Player file 1 : BEN

Watch you

Just as Alex began to reach into his pocket, Smile jumped him,  giving you room to take off running past them, you could hear his screams but it didn't stop you.

You looked back, seeing Smile quickly catching up with you, your cousin shouting just behind you.

" You can run with your mutt Y/n, but you can't hide from me. I'll find you, I'll always find you!"

The words struck you cold, making you sweat more as you rushed back to the camp, to find no one there? You swallowed. Where was everyone?

You called out the three proxies names, you called Ben, but nobody answered. This made your anxiety pick up as you looked around. Deciding to disband as they had, you quickly began packing a bag. Being careful about what you picked,  as you packed Smile kept watch.

You looked down at the items you had gathered, along with Tim's duffle bag, figuring he wouldn't mind lending it out to you, you nearly smiled at the Mickey mouse ears on the front but quickly refocused on your task.

Cellphone Toby gave you, seemingly stuck at 70%, despite not having been charged in days. You wondered how it kept it's charge around Ben especially - it seemed like some items here had paranormal properties too, and it wasn't just Ben or the towering god ether.

Your eyes flicked down, a hoodie, to keep warm hopefully, especially in the rainy weather that seemed to cry down on you constantly. Next to it laid a few tools, a pair of strong wire cutters along with a crowbar- both belonged to the blood brothers. You knew they wouldn't care for these items to be taken, or so you hoped. You carefully placed those items in your bag, grabbing your journal along with extra mags for your gun, you paused. 

You chewed your lips, looking down at the bag, you couldn't fully depend on the gun. It could easily jam if it got messed up, although it was a beretta, and it gave you comfort to know that those guns tend to shoot well without clog, but the idea of dropping it, loosing any pieces, hell. 

You didn't even have a way to clean it if it got tossed off into the mud, which would for sure knock it out of commission. Just as you began to panic, you remembered something.

"Toby's toy shop" you breathed, grabbing your bag up and over your shoulder, bolting over to the small shack, shutting smile outside the door upon his refusal to go in, so you pulled the lock and snapped on the light. Surrounding you was, as you could describe it- a crack heads version of a work shop. Dangerous blades laid everywhere, broken, half finished, dull, and sharped ones all laying out in random assorted piles in the corner and hanging off the ceiling, in the other was an assortment of logs that had been cut and saved to become hatchet and axe handles. A sanding belt sat off to its right and to the left of it was a collection of tools, sand paper, and sanding stones. While smack dab in the middle of the room, shoved up against the main wall was a work bench with a hatchet head and handle pre-carved, all the little bits just waiting to be placed together, it was one he had been working on since before you got there. 

~flashback~

You yawned, stretching as you sat up. You back was sore from laying on the ground below you, but at the same time it wasn't the worst, nor something you weren't used to by now. You cringed as you pulled your sore body from the sleeping bag, and out from underneath Ben's arms. Your body was still freshly sore from the training session from the day before. You finally had a chance to train with Toby, and he didn't hold back on you. You still had a bruise on your lower stomach from him literally kicking you to the ground, though you did manage to get him back  when you head butted him in the nose, busting the boys  face. You chuckled a little at the memory as you stepped out the tent.

The look of surprise and shock, before he filled it all in with a goofy grin and a laugh "G-good one"  he had complimented, helping you stumble to your feet.