The Monsters' Favorite

Allergies

You were terrified to go back to trial. The moment you returned back to camp from... from... You rushed over to Dwight, struggling not to cry. When the two of you put some distance away from the others, you cried. And cried. And cried until your eyes ached and you felt like you were going to vomit. All Dwight could do was hold you tight. You didn't tell him what had happened. There was nothing that could be done. Death wasn't an escape. It would happen again, and all you could do was accept your fate.

You, of course, were dragged back into hell and ripped away from your only source of comfort in this never ending nightmare, Dwight. He tried to boost your confidence, really, the man obviously loves you dearly, but good God Almighty, he can't hide how he actually feels. He was scared for you, worried that you would get hurt again. That you would come back crying and traumatized again... You held his hand and smiled, pressing your forehead to his. You told him it's going to be okay. You'll be back before he knows it, and to get ready to be cuddled like he's never been cuddled before. And yeah, he laughs, blushes, and looks at you all shy, and the two of you sneak a quick kiss. But you're both absolutely terrified of what might happen. The only thing that you can do is give your best reassuring smile and pray to the Entity to have mercy on you.

The Thomson Farm. Oh no... You already hear the Hillbilly reving up his chainsaw from a distant corner of the map. Well, he's never been cruel, so maybe this won't be so bad... It was difficult for you to work up the nerve to move from your starting position, but you did manage to start moving. After two generators were already completed, but still... You saw a lone gen sitting in an old, rotting cornfield. Wrinkling your nose, you grimace, already feeling your nose begin to run and your throat get all scratchy. Damn moldy corn...

You carefully move through the rows of corn, moving so that you make as little noise or noticeable movement as possible. You're pretty sure it's all clear, but better to be safe than sorry, right..? No one's touched the gen, unfortunately, so it looks like it's going to take a while to fix up. You kneel down and try to focus on the gen, your itching nose and watering eyes proving to be a much larger distraction than you first anticipated. Tears of irritation streamed down your face. This was such a bad idea... No matter how many times you rub your eyes and nose, everything just keeps on running. You surely must look as shitty as you feel... Coughing, you let go of the gen-

Only for it to blow up in your face.

You jumped out of your skin, tears and underlying itch blind your vision. Son of a- As you were wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, the sound of a chainsaw grew louder and louder, and before you could react-

"RAAAAAA-!!"

"AAAAAHHHHH-!!!!"

"-CHOO!!!"

You stumble and fall flat on your ass, heart racing in your ears. It all happened so fast..! The Hillbilly... stood there? Looking down at you, maybe surprised ? Honestly, you were too. Especially when you couldn't stop sneezing. Repeatedly. Multiple times in a row. One after another, until your face was absolutely soaked in tears and snot. All you could do was sneeze and cough, and the killer just- All he could do was stand there awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot while staring just to the side of you. After a few more sneezes, you mostly had it under control. Mostly. You were still partially blinded by tears and it felt like someone had jammed feathers up both your nostrils, but you'll live. Probably...

"Hhhnngghh- I- Ugh- Shhhiiii- I c-can't- haaaa-..." You weren't sure what the killer was thinking, just standing there and watching you be miserable, but after a few more moments of you sniffling and coughing, he sets down his hammer, leaning it against the dying generator. Narrowing your eyes, you watch him dig into his back pocket and present... a handkerchief..?