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play with your food - michael myers ♡

CW: smut

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That cold, brooding feeling overwhelmed you once again as you were engulfed by a thick and dark mist. Considering how long you had been partaking in the trials, the dread you still experienced was surprising. But then again, how does one get used to it? The overwhelming feeling of fear cut through you like a knife, but not just any kind of cut. A cut made with an old, rusty knife digging into soft skin. The first thing you got to work on was the generators, which although seemed complicated to work with were pretty simple.

You just connected the wires with the matching colored ones and waited for it to spark, meaning it was the right one. You brushed a hair behind your ear and breathed out a shaky sigh. This was something you had to learn to get accustomed to. Most of the survivors had already, all of them except for you. Though you would never tell anyone, everytime you went to sleep in your cabin awaiting the next trial, you couldn't help the tears that pricked your eyes and the feeling of your heart catching in your throat. The thoughts seemed to cloud your mind, Nea, who was in front of you snapped her fingers in front of your face.

Knowing Nea, she didn't mean anything by it - she just wanted to grab your attention. You winced and made a soft "huh?" noise.

"We finished the generator, we still have three left."

She reminded you in a stern, yet soft voice. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded quietly, following Nea to the next generator. Nea cursed softly, hiding behind a car. Crouching, you were able to make out the killer who was in a chase with Claudette, one of your other teammates. You cringed at the sound of a piercing scream. She had been downed.

You felt bad for Claudette, she was such a sweet and caring individual that always looked out for everyone. Furrowing your eyebrow, you awaited Nea's cue to keep moving. You trusted her ability to keep you both hidden. Nea was known for her stealth.

"Shouldn't we go get her?"

You whispered to Nea softly, following her to the next generator. Nea shook her head and looked back at you.

"One of our other teammates can go unhook her. For now, we have to work on these generators. That way everyone can get out."

You nodded. She was right. You were sure that Bill
would go save her. As soon as you reached the generator, you got to work and began cautiously fixing wires and occasionally checking the label on the back of the panel for the instructions. You let out a soft hun of concentration. Something... Didn't feel right.

You took a glance behind you, but nothing seemed to be out of place. It must've been my imagination. You thought, but your suspicions were confirmed when Michael lunged at Nea who hadn't noticed him lurking, immediately knocking her down. You stood there frozen, staring at Michael who hadn't yet picked Nea up to hook her. He stared back at you - well, he was wearing a mask. But you could feel his cold stare boring into your soul.

What the hell am I doing? You bolted the opposite direction, looking behind you only to find Michael still staring. He picked up Nea and began to walk away, presumably to go hook her. You crouched behind one of the houses in the backyard, composing yourself and steadying your breathing to the best of your ability. Fuck. Guilt washed over you almost immediately.

If you hadn't been so in your head, Nea never would've gotten hurt. A shrill scream broke you out of your thoughts, causing your entire body to tense. It was Nea. He had already hooked Nea. That pang of anguish pierced you like a dagger, an unpleasant fluttering in your stomach. One that almost told you I'm next.