The Only One

The Shape x2

Laurie stared at Jake, panic clearly arising within her, but, she already proved to be a force to be reckoned with, as she stayed relatively calm. "It's alright Laurie, I'm sure he didn't catch us, we left way too fast. Besides it usually takes killers a while to understand her fun." He briefly mentioned the entity, not wanting to frighten Laurie or raise her panic. "I'm going to return to the generator, you can stay and work on this generator. If you run into him, run as fast as you can back to me, I'll provide a good distraction for you, Laurie. You're getting out of this one alive, I swear on it." Jake stated that with an intense, but comforting tone, which convinced Laurie to do as she was told. Jake nimbly crouched back to the generator, knowing it was close to being done, nothing kicking the gen could stop. That's when he saw him for himself, a muscular , 2 meter tall male, with broad shoulders, and a white, eerie mask. He stared at the man, mesmerized by this new beast, before he slowly realized, the man had noticed him as well. "Oh fuck." He finished the gen, hearing the loud pop, before running away, running straight to a loop. From a survivors perspective, this map was amazing. He quickly vaulted the window, but, he had underestimated the mans speed and mobility, and with one swift yank, he was pulled back over the window, brought straight back to stare into the other mans eyes. He felt, so inferior, but still showed his snarky personality. "What big boy, mad that I finished your generator?? You know, it would help if you were a teensy bit smarter!"

The much larger male stared at him, not saying a word. "What, cat got your tongue Big boy?" He taunted once more, smirking at the fact that the killer seemed to be getting a slight bit more agitated, or so he thought. In reality, Michael was toying with him, and he didn't even know it. The much larger mute brought him to a hook, before letting out a large huff, and walked him off to a separate house, with no generator in sight. Despite Jakes struggles and kicks, the mans grip wasn't loosening, he wanted him, bad for some reason. The mute looked at him, giving him the blankest, most spinechilling look as he set him down on a couch located upstairs. Jake understood he wanted him to stay, and at this point, he was unable to go anywhere, currently, as he was at the mercy of the must larger, stronger male.

*The Shapes perspective*
I loved staring at the much smaller boy, enjoying toying with him, and I honestly thought he was a bit.. interesting. His efforts and snarky behavior was not exactly appreciated though, but at the same time... I'm also disappointed that he doesn't.. scream like the others. When I hit them or grab them they usually scream in terror, but he, he replied with a snarky attitude, which.. annoyed me...
*All POV's*
Jake stared as the man studied him for a moment, before he was off, stalking survivors and what not. It had been an hour in the realm.. and he had heard the horrified screams of Claudette and Dwight already, cringing at both of them, wanting to help ever so badly, but.. he couldn't. Michael was having trouble chasing down Laurie it seemed, as she was fast and able to avoid his Jabs, which she had been doing for years. She had a key, that Claudette had given her before she had perished to the tall Mute, and she had found the hatch. She quickly shoved the key into it, and it clicked. She forced open the hatch and jumped through. The end game, had questionably not started.. and Jake was.. getting a bit worried. If even the entity wasn't letting him go, then what was The stalker going to do to him??
He slowly wandered into the house, having to sort of lower his head if he wanted to go through the door. He heard the soft tapping and humming coming from a small, young man. The young man instantly stiffened as the large mute walked into the room, breathing heavily. Jake shook, his body stone cold as the mute with the mask sat across him in a chair, still hovering over him height wise, as he was literally a foot taller than him. Jake stared at the man, who made no movements, and said no words. "So.. I.. Ive heard of killers doing this to certain survivors.. but.. I don't understand.. do you want something from me??" The taller of the two stayed quiet, but blinked softly at him. Jake viewer that as a yes, but was still confused, as he didn't understand the mans motives. "Do you.. need to say something to-" Jake was swiftly cut off by the man randomly standing up and walking towards him, gripping his shoulders tightly, staring down at him, before ripping him up and pushing him against the wall, easily able to hold him up with his leg pushing him up, and one arm holding his hands hostage above his head. The mute would raise his hand to Jakes face, which Jake immediately shied away from, expecting a large slap to resonate throughout the room, followed by the throbbing of a hard slap, but instead, he felt... the man was caressing his face, more so his scar had on his cheekbone from an encounter with the Nurse outside of the playgrounds. The mute let out a soft grunt, clearly questioning the mark. Jake gulped, staring at the mans face, which was locked onto the scar. "The Nurse— Sally.. I was walking through the forest near the campfire when.. I ran into her.. on the killer sides of things when she first came here.. it's been.. I don't know.. a long time I believe since this incident." He swallowed thickly as the man continued to caress and massage the mark, not showing how he truly felt. Jake, slowly becoming more aware of how he was slowly becoming hard from the mans knee, the mute seemed to be unaware, with Jake continued praying for. After a few more minutes, Michael decided he was tired of that, and brought him to the hatch, letting him go, without a word. He stalked off, without looking back, and Jake took the hatch and left. The only thoughts he could have was "What the absolute fuck just happened..."