CHRIS POV
Y/N perked up as we walked outside.
"WAIT! Don't... move..."
The flamethrower guy said,
"Y/N what is it?"
"Wendigo, I don't recognise it's scent."
I felt something moving quickly in our direction.
The flamethrower guy bolted, me following after.
"RUN! GO! NOW! NOW!"
Y/N ran after us.
"GUYS NO WAIT!!!!"
An ungodly creature jumped in front of us. Spider like limbs, distorted to fuck.
"HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK!?!"
The Stranger let loose on his flamethrower,
"BACK! BACK!"
This was too much to process.
"God DAMN-"
"We're right out in the open, we gotta GET OUT OF HERE!"
I stood in horror as the creature decapitated the stranger's head and it rolled into the snow,
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!"
The creature stood on the ground and turned to me,
"Oh shit..."
I heard a voice shout in the distance,
"JACK... NO!!!"
Suddenly Y/N materialised out of thin air above the creature, driving two small knives wreathed in flame into its back.
"AH, CHRIS FUCKING RUN!!!" (In game terms, this skips the first QTE)
So I bolted down the path back to the lodge.
I glanced back to see Y/N being thrown into the shed, the creatures gaze falling onto the only moving prey.
"Fuck fuck fuck!!!"
I ducked under a log and prepeared my shotgun just in time to send the creature flying back down the path,
"Ugh!! Yeah! Suck it!"
I jumped down off of a ledge, my leg giving way as I felt something give way under my leg.
I moved towards the back entrance, a vague image of Ashley in the doorway window.
I saw the creature again on top of a wooden frame that had gas barrels underneath them for the fire in the fireplace.
Suddenly as it was jumping down a sword flew out of nowhere and impaled it into the wood.
It screamed and writhed as a figure jumped down the same way I came from,
"CHRIS I SAID RUN!!!" (This skips the third QTE)
I ran towards the door, Y/N settling with the wendigo.
Buying me time.
"Oh thank God! Please, let me in, quick!"
Ashley was there at the door, let me in with a flash.
"Chris! Oh my God, what happened?!"
"We gotta go, that thing was like right behind me, Y/N is currently fighting it."
"Y/N IS FIGHTING IT???!!!"
"COME ON. GO, GO, GO, GO, GO."
And we both ran down to the basement.
We got down to the basement, guilt weighing on my conscious. Fuck was Y/N gonna die?
Emily spoke up,
"Oh my God! Guys! Thank God!
Sam was clearly panicked.
"What took you so long?"
I didn't know what to say
"It's not so good up there right now-"
Mika made a snarky comment,
"Understatement of the night."
Everyone ignored him. Sam had a wave of realisation hit her.
"Chris where's the Flamethrower guy and Y/N?"
"Ah yeah, the flamethrower guy he was just... torn apart... right in front of me."
Sam was starting to freak out,
"But where's Y/N?"
"He's up there... fighting the wendigo..."
"WHAT!!!"
Sam bolted out of the cellar, followed by Mike who was handed Chris's shotgun.
SAM'S POV
We came up to the back door to see Y/N posted on the banister, bleeding from a wound in his chest.
"Holy mother shit, Y/N???"
"In the flesh... Sam..."
He began to collapse as I caught him and began to drag him down to the cellar.
Mike had the shotgun trained at the door, backing up as we went.
Everyone swarmed to the door as Y/N came through.
His eyes were weirdly glowing from blue to white to blue again.
I put him on a small sofa, his head on my lap as a pillow.
I checked over his wounds,
"Fuck Chris what the hell happened?"
"Well when the flamethrower guy... died. He just came out of thin air, wrestling with the wendigo and getting thrown into the shed. The wendigo came after me, I shot it... I fell down a cliff hurting my leg... The wendigo was about to jump at me from the gas barrel shelter when Y/N threw his sword thing into it and impaled it into the wood. It broke free forcing him to start fighting it to buy me time to get here I presume."
I inspected his wounds closer to find a set of five holes in his chest, all in a row.
And...
They were closing...
Slowly but they were still closing, wow.
He began to sturr.
"Ah, Sam? Hey... Chris... He..."
"Yes Chris is back, but I take it the flamethrower guy is gone."
He grew quieter.
"Oh fuck... Jack... Shit..."
A few beads of tears forming in his eyes.
"I never wanted this..."
"None of us did Y/N."
"Yes but me and Jack could have prevented it but no. I had to be me."
"Yes Y/N you are you. Which is a kind, caring and well built man."
"Why do you flatter me? I'm not worth it."
I grabbed his face, hands both on his cheeks.
"You are always worth it to me Y/N. Now get some rest, half an hour should do you fine."
His head settled back onto my lap as he fell asleep.
Y/N'S POV
Butterfly...
This wendigo had a butterfly on its shoulder...
Where have I seen that before?
A/N- Enjoy and stay frosty my dudes
