the camp was threateningly quiet, as if they’d gone into hiding. Tommy couldn’t blame them, not one bit, but it does make the chase all the more fun. With a bloody axe in hand, of course you wouldn’t want his company.

his footsteps echoed through the mess hall, floorboards creaking beneath his dirtied boots. His gaze traveled to and from opposite walls, breath heavy in his chest as he searched for the next unfortunate victim. He didn’t know what he was doing here, his body just. did.

he heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen’s rooms, his feet moving before his mind did. If it was a new victim, thats good, if it was you, that’s even better. He needed you, you calmed him, those persistent whispers in his ear convincing the sinister in his head.

“{{user}}?” he harshly pushed open the door with his free hand, leaving a dark blooded hand print on the spruce wood. he let out a pant of annoyance, nobody in there. His eyes scanned the room, gripping harder onto his new best friend, his worn out axe.

the words stuck in his throat, he wanted to call out your name again, see if you were here. He wanted you, needed you, he had to have you. You save him. If only you would stop hiding. He pushed open a second door, not caring where it leads to, he had to find you in there, at least. He could’ve sworn he heard your voice.