Jeckyl In The Fog - Tumblr Posts

He sat down across from Caleb, and grabbed the bottle.

“Not all of it, I tend to play classical songs from the 1730’s. From the time I was from before here, it was 2007. Theres a lot of different types of music. Some similar to what all of legion listens to, if you’ve ever heard their mix tapes.” He pauses to take a swig.

“Besides, my mom used to play songs like that for me growing up before…” his voice faded, reminiscing on the last time he saw his mother.

“It’s a long story, and not exactly a happy one.” He looked down at his beer and took another big swig.

“If you ever want more of these, I have a stash back at camp. Not even the other survivors know.” He tried his best to change the subject, before taking another drink.

“This place is, well, interesting to say the least. God knows how long we’ve all been here.”

Hidey ho Caleb! Could I trade ya a 6 pack of beer in exchange for playing the piano? …I miss being able to play my instruments…

Caleb was sat at one of the front tables of the dead Dawg with his feet resting apon it and was in the middle of cleaning his redeemer when he noticed the figure by the saloon doors, lifting his head up slightly from his current task.

He sat in silence for a moment to consider the request before replying in his usual western drawl, "Hmm... well that depends on who ya are, how ya got here and how good of a pianist you are, Mister"

“Yeah, my momma was the only one I had growing up.” He paused to delebrate what to say next. “Hopefully I’ll be seeing you around, even if it is a trial.” He finished off his drink before stopping to crack his knuckles, hands feeling slightly sore from being shoved in a generator.

“I should probably head back to the camp… I promise not to hop out of a tree on to ya, That’s saved for the crispy critter.” He stood up from the table and gave a small smile an a wave before walking out the doors and back into the fog. He turned back to the saloon looking once more at the cacti before the fog had thickened drastically. The last thing being seen of him being his ghoulish yellow eyes peering over his shoulder as he disappeared back into the fog, headed towards camp.

One thing being here for so long taught him was exactly where everything was, the fog was his only friend for a long time. Getting ‘lost’ right after meeting Dwight just to go out and enjoy the serene and calm lake about 5 miles from camp. He reminisced about first finding it before the faint orange glow of the camp fire out in the distance revealed its self.

Hidey ho Caleb! Could I trade ya a 6 pack of beer in exchange for playing the piano? …I miss being able to play my instruments…

Caleb was sat at one of the front tables of the dead Dawg with his feet resting apon it and was in the middle of cleaning his redeemer when he noticed the figure by the saloon doors, lifting his head up slightly from his current task.

He sat in silence for a moment to consider the request before replying in his usual western drawl, "Hmm... well that depends on who ya are, how ya got here and how good of a pianist you are, Mister"

Overheard outside of the survivors camp:

Jeckyl: I swear on my life if that burnt ass, flat ass, chicken nugget hurts or even thinks about Quennie I’m gonna Vietcong his ass to the point HES paranoid.

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…

Yeah, I think I’m a tad protective of Quentin, but he definitely deserves it.

Some art of @adorableinsomniac hope your sleeping well Quennie

Overheard at the survivors camp:

Jeckyl: ALRIGHTY WHERES FLAT ASS MCNUGGET, I JUST WANNA TALK.

…

*climbing up a tree*

WHERE ARE YOU FUCK FACE. I WILL JUMP YOU

Other survivors: W h a t. T h e. H e l l.

Quentin: Freddy morri’d me…

Jeckyl: AND NOW HES A DEAD SON OF A BITCH.

…

…

*distant screaming*

Jeckyl: WHAT DID I TELL YOU BITCH BOY. TOUCH HIM AND YOURE DEAD MEAT.

Overheard near the survivors camp:

Jeckyl: I’m going to sleep, if you wake me up and it’s not an emergency I’m gonna make it one.

...

...

...

Quentin: can I take a nap in here?

Jeckyl: yeah sure

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...

...

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Dwight: Hey, uh nea needs—

Jeckyl: is she dying?

Dwight: ... no?

Jeckyl: then start running

He looked up at him with a small smile. “I’ve been here for a while, I just tend to hide in the fog, seeing as trials for me are few and far between.” He let out a small giggle. “Hell, I’ve found it easier to be one with the fog but trials have started to kick into high gear so I guess my roaming around is quickly coming to a halt.” A look of surprise crossed his features. “Oh yeah, I guess I better tell you my name hehehe, I’m Jeckyl.”

Hidey ho Liam! How’s it going? If you ever wanna hangout, I’ve found some nice places in the woods not to far from the camp fire. I even tied a blanket to a tree for a hammock!

Liam looked up from his daze as he heard the new voice, a warm smile growing on his face once he was fully back.

"Uh everythings going as well as it can. Spending a bit of time away from the others sounds like it could do me some good from time to time, I'm also guessing your new round here? Don't think I've seen you about before"

“I’m Jeckyl.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “Go right ahead, the survivors camp fire is about 50 meters that way if you ever want to go there.” He said pointing off to his left. “And there’s a lake that way about 80 meters that way.” He said pointing to the right. “It’s not much but it’s a solid middle ground between the two. That and most people go directly back to the camp fire.” He said smiling at the girl. “Thanks for being here, if you want some more hot chocolate I have a camp stove with some more. I can get you some more if you want.”

hello

“Hidey go!! How’s is going? What brings you to my neck of the woods?” He asked looking up and the girl. “Stay for a while, I made come hot coco.” He held out a small metal mug in her direction.

