《A/n: A new challenger has appeared! 》

Crinkch. Crinkch. Crinkch.

The three killers looked up from their previous gazes, the approaching sound of crunching glass came closer.

Crinkch. Crinkch. Crinkch.

Michael stared past the trees, the glimmer of something that shone in moonlight. An approaching figure.

A new killer.

The sickening crack as 'she' entered their view. The Doctor next to him started to laugh, and one glance his way made Michael know that he was curious.

"A new addition to the family?" His forced open eyes stared. Michael doesn't blame him, unlike the others, this woman was in pieces.

Her skin was pale, as though she were kept out in the winters cold, hair black as the Entity's mist that stuck up, seemingly unaffected by gravity. The skin under her eyes were a deep pink, her eyes themselves were white, glowing. In her skin between bandages were shards of glass, arms and her leg was sliced, looking as though they were tied back together loosely by invisible strings.

She twitched, along with it was the horrible sound of crunching glass, her face morphed from a sorrowful look to anger. Before it turned back with another spasm through her body.

"We're not a family." The Clown spat the doctor's way.

Michael studied the new shorter woman with narrowed eyes. Her gaze looking around with a pained screech.

"Aren't you cold?" The Doctor asked, seeing as she was just as exposed to the cold air as the Hag was.

Her head snapped his way, there was something in her aura that screamed revenge. Michael watched as she neared the campfire, eyes still trained on the Doctor.

Herman Carter stared back with an equally sharp gaze. Then her head turned to meet Michael's gaze.

He didn't react when she sent a shriek his way, as she realized how long he was observing her. She glared at all of them, before turning away, towards a new forming path.

The Yamaoka Residence.

Michael watched with crossed arms as she walked off down the path, disappearing with the fog.

Then the new words were presented in his mind, in his ears the Entity's voice spoke; "the Spirit has unsated revenge, tread carefully."

"The Spirit..." The Doctor hummed, being given the message as well. "What an interesting addition, your thoughts Shape?" The Doctor's head turned, eyes bore into Michael's.

There was a subtle shrug from him, knowing Herman would keep pestering him until there was some sort of answer.

Before he could receive anymore replies, he was gone in a blink, brought into a trial.

•▪°○°▪•

Meg noticed immediately as the unfamiliar figure ran towards them from the fog.

"Hey, guys?" She pointed to the approaching shape, the other three looked over. Joining as Meg squinted her eyes to get a better look.

The figure was male, his eyes wide in panic as he let his legs guide him to the fire. His long cream coloured trench coat was dirtied at the ends, flapping in the wind as he ran. He skittered to a stop as he neared.

His eyes cautiously wandered over them with visible confusion on his face. "W-where... where am I?"

"The Entity's realm, welcome to the fog." Meg said, taking the chance to stand up, "we'll explain more, for now... I'm Meg." She offers a small smile with her hand, which succeeds in calming his frightened demeanor. He accepts the hand shake.

"Feng Min, best gamer in this whole realm." The Asian introduced with a smug look.

"Just call me Tapp..." the man gave a nod to the newcomer.

"Jake." Was the last curt introduction the man received, still confused but responded with a less panicked expression.

"My name is Adam, Adam Francis." He says, "do you know how to get back?" He looked around, giving a wary glance their way.

Meg looked away, she was sure the others avoided their gaze too. "You... can't." She mutters loud enough for him to hear, and a second of thought before she continues; "not yet, but there's someone helping us to try to break free! She thinks we might be able to overload this realm with our hope." She gives him a bright look, he seems to think over the words, eyes void from any positive look.

"You don't need to say anything, it's a lot to take in. But we'll have to give you a briefing on what to do in trials before you're sent into one." Meg places a hand on his shoulder, "okay?"

He nods slowly, looking to the sky unsure. "Okay..."

"Good, now first thing first; your goal in the trials..."

•▪°○°▪•

Your morning was fine, other than the threat of a migraine here and there. You were fine.

Sitting down for hours to paint was a pain though, you couldn't sit still for a long period of time, and you craved something sweet before you could even get a quarter of the canvas done.

I guess I'm eating for three now, how fun will that be when their finally born. You think to yourself as you search the freezer for some icecream.

You frown, going to the doorway to the living room where Keith laid out on the couch. You knocked loudly against the wooden frame, not even startling him. Instead making him look up with a blink or two.

"Ice cream?"

"We don't have any normal left, me and Jess ate the last, we do have mochi ice cream though." You roll your eyes, and he chuckles, "top shelf, probably near the back."

"Thank you," you huff, turning on your heel and moving to grab the cold treat.

As you retrieved it, along with a bowl (being the first thing you grabbed) and spoon. You went to sit with Keith for a bit, move your mind away from your troubles with painting.

You eyed the show on the screen, "is this appropriate?"

"No nudity or swearing if that's what you mean." He shrugs, snatching a mochi from your bowl. He plopped it in his mouth as you sent him a glare, he and his girlfriend already ate the rest of the icecream you had. No way were you letting him take this from you.

"Ah cold!" He yelps, and you figured he had bit through the soft dough.

"Deserved for stealing." You tease with a smirk, taking a small spoonful into your mouth. The icecream melted on your tongue, fulfilling your sweet craving as you nearly finished them.

