You can't go back. Not after what happened last trial. He fucking saw! Dwight caught you not only with your pants down, but with you being fucked by the Demogorgon. And you didn't even bat a fucking eyelash at it. How? What the fuck is wrong with you?! You can't go back. You can't. They all have to know. Right? Right??? But... but where can you go..? Should you chance going back? You'll be pulled into a trial sooner or later, so, should you just rip the bandaid off now? God, you don't know. You don't know what to do...
You were already on your way back to camp out of sheer habit. Guess I already made my mind up... You felt sick. Sick! They're all gonna chase you out. Scream at you. Hate you. They hate you. They must, right? You couldn't stop shaking. Couldn't stop thinking. Couldn't stop the aching between your legs...
There they are. Some huddled around the fire, some sitting on the ground or on fallen logs. And him. Dwight. Standing off to the side by himself. You prayed that he wouldn't notice you, but he immediately locked eyes with you. And looked away, blushing. You're frozen in fear. He knows. But... no one is screaming or threatening you. Even he isn't confronting you. He... didn't tell anyone, did he..?
"Hey."
You practically jump out of your skin as David clasps you on the shoulder. Hard. It took every ounce of your willpower to not burst into tears.
"Dwight feels bad about you gettin mori-ed, or whatever 'appened. Kept tellin 'im that shite 'appens, but you know 'ow 'e is." ... mori-ed..? Dwight, he... he lied to everyone..?
"O-Oh, y-yeah... Um, I'm not mad or a-anything, you know, a-already dead and all that. So, uh, I guess I'll just-"
"Tell 'im to stop kickin 'is own arse, yeah? 'e looks fuckin miserable." David pats you on the shoulder and leaves you standing there. Absolutely pissing yourself in fear. Talk to Dwight..? No. Nope. I can't. Can't! No way..! No!
You began to shuffle towards him. Oh my God. What the fuck am I doing right now?! I'm so fucking stupid. He's gonna yell at me. Scream and tell everyone what happened. I'm so fucked. I'm fucked. I'm-
"H-Hey, Dwight..." He glances over at you, but is unable to maintain any form of eye contact with you.
"H-Hey..." He nervously chews his nails, trying to hide his blush. Oh God...
"U-Um..." What the fuck are you suppose to say? ' I'm sorry you caught me fucking the Demogorgon.'? Jesus Christ...
"I'm sorry I ran away." Wait. What..? You blink, confused.
"W-What..?" You're stunned. He's sorry. To you. For running away..?
"I-I feel like a coward. I saw you being hurt and I-I just... just..." Dwight sniffles, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. This isn't happening. This... is worse than what I was expecting...
"N-No! Don't- Dwight, you are not a coward! I-I was... already dead, okay? When stuff like that happens... I-I'm already... dead..." Don't cry. Don't cry. Please don't cry...
"I- yeah... I'm s-sorry..." He can't look at you. Every time he looks at your face he sees... sees that look of... Dwight shifts from foot to foot, shying away from your gaze. Though you don't notice, he's trying to hide something from you. And himself...
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FanfictionOne trial. All it took was one trial to change your relationship between not only the survivors, but the killers as well. The trust between you and your fellow survivors is forever broken, and the killers now pursue you for other reasons besides ple...