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maybe I am coming back to this blog...

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due to a number of reasons (I had a major family uh, “thing”, happen last august that I still haven’t recovered from)/(my mental health previous to that took a pretty big dip)/(other things!) I will likely not be coming back to this blog unless there is an act of god.

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thanks for dropping in but also (in a quentin voice) [repressed catholic screaming] - badham-bedhead

"A pleasure, cutie pie. If you ever need anything, just say the word."

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Quentin has been just fine!

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Yeah, Ghostface, why are you such a bitch? - badham-bedhead

“Thanks for the name though! You just gave me the answer to a question that I have been working to uncover for years~”

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@yaksha-spirit

[[ Fun Fact! Before Mysteryface McCopycat here was pulled into the Realms, he had a list of people who might be the Ghostface. By the time he was pulled in and offered a job, he had managed to get the list down to only 6 suspects... and a ‘Danny Johnson’ was one of those 6! ]]

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Rin, are you okay? You wanna just... sit with me for a little? - badham-bedhead

“Well I have to admit. I-I’m not okay, I’m being stalked by some psycho.. or psychos in a ghostly mask and my father is searching for me every moment. I can feel him near, I just pray he doesn’t find me. God knows what he’ll do finding out I survived and am stuck in the same place as him.” She chuckled sadly and shook her head, “but I don’t need to dump all my problems on you, forgive me.. thank you for this by the way, Quentin, it was.. super kind of you. I’m not even sure I deserve this kindness.”

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I meant to do a blight event but unfortunately I am in college and have a job so this is all I can offer. Blight!Quentin is just Survivor!Vigil and frankly? I support him.

aftermath

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I don’t not like Joey, okay? He’s been doing... nice stuff for me lately, I guess. Giving me hatch, leaving out first aid kits-- he gave me a knife, you know? And left his walkman out so I saw it when I went to forage. I think he’s serious about liking me. I think I’m... serious about liking him. It feels weird to say this about my killer, but he’s not a bad person. He’s told me he doesn’t like the killing part of this, and the Entity will punish him if he does a bad job.

But he still kills us, and me getting hatch means he’s killed everybody else, and I always feel like shit. Am I going easy in his trials because I know I’m not really in danger anymore? I don’t think so. But what if I am? Am I fucking over my team because I’m stupid and I don’t want to die?

Plus, if Freddy finds out-- god, he probably already knows-- and I fall asleep, or Joey sleeps and Freddy can get to him, god. I’ll have to ask. Maybe look around a little. I don’t want that bastard coming anywhere near Joey.

Also, uh, I somehow got it across to Anna that I think I liked him and she just said “No boy!” really loudly and made me throw hatchets. So I think she’s not a fan.

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@thegentlebeaky

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Welcome to hell, which is where Quentin and Joey will be living.

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@ziracona

He called me his friend.

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@ziracona

I’m doing some detective work to find out everything that actually happened.

It’s going great so far.

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It’s going okay!

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Not That Kind of Person Who

[My half of an art trade with @speckeltail , who requested a fic for the time Joey went to Lerry’s between trials and found Quentin there completely blitzed on morphine he’d taken accidentally, and helped him get back to the campfire that has been refferenced from Quentin’s pov in his lovely ask blog @badham-bedheadn (Speck, I want you to know this pic of Joey you did on the blog is directly responsible for much of what you’re about to read >: D .)]

This was always fun. Fucking with Herman.

A top twelve pastime, here in the fog. There was training, and bumming around with the gang, stealing shit from the Clown, spying on whoever was new, collecting cool new stuff for the lodge, but going to Lerry’s was up there. Honestly, it would have been higher if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d been caught doing it before, and while you got in some real trouble if you killed a survivor or another killer outside of trials, it uh, it sure as hell wasn’t enough to deter everyone from doing it. And Joey had been on the receiving end of that with Herman once.

Still, that was a long time ago, thought Joey, ducking under a fallen chunk of what had once been wall, and slipping deeper into the institute. Herman didn’t scare him.