"So how're things going with you and Michael?" Keith wiggles his eyebrows your way - well - tries. You scoff, though a smile creeps it's way to your lips as he tries.

"Good."

"Aw, just good?"

You pause, before being able to retaliate, you shiver. Being put off, you glance around the room, the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall.

Were you being watched?

"(Y/n), is everything okay?"

You frown, a shudder shaking your form. No... no one should be able to see you and Keith. Curtains drawn from the sunlight, not a person in sight.

Were you being paranoid?

...

"(Y/n)!" You jumped, your thoughts breaking as you looked to Keith with wide eyes. "Are you okay?!"

"... No, didn't you feel that too?"

"No I didn't, whatever strange feeling you got, I can't say the same." He sends you a concerned look, "was it bad?"

You simply nod, unnerved by the sensation.

And as fas as it came, it disappeared.

You felt much less tense as the feeling left, though you were left unnerved. Leaning back, your crave and desire to eat vanished, so you pushed the bowl over to Keith.

"Take it, I'm good now."

He looks at you confused, "are you sure?"

You nod, taking one more look around before you get up. The room felt far more cold than earlier, you saw Keith shiver right before you turned to leave. "You sure you don't want to stay?"

You curtly shook your head, "no, I need a breather right now." Maybe you'd visit Leah and Amélia, who knows.

•▪°○°▪•

Crinkch. Crinkch. Crinkch.

Was the repeated sound of crushed glass. For Jake, it hurt to hear. Giving him an unsettling chill while he worked to sabotage the hooks.

The Spirit. That's what they called her right? Jake took a look behind to make sure she wasn't approaching. His work was quick, effective, and full of clear experience.

Tools weren't really needed when you've done this for years, Jake holds that title. "Fuck, I can already tell I'm not gonna like this." He whispers, leaving a few cords left to hold the hook. The good ol' ninety-nine percent.

He had spotted the Spirit once, while he hid behind a tree. The Entity's loud whispers as the survivors were sent into the new branch in the realm, "The Yamaoka Residence."

It was dark, bamboo and other shrubs had grown huge in this place. The houses and structures themselves had fallen to age and previously been ruined from the owners.

But Jake saw, he was good at reading expressions and actions, being the animal person he was.

He saw how enraged she was, and yet she showed sorrow as well. It was... terrifying.

Jake moved away from the sacrificial hook, freezing in place as his heartbeat rose.

And in just a blink, he let out a scream as his back met the rusty chipped blade of a katana. He knew there'd be a new scar when he'd return to the fire.

"Fuck off." He whispered unable to stop the blood that dripped from his back. It still hurt, like burning pain printed into his back. Even after rounds and rounds of putting up with getting hit by chainsaws and metal blades.

He glanced back, watching as the female killer stopped in her tracks. For a second he was confused, before the soft ring of Adam's words came to mind.

"If she doesn't move for a while, be careful. What you'll see is her husk, and she's entered her spirit form."

Jake didn't hesitate to run, hearing the sound of the blade cutting through air behind him. She missed him once, and he knew she would make sure not to miss again.

She didn't.

Jake fell to the ground, cursing up a storm in her direction. He was lifted up, and propped up on her shoulder. His face flushed and avoiding looking down towards her nearly exposed butt, which was difficult when his head was tilted down. Why can't these killers get more clothes? He thought, shuddering when he remembered the Hag.

His shoulder met the end of the bloody hook again, looking to the Spirit who watched him intently for a second before leaving.

Dwight jumped when Jake's scream rung through the map, before reluctantly turning to finish the generator which was nearly completed.

"Hey, you holding up?" Nea whispered, who was helping him out with the generator.

"Mhm." He nods, "will you go after we complete it?"

"Yeah, 'course." Nea snickers, "she probably saw him sabotaging, like little shit he is." Dwight let's out a small reluctant chuckle of his own. Yeah, that's probably what happened. He thought, grateful that Nea tried to lighten the heavy mood.

•▪°○°▪•

You were terrified, hearing the sounds of crunching every other second. Yet not one of food, it was... material - glass.

You weren't in a familiar map either, no, this was far more different. A new killer, a new realm, and a new survivor. That's how the Entity liked it, like a whole new chapter into the game.

You stuck to the shadows, a generator half done was in your sights, so you snuck over.

There were shrieks every now and then, the sound as though there were bones being broken along with it. So you worked quicker than before, the desire to finish the generator fueling your speed.

Other than the sounds of the gen, a silence fell on you, and even then the sounds of the engine turned to white noise.

You mouth fell open, a gasp, and then your breath was knocked from your lungs as you were pulled back and onto the ground. Your head hit the dirt, glowing eyes met yours.

Instinctively, your hands moved to your belly, fear wide in your eyes and you took in the newcomer's appearance.

She twitched, her face morphing to sadness as she raised her blade, a katana that appeared in her hand on command.

You shut your eyes, before your heard silence.

No generator, no sounds of glass... just... you.

It was just darkness, and it was as though you were sitting on nothing, but there was still something holding you.

Then the darkness flooded away, and you were left to sit on the ground infront of the campfire, left confused.

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《A/n: Legit wanna just, curl up and die... or sleep, sleep is nice...

I'm sorry for such a late update, high school has started a few days ago and I'm having some trouble with a (sort of) rising writers block.

Thank you for being patient with me :)

Ciao~!》