"Lay off,"

The amount of times he barked those two words out was long out of count. He's seething more than he ever had. Having to share a trial with another killer was a pain in the ass and sharing it with you made it impossible to survive through it without having a terrible headache and a snappy attitude.

‌ Ever since the Entity decided to drop eight survivors into trials and pair two killers up to hunt them, the realm became a total chaos. Some killers cooperate, some freaking compete. And he hadn't had any serious competition within the realm before being paired up with you. It's like a damn race of 'who chases better, who down survivors faster, who hooks more survivors, who satisfies the Entity more', and the list goes on and on... He's competitive by nature and you being a challenging opponent is like taking blows to his ego, and each blow makes him punch a wall. He already broke two pallets and damaged a generator to the point of no return— he bet the Entity's gonna have a few words with him after the trial.

‌ "He was my kill." He growls, hand clenching the knife he held in hand as he watched Entity's claws taking the survivor who had been on the last hook. He has so many words on the tip of his tongue. He hates how you got six down already, leaving only two survivors left for him. And he hates how he can sense your amusement and that victorious confidence in your stance.

"Fuckin' thief." He curses, fighting the urge to break some dire rules and lash out at you.