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she doesn't understand this. what is this place? what is going on? agatha's too frightened to speak, though it seems the ones here with her were willing to help her and try to explain as they did so. this was some sort of trial that she has to survive? that just seems to raise more questions than give answers, but maybe once this is over, agatha can get someone to explain it in better detail. she has to make sense of all of this.

trying to keep her heart and breathing calm, agatha works on a generator. there has to be a way out of this place, right? there was no way this was allowed to go on! can't someone stop this? a bit lost in her thoughts that were racing a mile a minute, it takes her a moment to realize her heart was racing again and the hairs on her arms were standing on end. what? agatha looks up just as she sees a masked man lunge at her with his knife, a startled yelp leaving her as she falls back on her ass and scrambles back, quickly hurrying to her feet to get away from him. hide, she has to hide! weaving through the halls of the building, she manages to find a little nook to hunker down in, her hands clasped over her mouth as she attempts to steady her breathing.

@coolrpblog / starter call.

a pained cry leaves the faerie as her hair is grabbed and her head is yanked back, forcing her to look at the killer. a whimper leaves her and tears well in her eyes as she listens. what? scratches? how was that fair!? how was she supposed to escape this place!? panicked breaths leave her and the tears pour down her freckled cheeks. " please, i-i-i don't u-understand. why are you d-doing this? " she asks, beginning to cry. why this? why her? what has she done to deserve this? she just wants to go home, she wants to go back to her pets, her garden, her job.

" p-please let go, you're h-hurting me. " she tries her damnedest to wrench herself free from his grip, trying to pry his fingers out of her hair. agatha manages, bolting once again. gods, she just wants to go home. it seems, for the moment, that she isn't being chased because she doesn't see the masked man behind her anymore, nor does she feel the hairs on her neck and arms standing on end. she stops, trying to calm her breathing and the thundering of her heart, trying to clear her head as she simply begins to walk. running caused the killer to see those marks, right? then she would walk and she would hide. she spots a locker and quietly, carefully opens it, slipping in and closing the door behind her. please don't find me here, please, please don't find me here.

A new survivor huh? This was going to be fun. At first he had yet to spot this new person. Might as well take care of the usual then right? Ah, poor Dwight, he's the most HELPFUL of the survivors… Shame he ran into him. That new Survivor won't have that helping hand now. "Okay, who's next?" Turning on heel he now heard the sound. "Generator huh..?" His grin grows behind his mask as he made his way to the source of the sound.

What luck to finally cross the new face! Lost in thought too? BIG MISTAKE! That was one way to die in these trials. While he might have missed the first but he knows now that she bolted he won't lose her. He slowed his pace now, slowing his breathing as he follows the marks that were left behind. So she hid under a desk then? Frank rolls his eyes as he carefully moved. Sitting now on the desk as he waited. Watching when she finally starts to crawl out from under the desk. Carefully he moved off the desk, keeping close behind her. "You know…." His purred as he took a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as a dark chuckle left him. "Running isn't always the best option missy… You might not see it, but there's scratches that get left behind when you RUN."

the faerie is utterly terrified of the spider lily killer. while every one of them had their own terrifying way of killing someone, it was probably his she was afraid of the most. well... his mori was really up there, at least, if it isn't number one. she flees, running past a pallet and grabbing it like she's going to pull it down, but agatha stops upon hearing the killer's coughing fit. her breath hitches and she turns to look, her heart pounding harshly against her ribs, her lungs burning. she's always been one to help someone in need, if she can, that is. maybe it's stupid of her, maybe it'll get her brutally murdered, but agatha lets go of the pallet and moves closer, tentatively so.

" h-hey... it— i-it's okay. y-you're okay. " she whispers soothingly. " l-look at me. breathe, o-okay? in and out, i-in and out, slow, j-just like that. "

@fiorserpen

The chase was on as it usually would be with these trials. Always, he tries to pace himself to avoid triggering a coughing fit. Yet it seems right now, he couldn't avoid it. From a running to a trot to right out stopping now. Klein coughs into his hand, his coughing only seeming to become more violent in the moment. Breathing slowly, he tries to calm himself.

the faerie's eyes widen at the sight of the blood on his palm. well, that wasn't good, was it? she knows this would work in her favor, in all of their favor, and they could make a clean escape, but... she has to help, doesn't she? it's in her nature, it's always what she's liked to do, even if it could get her killed in this instance.