A noise somewhere down the hall he was creeping along startled Joey, and he jumped on impulse, and then cursed himself silently, placing the noise as he watched a crow that had gotten in take flight far up ahead, and tried to slow his heart back down. …He doesn’t! I’m being “wary”—that’s just smart. I’m not fucking scared of him. If I was, I wouldn’t be here.

Herman was fun to annoy. Because he got angry over the weirdest shit, and had big reactions, and also because if he did catch you, it wasn’t pretty, so it always felt good to win one. And the institute was so big, it really wasn’t hard to get in and out unscathed, so long as you were quiet. If you were quiet, Herman would sometimes even ignore you when he knew you were there—especially if he was distracted doing shit, and had no reason to suspect you were there to ruin his stuff. Joey was sure that wouldn’t have been the case if he was actually allowed to keep anyone he caught, but he wasn’t. If he grabbed a trespasser and strapped them to a chair to see how the inside of their brain worked with barbs sticking out of it, the Entity would make him pay big time.

“Probably has made him pay,” whispered Joey to himself, following the hall and looking for a good place to do what he’d come to do. Library would be choice, but he’d heard what sounded like warning signs of the Doctor himself in that direction when he got here, so he was going to have to settle for somewhere else.

He was willing to bet Herman had grabbed someone back in the day and gotten in a lot of trouble over it. Actually, Joey felt pretty sure that that’s what it would have taken to get The Doctor to not be grabbing someone to experiment on every time he saw a trespasser now. And he was kind of thankful, because the time he’d been killed had been really fucking shitty, even though it had been pretty quick. Honestly, that was part of why he liked coming here so much and fucking with the guy’s stuff. Mini-revenge. That, and boredom. Between trials, there wasn’t so much to do sometimes, and since with…everything really, being the way it was, Joey wasn’t super into sitting down and thinking about how life was going. He needed to constantly be distracted, and if someone else wasn’t there to help, it meant finding something like this to do. Especially after a trial where he’d barely gotten one last-minute sacrifice and been given a pretty harrowing warning about not fucking up again next time. …Shit.

Yeah. It wasn’t great. He was going to be seriously in trouble if he didn’t do a lot better next trial. It was so fucking annoying, too! Stuff always worked out like this for him! He’d gotten Claudette hooked right near the trial’s start, and then literally tripped over her like fifteen seconds after someone had gotten her down, when he hadn’t even been looking for her, and he’d felt kind of bad, even though he knew how stupid that was to do, and how dangerous. They had to hunt, and suck it up, and the survivors would try to live, and if they failed, they failed, and that wasn’t his fault—it wasn’t like he’d asked to be here doing this. It was just how shit was, and it was rough for him too, and it wasn’t his job to feel bad for them. It was him or them. If they couldn’t hack it, and they died, then too bad—that was rough for them, but it wasn’t gonna be his problem. But. He’d been doing well in the trial so far, and feeling confident, and-a-and she had looked so sad—like not even just scared, but sad, because her luck had been so shitty probably, and so he’d been fucking stupid, and felt bad, and left her on the ground instead of sacrificing her, and chased off the person he’d been going for originally instead, and in return for answering that stupid impulse to show a little mercy, he’d lost her completely after that, gotten run around by Zarina, and then only barely managed to down and sacrifice the newest girl who he’d never heard anyone say the name of yet right by the gates at the last second, and now the Entity was pissed at him, and everything sucked.

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Thanks everyone! New clothes for Quentin 2k20

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Whenever she gets me, she spends about an hour washing all my clothes and sewing patches over the bloodstains that won’t come out. Then we throw hatchets for a little bit. She keeps trying to make me stuffed toys, but I don’t really like them and I can’t explain to her that I’m never going to play with them, and she just seems so happy when she gives them to me.

Ace probably thought he was helping. I didn’t ask for him to. I like Anna, but I’m not here to be her surrogate child, and every moment I spend with her is a moment I could be helping the other survivors. Not that I don’t like spending time with her...