The Monsters' Favorite

Sweet Boy

This just wasn't right... This wasn't fair..! You didn't understand why this was happening. Throughout the trial against the Cannibal, it felt as though everyone was giving you the cold shoulder. If you were walking towards them, they would turn and walk the other way. If you found them working on a gen and decided to help? They would leave it. If they found you working on a different one, they would walk right by you like you're not even there. It was... It just didn't make any sense... And , quite frankly, it hurt your feelings. A lot...

Before long, it was only Feng Min and yourself, left. You never went for anyone that was hooked, and neither did she. In fact, you're pretty sure she hasn't done shit the entire time. Not that it matters. She'll be killed before long, and you're gonna have to do something sexual for the killer. That's just how it is now. You don't care anymore. Right now, you just want that bitch hooked already.

You were absentmindedly working on a generator. There was little point to continue, but you were still going through the motions. With not much else to do but sit around and wait for the inevitable, you figured keeping your hands busy was for the best. After all, I don't want to strangle Feng to death myself... You were bitter and angry, wanting it to be over with already. Feng was probably hiding somewhere like the coward she is, waiting on you to complete the gens so she can leave. Maybe I shouldn't be working on it, after all...

You end up not working on it, anymore, and just opt to sit against a broken wall that is beside the gen. You pick at the dirt underneath your fingernails, wondering why she hasn't been killed yet. The killer's terror radius began to creep into your ears, but you weren't terribly bothered by it. What happens, happens, and as long as Feng doesn't escape the trial alive, you couldn't care less .

Just as the Cannibal started to come closer, there was an almost deafening CLANG to your right that caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. What the fuck was-?! You just barely see a familiar outfit with a distinctive bright blue trim creep out of view. Did... Did she fucking just- The Cannibal bee lined straight for you, drawn to the loud noise. You looked up at him, holding his chainsaw with two hands, mask of someone else's face staring down at you, cocking his head to the side. You stare up at him and pause, glancing over to where Feng slithered out of sight. You shift to the side and raise your arm, pointing to where she was headed. The killer follows your finger with his head, turns back to you, then heads in that direction, quickly.

Five seconds. It takes him five seconds to find that traitor, and cut her down with his chainsaw. Feng's high pitched scream pierced your ears. You couldn't help but to smile. Good. Get what you deserve, bitch. You'll have to make sure to reward him properly for being such a good boy... The hook that Feng had sabotaged has already reappeared, and you can hear her struggling in the killer's grasp, desperate and scared. You should be scared... Oh, you should be terrified... A familiar warmth spread throughout your body, from head to toe, you felt fuzzy and giddy and needy...

Through lidded eyes, you watched the Cannibal lift Feng up and slam her against the hook, a wet squelch and a pained cry echoed around you. You rubbed your thighs together, before shifting to a kneeling position then standing on wobbly legs. Feng's head snapped over to you, tears and blood streaming down her face. Her lips twisting into a grimace, she whimpers before hanging her head, knowing better than to ask for help. She may not know why you aren't being attacked, but, really, the thought is far from her mind. All Feng can focus on is the shame that's eating her alive. It's no less than she deserves...