" i-i want to. " it's all she can manage to say, trying to push her fear down, even if for just this moment. " y-you can a-a-and i expect you to. i-i w-won't be upset if you kill me. you... y-you're h-here to do what the entity wants, after all, r-right? " agatha asks softly, gazing into his eyes, still keeping his focus on her. " j-just keep breathing, okay? slow, d-deep breaths. th-think about... a-about s-something that makes you happy, l-let it calm you. "

Hand cupped over his mouth his gaze shifts to the blonde as she speaks calmly to him. Plum did as she told him, steadying his breathing before pulling his hand back to show the blood in his palm, the result of pushing himself so much. He didn't get it…. Why was she willing to help him? He was there to kill her and the others.

"Wh…. why are you helping me..?" His words were hoarse but still hushed. "I can still hurt you…"

her gaze flickers up to him, her eyes welling with tears now. how can he be so calm? how can he just... accept this place? is this just what life is now? agatha doesn't understand. " i-i-i just— i want to go home s-so bad, dwight. " she misses her cat, her books, everything. gods, there won't even be anyone around to take care of her cat now! " h-how— how c-could this happen to me? i-i w-w-was s-so close to g-getting out. " why her, even? there's nothing special to her. she has no fighting spirit. she hardly has the spirit to survive. agatha shakes her head, her hands trembling as they wipe away her tears, only for more to well up and pour down her face.

" a-all i needed was one more s-stupid p-paycheck, a-and i could've finally moved away. it c-could've all finally stopped. " but no. out of the frying pan and right into the fire, that's what this is. it'll never stop now.

@coolrpblog / cont. from here.

given her previous run-in with leatherface, she was still understandably terrified of him. agatha whimpers as he sets his chainsaw aside. was he just going to use that hammer of his and bludgeon her to death? she's seen it before with— her racing thoughts quickly halt to a complete stop when she feels his fingers in her hair, gaze flickering upward now to see him plucking leaves from her hair. " i-i— " agatha swallows, her heart racing. " i d-d-don't u-understand. why aren't you k-killing me? "

@fiorserpen

He should have attacked the blonde already, taken her to a hook and put her on it for the Entity. Yet he doesn't seem to have it in him to do that right now. Actually, he set the chainsaw aside just so he can reach and pluck some of the fall leaves off her head that seemed to have tangled themselves into her hair.

her eyes open and they're wide, her heart pounding harshly against her ribs as she hears his voice just outside of the locker. more tears pour down her cheeks as a whimper leaves her, her body trembling with fear. she doesn't understand, what does he even mean by that?! what does— a gasp leaves her as she hears it now; the flapping of wings and the unmistakable caws of a crow. is— is it above the locker she's in? how is that fair?!

there's no way to really win this, is here? she's just going to die here. she's just going to die here and there's nothing she can do about it. the other was too fast to outrun and agatha doesn't even know the way out anyway. all she knows is it has something to do with the generators, which was all she'd given dwight the chance to tell her when she saw the killer and bolted like a frightened rabbit. finally she just opens the locker, her expression one of exhaustion and defeat. " f-fine. j-just... just kill me. g-get it over with. "

"That's the point, bunny. You have to be in pain, that's the whole thing with the trials. You try to run; we hunt you down and kill you or hang you on the hooks." He laughs, watching as she runs once more. The hunt resumes of course… He stalks the new prey, quietly moving as he follows the tracks. Seeing as they vanish now, it seems she took that hint well.

Even then, he knows where she is. At least… he has a good idea. Walking to the locker he stood in front of it now. Crossing his arms over his chest he rolls his eyes. "At least you're learning. Do you know how long you can stay in one spot before she decides to out you?" Frank asks with a laugh. "I'll let you see what I mean… or better yet, hear what I mean."

" w-well... i don't not like it, i-it's just... i-is it me? " she asks, tracing her fingers over it, glancing up at frank. " i-i d-don't think collars are me. " don't worry, frank, it'll grow on her. " what even prompted you to— t-to p-put it on me? "

" w-what the? " / frank and aggie kjlskdjf

"What? Don't like it?" He asks teasingly as he looks to the blonde. "Pink suits ya."

her smile grows as bubba becomes excited over the prospect of being taught. had the others not tried? it didn't seem like they didn't care for each other. maybe they just weren't aware this was an option. maybe it's a good thing she thought about it.

