In love with a survivor (Dead by daylight)

Chapter 3, The talk

The huntresses home is always so loving and its a place if peace and quiet. Until... .

Frank opened the door and slammed it behind him. "Anna? Are you here? I have some questions... which I am incapable of understanding... .", he shouts and waits for an response. No nothing to hear. "Oh alright, thats toootally fine". He takes off his mask and invites himself into the home of his self proclaimed mother. The owner of the hut, has the tendency to kidnap and adopt children. Mostly girls, but at times she also takes liking to steal some male survivors over to her house from the trials. Frank walks around to look at some of the display, though moreover he was interested in finding someone new. He mumbled quietly infront of himself about a basement, in which he could find these children. Though no luck. There really was no one home. Not in the basement and no one chained to the wall next to the door. Anna had there some toys, which she made herself as well as stole from by passers. He lifts an old teddybear and than thorws the toy out of anger against the wall. The teddybear falls to the ground and Frank gives it a disgusted look. He sighed, as he continued lungering around looking at trophies. A noise? From the stairway? Musst be my imagination... this house is so old and plain boring at times... .

A while passed by until the door finally swung open and the Huntress entered her home. ''Anna!!!", Frank gasped. She seemed a little pissed as she walked pass him with an unconciouse girl sliding over the floor. "You know, I have been waiting here for sooooo long for you...". She didn't say anything just went to the toy corner to chain up the girl she caught. "So how was your daaay?", he asked slowly. Though Anna remains with her mouth shut. Although he saw the massive blood stain on Anna's clothing, he wasnt bothered much by that. Frank ignored the red flaggs his brain was giving him and continued his small talk. "I have an.. issue and I dont know how to... well I like this gurl maybe... ", Frank stuttered a little since he didn't really came with a plan and stopped in his tracks as the girl seemed to raise her head towards them. Huntress smiled. "What a hurl, these survivors sure are a bunch!", she laughs and kneels before the girl with the ginger hair. "You are always my favorite girl take home", she boops her nose and makes her way up to Frank. "You were saying? Sorry I still felt the adrenaline from the match and didn't really notice you until now", she gives him a welcome home-ish hug and laughs. "Thanks Anna for listening... . You see I dont really remember, how about I just go?", he says trying to steal himself away. Though he was stopped before he could leave. "You said something about a girl that you like?", she reminds him. "A girl? Hehe, oh heh yeah.... I came for advise, but I see that you are busy so... I will just go", he exchanges looks with the girl chained up and his face becomes a bit reddish. He quickly put on his mask to not make the situation more akward for himself.

It turned out that he had to stay now and eat together with that girl. During the meal he had no intentions of hidding his face, though was rather trying to remain calm and not exchange eye contact with her. The silence appeared to be uncomforting for the both of them. "Soo you are in love with one of the survivors?", she calmly approached him to break the quiet. Even though he didn't seem to want to have this talk with her, he still replied. "I thought you were unconciouse... . Nevertheless, I do like a specific girl but I don't think she likes me nor knows about my existance...". He starres down on his plate. Waiting. "I think that is great, I think you should try to get to know her better and-", he interrupts her. "She wouldn't even dare to look at me, she is disgusted with my appearance". Guilt crosses her mind, since she didn't necessarly had good relations nor the comfort to talk to the killers. "That can't be true... . You seem to have a nice side too...", she gave him a polite smile. "What was your name again?", she asked him and looked into his eyes. "Morison, Frank Morison and yours was Meg right?". "Yeah, Meg Thomason.", she answered.
"Meg what do you think I should do?". "Talk to her! Make her appreciate you.", she quickly said. She seems to be very into knowing, whom I fallen for... . Frank thought to himself. "I like your energy. Though I can't just smack her in the face and ask her to be mine. I could try ...". Meg gives him a questionable expression and than points at him. "I don't think any girl would like that". "So what do you like? What would your dream guy do for you?", he asked her with an evil smile. "Well, that's a good question... .", she takes a moment for herself to think and then snaps with her finger tips. "A sensitive guy, one that can protect me when I am in need, one who doesn't appear scary to me, who treats me right and respects my privacy. Oh and doesn't get jelly of my relations with friends. I mean that be kinda cute", she chuckles. "That didn't really helped, what specificly would have this guy to do for you? Or girl... I don't want to-", Meg touches his hand and interupts him. "I don't know about that, but I think I prefer men. If he were to bring me flowers and take time outside the trial to get to know me, that would be a begining.", her smile quickly became an unhappy one. "You ass did you really had to bring a dang mori? Like seriously!? We didn't even do anything before the match to provoke that.". Compared to when he killed her during the trial. She now seemed quiet scary and mad. "Yeah, right... . I wasn't even in need of a mori to get a 4k.", he sounded apologetic, but the words he choosed surely didn't excuse his actions. "Dang tough crowd huh? Meg he was joking.", Anna interfiered. Though only the two killer could laugh at such. Frank gives her a jerkish smile. "Maybe let's do something else. Wanna take a run after this?", he asks her challenging. "You really don't want this conversation, do you?", she laughs. "You got me".