being chased. Yeah, that's definitely it. Right...?

   As far as the climate in the survivors' camp goes, it's been business as usual so far. Questions were asked about the last trial you were in, and you shrugged off the prodding inquiries as well as you could. Told everyone that you broke your nose and passed out. When you came to, everyone was already gone so you took the hatch out. Claudette, Jake, and David were more than a little annoyed that you managed to bullshit your way out of the trial with minimal effort, but they'll get over it, eventually.

   Of course, another trial was upon everyone and, much to your chagrin, you were chosen once again. It wasn't odd to be a part of multiple trials back to back, you just really didn't want to be back in one so soon. Then again, with all the odd looks you've been getting, you're not sure if you can stomach being around other survivors like this much longer. You felt...dirty, somehow. Guilty. Embarrassed. And something else you'd rather not acknowledge. It's getting under your skin and making you feel oddly...warm.

   Autohaven Wreckers was the domain of today's trial. Well, not today's, but, eh, close enough. The fog seemed extra thick, this trial. Someone must have used an offering, you supposed. The air was heavy and chilled. You rubbed your arms and legs together, gooseflesh breaking out all over your skin. You feel like you're being watched, already, even though you haven't even moved from your starting position. You could be paranoid, but decide to err on the side of caution, anyways. Sticking low to the ground, you carefully shuffle your way forward. It's ok. Everything is fine. No need to freak out just yet. Just find a gen and go from there...

   It was waaay too quiet. No screaming. No chainsaws. No bestial roars. It was just quiet. You started on a generator by yourself, making sure to keep your surroundings in check while being mindful of any possible skill checks. In the distance, there is a loud pop! Someone's missed a skill check, which is unfortunate, but it's still damn near silent, and it's really starting to make you uneasy. Behind you, you could have sworn you heard something. Maybe the crunch of grass beneath another's feet, maybe just the wind. You look behind you and see...

   Nothing...

   You begin to sweat, feeling nauseous from the sudden spike in adrenaline. Damn, you need to get a hold of yourself. You're practically jumping at shadows...

   Rubbing the back of your neck, you drop to your knees, allowing your burning calves a brief respite from your constant crouching. If only I were more in shape like Meg... You muse silently, pinching the fat of your thigh. You'd think with all the running around you've been doing for God knows how long, you'd lose some weight, but, alas, somethings just aren't meant to be, it seems...

   Crunch...

   You freeze. That was definitely something! Mind racing, you prepare to bolt. It could be another survivor. It could also be any number of killers like the Pig or Ghostface. You slowly crane your neck to the side, looking behind you once more. Carefully observing your surroundings, you look left, then right, then behind, then back around left again.