" okay, " she crosses her legs, balancing the book in her lap, " hold out y-your hand like this, " agatha holds her right hand up, her palm facing away from herself, " a-and bring your fingers down like this a-and h-hold your thumb against your pointer finger, j-just like this. " she follows the image in the book, doing as she instructs bubba to. " th-this i-is the sign for the letter 'a'. " agatha shows him her hand and the way her fingers are arranged. she looks up at him. " n-now you try, bubba. "

there were a handful of killers who didn't seem to speak, though whether it was because they couldn't or wouldn't was beyond the faerie. there was one that seemed to want to be able to communicate, though, and it was bubba. a few of the killers have been kind to her, bubba especially, and so she wanted to repay that kindness. she had certainly made attempts to speak with him, but only sounds came out of him, almost pig-like. if he couldn't communicate that way... agatha would find another way. she managed to get her hands onto some books and tapes about sign language, so maybe if she teaches him as she teaches herself, the two could communicate, right?

agatha brings him to the unused cabin in the woods, sprawling the books out over the old, slightly wobbly coffee table. she looks to bubba with a smile. " th-these are about sign language, bubba. i-it's a-another way people can c-communicate, a-and i— i-i think i can teach it to you. w-we can learn together! " her smile grows and she moves to sit beside him, picking up a book that was a guide for beginners. " let's see... " agatha hums softly, reading the introduction aloud to him before they get to the first chapter, learning to sign the alphabet. " okay, here we go, w-we're starting here, o-okay, bubba? "

His attention was on the books the faerie set down now. Head canting before looking to her. Sign language? What was that? People can communicate like that??

He was starting to fidget in the chair with excitement once it became clear that she was wanting to help him find a way to communicate with her and maybe even others that might know this sign language as well. With some squeals and fast nods to her, Bubba pressed his hands into his thighs as he waits more now for her to continue.

she whimpers when he approaches, her gaze remaining on his axe for a moment, her back pressed firmly to the wall behind her. she doesn't understand, why is he talking to her? why not just get this over with? why is he torturing her like this? " i-i-i d-don't know where a-all of them are, n-no. " agatha manages, quickly shaking her head. she feels like she has the locations of the generators fairly well memorized, though, at least in most of the areas they're sent to.

" w-we... we have t-t-to g-get them up and running. they— th-they p-power the gates that allow us t-to e-escape. " agatha explains, looking up at the killer now. gods, with as hard and fast as her heart is beating, she wonders if she might die of fear. is that even possible here? she isn't sure, she doesn't have any real desire to find out.

" i... i-i d-d-don't u-understand; why a-aren't you killing me? " not that she wants him, or any of the other killers, to do so, but she just wants to get out of the trials as quickly as she can. anything to not be here.

she was getting better at this, the faerie can say that much. she's gone up against most of the killers now, managing to escape from some and getting killed by the rest. a never-ending cycle, it seems. same shit, different day. gods, she really... really wants to go back home. were people worried about her? were her parents? the few friends she had? her coworkers and boss? the only one that could come close to knowing where she went was the one she'd run away from and right into the fog. agatha doubts he'd say anything, though. maybe... it's just best she doesn't think about it. she's going to be here forever, why would it matter?

what she needs to get better at is keeping her mind from wandering during trials. she doesn't feel the hair raising on her arms and her nape nor her heart beginning to beat harder until it's too late and an axe is colliding with the generator she was trying to work on. agatha gasps, falling back onto her ass to dodge it, scrambling back from the killer. she gasps as he works his axe free and turns toward her. her gaze flickers over the black and red outfit, then the axe. he isn't one she recognizes yet, so she's sure she just hasn't run into him yet. as he begins to approach, her heart skips a beat and she hurries to her feet, running off, only to corner herself. damn! how is she supposed to get out of this?

"PHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The laughter that erupts the soulless beast as he pulls his axe out of the generator as he sees the sparks fly from it. "These things are so fun to axe!!" His unblinking eye shifts to the faerie now.

So small, so obviously fragile...

