Chapter 3

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JAKE'S POV
      I had died on hook to the same killer I had seen the last game. He seemed off though, he didn't seem like he wanted to brutally murder me with his knife. He seemed like he wanted to brutally kiss me. Alright that joke was bad, but from how he was acting, he didn't seem like how he normally did before when I went against him. These last two rounds he's been acting incredibly weird, fortunately I saw Dwight, David, and Quentin sitting at the campfire. Maybe I could tell Dwight about what happened, but David would probably give some good advice on how to avoid that specific killer. So I thought for a while who I should talk to.. eventually I decided to talk to Dwight. He was pretty helpful in listening and maybe with his avoidance of killers, he could help me as well.
      I turned to look at Dwight, he was looking at the fire cracking like he always does. "Dwight?" I muttered before tapping him on his shoulder, he seemed like he was thinking about something. I had to nudge him on his arm before he actually looked up at me, "Sorry, Jake. What did you say?" Dwight's voice came out kind of lower than usual. I raised and eyebrow before just brushing it off, "Dwight, you know that one killer with the blue jumpsuit and the white mask?" I didn't know his name, but I could remember what he looked like. People just call him "The Shape" but I knew he had an actual name. "Yeah, I know the killer you're talking about. What about him?" How was I going to tell Dwight what happened these last two rounds..?
I asked Dwight if we could talk in private, supposedly to the Lampkin Lane area. I knew there was a possibility that The Shape was there but we were going to sit and talk in one of the houses anyways, so would it matter if he was there? I told David that I wanted to talk to him too, but I needed to talk to Dwight first. So Dwight and I went to Haddonfield, we went to the Myers house because that was the only one I was familiar with. Nobody was there so we just sat on the couch, first of all, I needed Dwight to help me with my injury in my side. The only reason I wasn't starting every match injured was because I couldn't feel it during matches till I got injured. Unfortunately, there was barely anything in the house to help me. So I'd just have to ask David instead.
      "So Dwight, he's been acting weird recently, like different from how he usually does. So the match I went on before the one I was just on, the one we both went into, something really weird happened." I had to explain to Dwight was happened but I didn't know how I would. Eventually I told him what happened and he said "Well, maybe try avoiding him all match? Or at least try and catch him in the act of stalking you. It'll be hard since 99% of the time you said you didn't know where he was till he just popped up out of nowhere." We sat there for a while talking about how I could avoid who Dwight eventually told me was Michael. The one thing I didn't know was that Michael had been listening to that entire conversation from upstairs.
      I thanked Dwight for giving me advice, and we were about to walk out the door to leave till I felt someone or something grab me by the back of my jacket. I could see Dwight while I was being pulled away, I was using all my strength to get away but it felt like whatever or whoever was pulling me was 20x stronger than me. I was pulled behind a wall and my back hit someone's chest, I was out of breath from trying to escape so I was breathing pretty loudly, and with my side injury I would get tired faster. A hand clamped over my mouth, I calmed down as I knew, I couldn't be injured by anyone outside of a match unless it was a injury from a match.
      Dwight noticed that I wasn't walking with him anymore about five seconds after I had been grabbed. Dwight had yelled out my name about seven times but no answer. I tried getting out of their grasp but their arm was wrapping around my stomach, so I couldn't move unless it was to more more back into their chest. The person had noticed that I was calmer and eventually started to pick me up, except it was bridal style. From that angle, I could see their face easily. Except it wasn't a face, it was just a mask, and the masked person was.. "Michael?" I muttered before going silent again. He stopped for a second to look at me, but then turned his head back up and started walking again.
      "Where are we going?" I questioned, he just looked at me again and kept walking. I'm guessing he just answered it with his breathing, but after a few seconds, we were at a room. He put me down on the mattress and walked away for around a minute before he came back with a bunch of stuff. He took off my scarf, jacket, and shirt. I watched to see what he was doing, I noticed he was about to put rubbing alcohol on my very much open and painful stab wound that HE gave me. Just as he was about to rub it on my cut, I jolted my body away. He looked up at me, you could tell he was annoyed. "Well you could at least give me a warning, do you have any idea how bad that stings?!" I hissed. He sighed pretty loud and he walked away, just as if he was going to try again later. Eventually, I fell asleep from the exhaustion of moving my eyes around just looking at whatever I could.

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