Enmity

Him.

   The killers side in the entity's realm makes it so the residence on that side can't usually communicate with each other, but that doesn't mean it isn't possible. You may roam around as much as you please into the other killer's territories; but it's up to them whether or not you can do it again. The Legion and The Shape don't like it whatsoever when others come near their territory in the woods. They like their privacy, and they're gonna keep it that way. Billy, or "The Hillbilly," doesn't necessarily hate company. As scary as he may seem, at the end of the day he's just a man who grew up with no comfort or friends. You often visit him, sometimes bringing your gifts from the entity to Billy as well.

   To put it lightly, you are on okay terms with half of the killers here in the woods. As long as you don't piss them off, they'll leave you be. Same goes for them, if they keep their distance from you no fights would break out. The survivors side of the entity's realm seems to be a bit more cozy. They all live in this house together, which is automatically better than what you and the other killers have. Some of the killers live in small shacks, the ones who do well in their trials are gifted cabins, and some even sleep on the hard ground with nothing but a blanket to keep warmth. Everyone is spread out, though. No ones shacks or cabins are ever in close proximity.

   You live in this shack that seems to be well kept and strongly held in one of the corners in the woods. But that's only because when you first came to this hell hole and started to win trials, you would ask the entity for supplies to fix the shack you were given to stay in. The entity will reward you ALMOST anything when winning trials. It has to be reasonable, and you can't ask to go back to your old life.

    As of now, you were currently still working on your shack. No, it wasn't perfect, but you wished to make it as stable as you could. While hammering some wooden planks onto the small roof, you could hear footsteps and the crunching of leaves on the ground. You ignored it, though, thinking one of the killers was just passing by and didn't want any trouble.

   "Honey, I'm home." That voice. That fucking voice. You knew exactly who it was before even turning your head to see a man dressed in all black with a white mask from the horror movie 'Scream.' You and The Ghostface had a weird relationship. He will waltz in whenever he pleases, annoy and pester you, flirt, and then leave as if he didn't piss you off. You never understood what his deal was and why he would always do the same shit every day with you. You're not even the only one who he fucks around with, he does it to other killers and survivors as well. At this point, you just started to think he gets off to being degraded and fought with.

   "What do you want, Danny?" Your tone was usually always monotone and you never really put emotions into your words unless you were angered. "Ooh, we're on first name basis now? I love how we're taking the next step into our relationship." You could feel your eye lightly twitch from that statement. "If you want something, just straight up ask for it you prick. I'm not in the mood for your dumbass mind games. Didn't I tell you last time to stay the hell away from my territory? Let alone away from me?"

   "But darling, I can't stay away from you. Why don't you come down from that roof and give Danny a big ol' kiss, hm?" He whined playfully, and you just knew he was smirking under that ridiculous mask of his. You wanted to snap his neck, slit his throat, beat him to a pulp. But you couldn't do that, because the entity said itself no violence between killers is allowed. And Danny knew that. That's why he did this shit, because he knew he could get away with it.

   You scoffed at his suggestion, flipping him off before going back to hammering nails into the wooden planks. "Oh come on baby, I know you've missed me. Don't deny it. Come down and talk to meee." There's that whiny voice again. It took you every fiber in your being to hold yourself back from throwing the hammer at that jackass's face. He continued to whine and beg for you to come down, yet you never satisfied him in doing so.

Almost like the entity was on your side, dark fog started to swarm around your body. It was time for you to go to a trial. Honestly? You're excited. You get to take your anger and hatred out on the survivors. You stood up, waiting to be brought over somewhere else. "You have to go already? So sad, so disappointing," he pouted. You didn't have to think twice before replying. "Thank fucking god I get to leave. You're a real pain in my ass, go annoy someone else when you got free time because honestly I-" you were cut off as you completely disappeared in the entity's fog and were brought to that small waiting area. Danny chuckled at how you were cut off from telling him off. After standing at your shack for a little bit, he walked away.

You wanted to yell at him some more, you really wanted to give him a piece of your mind and hurt him. Yet you were interrupted in the process. All you know is that the survivors that got you as their opponent are real fucking unlucky.