" My name is Sally Smithson, and I'm the killer that haunts this place." Sally introduced herself with a pleasant giggle. "Wait! Sorry, but are you?" He wondered weakly, still recovering from the scare. Thank you kindly~" Sally chuckled, giving a little curtsy.ĭwight watched the pale lady as she stretched her hand out in front of her, and then closed her fist tightly. "S-She went that way Ma'am." Dwight pointed towards the uneven path that Nea had took, not even caring about the rude girl. " Say, Dwight, have you seen a little bitch in a red flannel shirt and a beanie? If you tell me where she went, I'll keep you alive a little longer." She promised deviously, running her fingers along the edge of her bone-saw. " Dwight was it?" The woman asked - her tone as sweet as honey - and he nodded timidly. Dwight intrigued her, making Sally realise she didn't want to kill him yet and so she cocked her head. He reminded her of her past husband Andrew, especially his pretty eyes and posture. Sally drifted closer, inspecting the scared male shrewdly. "D-Dwight Fairfield M-Miss." Dwight stuttered, too afraid to even speak. " And who may I ask, are you?" The ghost nurse asked the shaking survivor in surprise, lowering her weapon. Her thin, pale gloves went up to her elbows, and she wielded a sharp bone-saw the edges glinting like ferocious teeth. She wore a flowing, cream-coloured gown tied back by a thick, leather belt.
The woman had an elastic bag over her head, cruel creases where her eyes and mouth should be. She was dressed like some sort of primeval, medical nurse. " I could've sworn I heard that Nea over here!" The woman growled viciously, and Dwight gawked at her. His heart sped up just worrying about which wild animals might be hunting in this place.Īnother harsh howl was heard and he yelled out in alarm when a ghostly being swung a bone-saw down onto the generator. What game was he and supposed others playing? What was lurking in the shadows? Go find Detty or Ace if you want to be fawned over." Nea shrugged, sprinting off into the crumbling ruins.ĭwight bit his lip, feeling even more stressed than he did before. "Wait! What game is this? Who are we escaping from? Please don't leave, I'm sorry!" Dwight ran to the window, begging for the beanie-wearing female to stay. "Fuck this, I'm not dying because of a newbie." She growled selfishly and hopped out of the conservatory-like window. "I apologise but I'm afraid not." He shook his head unhappily.
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You don't know how to play the game?" Nea stopped what she was doing in disbelief. "Wait, bibbity bobbety, back the fuck up. "Why are we doing a generator? I don't even know how I got here." Dwight asked, confusion colouring his tone. "Are you deaf? Yes a generator." She sarcastically snorted, getting to work. "A-A generator?" He repeated curiously as he readjusted his black-rimmed glasses. "Uh anyways, come help me do a generator." Nea seized his wrist and pulled him inside of the asylum. "Ma'am? What in the fuck?" She scoffed, snickering. "Dwi-Dwight Fairfield, Ma'am." Dwight replied - insanely polite as he shook her hand - and she threw back her head, laughing. What about you nerd? What do they call ya?" Nea introduced lazily, holding out her rough hand. She wore a red, checkered shirt with black pants both garments of clothing splattered with fresh blood, along with her confident face. "I-It's okay." Dwight stammered shyly, as he took in her appearance.
"My bad fam, didn't mean to scare ya." A dark-haired girl apologised bluntly, fixing her beanie that rested atop her head.
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Someone bumped into him, and he almost jumped out of his skin from shock.
Was there any other people around this area? Where even was this area, anyway?ĭwight stiffened in fright when a psychotic screech rang out across the lonely land, followed by an agonised scream. The neatly-haired male crept towards the asylum, terror trickling into his veins as the heavy atmosphere made it hard to think.
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