He doesn't even run when she bolts. Simply taking long strides as he follows the marks she left behind. It was so funny, so cute, how she cornered herself. His breathing was heavy as he stared her down. "Do you now know where the dead-ends are? I know where they all are as well as those generators. I don't know what you guys are doing with them but it's so fun to see them blow up."

come for me. - frank to aggie

dirty talk. / accepting!

they'd been going at this for a while, working off the stress of so many trials that were nearly back-to-back. she's quite the mess underneath him; overstimulated, her mind hazy from the pleasure, hardly able to manage a coherent thought or sentence. as frank tells her to cum, all she can manage to whimper, reaching out for him and pulling close as her legs weakly hug his hips.

" c-cumming— " agatha's nails dig into his back and she presses her forehead into his shoulder, moaning against him as she cums again, her walls twitching and fluttering around his cock. she soon relaxes, panting hard and heavy as she holds onto frank for a few moments longer. agatha lets go, relaxing more on the bed, resting her head on the pillow as she crosses her arms over her face. " t-t-too much, no more. " she manages to tell him. she just doesn't think she could go any more rounds. if it's still not enough for him, she'll gladly use her hands and mouth, but with frank still inside of her, it'd just be too much. not to say she didn't have a good time, of course she did. it felt good to blow off the steam and forget about things for a little while.

agatha moves her arms and she reaches out for him again, pulling him down on top of her, lazily kissing frank's temple as she holds him, a tired smile forming on her lips. " i-if y-you can't handle more either, h-how about we just lay like this, in e-each others' arms? "

she gives a startled gasp and lands back on her ass, shielding her face from the flying sparks. what the hell was— agatha's gaze flickers up to the killer speaking to her, gasping again as she scrambles back, stumbling to her feet. she'll have to lose him and maybe sneak back to that generator. she quickly looks around, spotting where she'd dropped her flashlight and makes a grab for it, quickly flashing it in the killers' eyes. that ought to slow him down a little and buy her some time, right?

@fiorserpen

There was no sign given when the Hypogean was near. A snap of the fingers to cause the generator the faerie was working on to explode on her suddenly was all he did to grab her attention. "Why focus on such a boring machine when you can play with this clown? I have SO many tricks up my sleeves to entertain you and the rest on this trial!"

@coolrpblog / continued from here.

he's right, isn't he? she doesn't really know him. agatha looks away, folding her arms over her stomach. " i want t-to know you, frank. " she murmurs, not yet looking up at him. " i-i w-want to know it all, f-from the best to the w-worst. you... you know you can t-talk to me, don't you? you can be open, b-because i— i-i w-wouldn't even dream of hurting you or using w-whatever you tell me a-against you. " agatha doesn't feel he owes her vulnerability simply because she's been vulnerable with frank, it just... she wishes he would trust and believe her, but at the same time, she knows that takes time.

agatha's gaze lifts. " i don't care if— i-if i g-get hurt, frank. i-i just... i want you to believe a-and know that you can trust me. i just w-want you to— t-to know i'll give you the time to do so. i-i w-won't press, i won't push, i-i won't force. " she manages a smile, holding her hands out toward him, reaching for his own. " y-you don't have to be the m-mask a-all the time around me. y-you can be frank, too, o-okay? "

@coolrpblog / continued from here.

he takes a step forward and she feels her heart leap up into her throat, her breath hitching audibly as she freezes in place again. agatha feels that intense fear once again and her gaze flickers to his knife. why is she like this? why can't she just run? why can't her muscles move? maybe some part of her is morbidly curious, wanting to know what he'd do if she remained here in this spot, regardless of her fear. agatha forces down the lump in her throat, her heart pounding against her ribs. why doesn't he attack? does he really prefer to catch the survivors off guard and unaware? why didn't he attack her while she was working on the generator? " w-w-why aren't you attacking? y-you've g-got me, j-just get it o-over with. "

"Look at this tiny pumpkin!" - Frank to Aggie

autumn / spooky / accepting!

the faerie turns to see the tiny pumpkin cupped in his hands. her eyes widen as a gasp leaves her. " oh, h-how adorable!! " she squeals, taking it and holding it against her chest for a moment, bouncing on the balls of her feet. she composes herself and cups the pumpkin in her own hands. " i d-don't think we can carve these, b-but a lot of people paint them! oh, oh, frank, c-can we paint it together? i-i-i'll p-paint one side, a-and y-you can paint the other!! please, pretty please? "