“That’s completely understandable! I have some hot chocolate I can try and bring by the next time I see you if you’d like that instead.” He said smiling at her.

I’ve got a 6 pack of beers and some time to kill, you want some? I don’t think most of the survivors like me because of how sporadic I can be. That and the time I jumped out of a tree and nearly took out David. Sometimes you just need a friend ya know?

Cheryl gave off a small scoffed chuckle and slightly tipped her head to the side. Her eyes looking down at the cold brew of bitter six pack of beer they were holding in their hands. Her hands crossed across her chest and locked comfortably against her dirtied sleevless hoodie covered in dirt and blood from earlier trials she had participated in. “Thanks for the offer, but beer makes me gag. The taste is uncomfortable and I despise it more than I would enjoy it.”

@jeckyl-in-the-fog  💜 💜 💜

Y’all seem to understand…?

Being an outsider and all

And everyone loves hot chocolate so...

Hey frank… could I get a hug? I know it seems weird to ask but it’s not fun being pushed aside by your own teammates. Besides, I brought you and the others some hot chocolate! I know it’s not much but I figured it gets cold here so… hug?

pushed aside-?

...well i appreciate you asking. i’m definitely okay with a hug.

... wait, you... brought us-...?

why?

I also brought you this...

It’s a drawing of the resort here

And the mural...

But mostly the resort...

I also might have fucked up and stabbed David.

Hey frank… could I get a hug? I know it seems weird to ask but it’s not fun being pushed aside by your own teammates. Besides, I brought you and the others some hot chocolate! I know it’s not much but I figured it gets cold here so… hug?

pushed aside-?

...well i appreciate you asking. i’m definitely okay with a hug.

... wait, you... brought us-...?

why?

Jeckyl’s breaking point:

David: hey short ass, why the long face /pretty girl/

Jeckyl:... /contemplating killing/

David: I SAID-

Jeckyl: Shut up

David: what’s wrong shortie?? Cant reach the top shelf little girl

Jeckyl holding a knife: I’m gonna give you till three. One

David: I’m not scared

Jeckyl: Two

David: you aren’t serious right?

Jeckyl: THREE

R u n

...

*looking at stabbed David*

Dwight: what happened?

Nea: Let’s just say we’re down a survivor and up a killer.

And David kept being a dick to HIM.

...

Apologize David

David: ... too late...

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Alrighty so Jeckyl will be undergoing character development and a possible redesign (not overhauled just revamped)

The fog,

It’s warm eerie presence

It keeps swirling around me

Then

...

It engulfed me

Making me pay for what

What I did?

Well,

You see a former

Albeit selfish

Teammate who had

...

Over stepped his boundaries

...

You see I was once docile

A timid thing

Scared

Alone

Afraid

...

Then something

S n a p p e d

And that’s why I’m here

In a endless fog

No walls

No trees

No sky

No ground

Just

...

Fog

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Mun: any responses will be slow coming out but I will be keeping up with all of them!!

Thank you so much Susie! Also Frank, love the tat, go any others? I have a few small ones here and there but your neck one is rad as hell dude.

And

If you don’t mind,

Could you teach me how you wrap your hands?? I can’t get the hang of it...

Hey Frank, hey everyone... I’m back And Uhh… Yeah my first trial It was… A tad bit interesting to say the least. It was great not having to worry about teamwork but uh, I was wondering if you could help me with this. *pointing at ripped hoodie from horns* can anyone sew? Also I’m back with cookies! You each get a ton of cookies. And could I crash around here between trials? I don’t exactly have a place yet... :))

"ormond's gonna get pretty fuckin' crowded at this rate, damn, all kinds of people chilling here-

but yeah sure. you brought us food and stuff so you're chill in my book. also susie knows how to sew."

"I can take care of that no problem~ Thank you for the cookies! <3"

Here you go

I was thinking the mural with the gas mask behind it.

What do you think Frankie?

Hey Frank, I finished the drawing. Wanna see it??

!!! yes, absolutely

“I don’t care if you can snap me like a twig and punt me like a football, I will still climb you like a tree and throw down.” — Jeckyl (probably)

“Thanks Frankie...

You give great hugs by the way...”

Jeckyl burrys his head is Frank’s chest and mumbles

“I just don’t know how to say that I have feelings for you”

Fuck David and Nea, I’m tired of being blinded and taunted. Can I get a hug Frankie~? I just kinda wanna unwind after that ridiculous trial. Especially after Lori stabbed me in the back. That shit hurted... *grabby hands bc he is short*

Frank sighs in amusement and holds his arms open. 

“c’mere.”

//killer event has concluded//

Now we return to your regularly scheduled chaotic dumbass that still can’t hold conversations.

Hello? Anyone out there? What happened?

i don’t remember much of the last month...

Ummm... hey everyone!

I’m back so if you have any questions or things you wanna say, I’m back at the survivors camp and ready to get back to normal!

I don’t really remember much except a bad headache