The Shapeshifter | Deleted Chapters

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Almost every survivor was sat around the camp with bored and tired expressions. It was a slow close to the long day and the Entity's trials seemed to end for the night, giving them free time to lounge. Some spoke amongst themselves, while others chose to relax in self silence.

"Hey..." Dwight began in his usual scaredy-cat voice, clearly building up his courage to even ask a question to the entire group. But heads turned his way nonetheless. "Which killer scares you guys the most?"

A few people just scoffed at the question, not wanting to give an answer. But the others hummed as they fell into thought. It was a rather difficult thing to answer.

"Pyramid Head. How is this even a question?" Zarina said first. There was no humanity in the creature. It was born of chaos and penitence, leaving no room for anything else.

"Are you serious? You understand what Freddy is right? Dream demon? Murderer... Predator." Quentin bit his tongue, turning to look in a different direction as thinking about the man made him feel sick.

"You said it yourself. He gets his power from our fear. All the more reason to just ignore him. You should be more afraid of the straightforward killers; Huntress for example." Jake eyed Quentin from across the camp.

"Embodiment of evil: Michael Myers? Are we forgetting that guy exists?" Nea jutted in. Although Laurie didn't like the girl, she was all aboard that train of thought.

"Doctor. Not only is he terrifying, but he screws with your head." Feng said quietly, her face hugging against the bark beneath her.

"Are we leaving out the Shadow? Eric? He's got the insanity of Trickster, mind meddling of Doctor and the fear factor of Freddy. I don't like him one bit." Claudette looked down at the ground and went quiet. She understood it was just a... glitch of sorts that made him into that murderous side. But it scared her.

Yui squinted at her as if mishearing who she was saying. But when it registered, she gave a short and quick laugh.

"Him? Really?" She tilted her head. Claudette murmured in confirmation as she watched the blonde's face twist in amusement. "He isn't the least bit scary. Killer mode or survivor mode."

"I beg to differ." Yui's eyes ran over Meg as the girl's muttered words were barely noticeable. She felt a pang of guilt for saying that in front of the redhead, but she swallowed it down as she waited for someone else to speak.

"Pinhead. Fuck that guy." Claire pursed her lips as she recalled that first match against him. The one where she had been fucked up by those chains and turned into a thirsty little teen.

"Fuck that guy? Nah, nah, nah. Hard pass." Steve snapped his fingers in a rhythm as he couldn't think of anything worse than that. The dude was creepy.

"Okay, well, if we're talking about fucking-" Quentin began. It sounded as if he was about to throw in his two cents, when in reality he was about to state his departure from the conversation.

"Nope. We ain't having this conversation, kiddos." Bill exclaimed as he approached from the trees, the fire lightened up his aged skin like Christmas decorations.

"Sorry, gramps. Forgot we aren't allowed to have fun." Feng huffed. The drowsier she got, the bolder she grew when it came to talking back to people. Her sudden extroverted response made Bill tut his tongue.

Claire laid down with a quiet groan, placing her head in Jill's lap none too slyly. The latter seemed unbothered by it, blinking slowly as she felt her own need to sleep rising.

Dwight sighed, eyes shutting as fatigue came over him. David patted his shoulder from beside, smiling his way softly.

A few people shuffled down from their seated positions to start laying down. It wasn't like they were given blankets or sleeping bags, so it was all about huddling close to the fire to stay warm.