Running,

Panting,

Running.

Endless rounds, each leaving you in worse shape then the last. The pounding in your heard grew, your breath running faster then you could. You were already dead, you just didn’t know it yet. The killer pacing close behind you. Their black tentacles reaching for you.

The dark flesh gripped you— dragging you by your torso. The tentacle dragged you against the grass. You let out a helpless yell— only to be silenced by another tentacle wrapping around your mouth. Your eyes were meet with a glowing purple gaze. A tall figure had you in their grasp. They scoffed, scowling.

His old hat, what glowed with a purple light from a jack-o-lantern face. It smiled wickedly at you, a twisted laugh rang through the air. It stared grimly at you, a pinkish-purple flame licked out of the hat, grazing your skin.

“Ack— I don’t have time to hunt rabbits. . .”

The figure pointed out, their hat frowned. You noticed that the killer’s mouth was zippered up. He abruptly slammed your body on a nearby tree. You heard a loud ‘SNAP’. Your body went numb with fear.

. . .

Was that ‘SNAP’. . .

You?

You tried to stagger up, but the creature loomed over you. Grumbling about how you weren’t Two-Time. Two-Time? Wasn’t that the cultist on your team. . ? Before you could connect the dots, the killer glared at you, the hat looking much more amused then the actual killer. The hat spoke—

“Awh. . . I was expecting that one little cultist.”

It said, giving you a little nudge with the creature’s foot. The figure kicked you a little harder, just seeing if you were dead or not.

You jerked, coughing up blood and tears prickled at you eyes. Threatening to fall. Your gaze became hazy and you winced at the ringing in your ear.