Evan had two options as he approached cold wind farms.
Admit he was wrong, he did find himself attracted to Megan.
Or lie and say he killed her.
The latter would not last forever, eventually they'd find out no matter how long it took and he'd eventually be unable to hide his affections for the track star.
The former meant he took a hit to his pride and get taunted by Phillip and Max, thankfully if he did it would all be in good fun. Then lastly he'd probably end up looking like a love struck fool.
He supposed if he was teased he could always use the healer and beanie girl as ammunition against the two, and he didn't mind showing his affection for Megan within reason.
Although he certainly treasured intimacy between just him and her, it wouldn't be terrible if his friends knew of the interest.
He'd just have to do his best to make it work, they wouldn't spill about his newfound affection if they didn't want theirs revealed.
He could still feel the buzz on his hand and forearm where she'd touched it, going from a terrified survivor to a devilish coquette within the span of a few seconds.
She was going to drive him crazy until he had her.
He felt like a caged animal waiting to break out and roam freely where he pleased. In his mind, find where the red head was outside of trials.
Everyone knew the survivors were in the deep forest outside of the killer realms. But it was impossible to reach them, endless circles had been run in trying to find it. Whether out of simple curiosity, or an endless desire to torture.
The killers all had their own realms, whether they were used as maps for the trials varied, but most were.
Like cold wind farms. Exactly where Evan was headed to see Max and Phillip. The former had been inspired by what Evan and Phillip had told him. Max had cleaned the place up to an impressive degree. There were no longer gutted cows hanging from the trees, and he'd locked away the ones hanging in the barn since they were actually meant to be there.
He'd done an incredible job on the house itself, the blood was washed from all the walls and floor, animals bones removed and broken furniture either fixed or trashed.
The holes in the walls and floors still remained but they were blocked by piles of wood that would later be used to fix them.
Max hadn't spoken much about why, but his improved mood and optimism was obvious. Evan and Phillip had their guesses, and he was sure the Nigerian shared his pride in the southerner for his thoughtfulness. Even if a true healer like her could stand the sight of gore, it didn't mean they liked it.
Evan didn't know much about the dark girl with dreadlocks. Megan hadn't mentioned her when they spoke again, However from what he gathered in trials she was a botanist, her best talents in healing and most likely wasn't a fan of violence and bloodshed.
If Evan had to guess she healed because of natural compassion for those gruesomely injured and not wanting too look at it anymore.
The southerner would get his chance soon enough.
Max was not unintelligent, and despite never being educated he could learn quick through observation, experience after freeing himself, and what Evan and Phillip taught him at his own request.
Evan had confidence in him for his upcoming figurative trial, with both speaking and meeting the girl.
At this point Evan didn't doubt that if Max tried hard enough he'd be able to push past his deformations and talk almost normally. He seemed to be trying as well, uttering more sounds of agreement or the opposite when being spoken instead of simply gesticulating. No matter who it was talking to him.
Thanks to the dreadlock girl Evan entered a largely clean building, with signs of repair evident just in its nicer appearance. These survivors were changing things and they didn't even know it yet.
Although he believed it was for the better, doubt still lingered.
He was starting to get worried the other killers knew something was wrong, not many of them were acting strange but a few of the older ones seemed to be confused when they talked to the original trio.
Sally for instance, had gone strangely silent during their usual trades for offerings and items they found that didn't work with their powers. He didn't understand why, but she just stared at him, as if shocked. The pillow case over her head definitely didn't make it any easier to discern what she was thinking, but something had her spooked.
Lisa had been the same, along side the legion. Both the two wannabe killers Frank and Susie hadn't acted very different, however, the two more tolerable ones seemed rather perturbed or even outright scared when interacting with him. Why it was just the two eluded him, but he refused to let himself care. Whatever Joey and Susie did were not his concern.
Those two made too many bets together,.
He had been distracted all day throughout trading. Replaying the meeting with his little rabbit over and over again in his mind. Such memories lifted his spirits to the point of actually being polite to the others, nor reacting to the subtle probes of the legion.
Philip however, seemed rather disappointed, he'd told the story of his interaction with the Swedish beanie girl. His regret on not getting her name, and the feeling of rejection with the girls glares.
Evan could imagine how disheartening it was, and didn't want to even begin to theorize how bad he would have been to the legion earlier if his little rabbit refused him and continued to hate him.
However she did not, something which Evan was sure he'd become eternally grateful for. He would have to ask Megan what the Swedish girls name was for Phillip, although that would seem rather stalker like to the girl if Phillip called her by name without the girl having told him before hand.
But for now he had two friends to converse with, possibly help one with speaking difficulties, and a challenge to admit he had happily lost at.
He heard Phillips voice from the others side of the building, as well as Max's ragged breathing along side occasional groans that sounded like attempts at words.
Now he'd prefer to not have a chainsaw and pseudo scythe at his throat the moment he walked through the door unannounced, so he decided to speak, even if he deemed it rather unnecessary, nor was he in sight yet.
"Hello Phillip, Max." His voice didn't echo nor did it reverberate, it just carried through the wooden halls and open rooms to the area most like a living room.
A couch and three chairs were scattered through the room only somewhat organized. Max once more perched himself on the reasonably clean and well preserved couch cushions. Phillip took an arm chair of similar quality mere feet away.
"Hello Evan." Phillip spoke with a small smile on his face, as if he knew something Evan himself didn't.
Max opened his mouth, a wheezing sound came out, followed by a high pitched rumble in his throat. Thankfully for Max, Phillip helped him out.
"He means to say hi, he's been practicing for hours now."
Evan sat down, looking back and forth between the two of them as well as the surrounding house and farmland.
"He's already done quite well, I don't think I've ever heard him speak as clear as that before." The hunter said.
Amusement coursed through him at the sound Max made after that, it was obviously in happiness, based on the way his face seemed to light up, as well as just the tone of the noise itself.
"Not to spoil the fun but Evan, have you had another little encounter with that girl you are so infatuated with?" Phillip's teasing grin said everything he didn't out loud.
"Yes, I did." Evan rumbled.
"Well? How did your conversation go?" Phillip's grin had yet to falter, neither did his teasing tone, even if it was starting to get on Evans nerves.
"W-" Evan paused suddenly, staring at Phillip intensely. He'd have to find a way to get back at the smug Nigerian for his cockiness.
"You assume that I talked to her? And that I didn't just kill her?" To say Evan wasn't surprised or feeling seven conflicting emotions at once was an injustice. Phillips amusement was plane as day, just as obvious as his boldness and simultaneous audacity to just assume he didn't kill the girl.
"What else is there to assume Evan? Both of us knew you weren't going to kill her, and I don't even need you to tell me what happened to know."
Evan just stared at him blankly, not entirely knowing how to proceed from there on out. Phillip was certainly confident in his prediction, and unfortunately right.
Now he'd have to feed his ego and confirm it. This was looking less and less appealing to admit to by the second.
"Fair enough, I didn't kill her, I spoke to her, we aquatinted ourselves. She is quite the character." Evan admitted.
Phillip had the cockiest smile Evan had ever seen on his face, it was almost as bad as some of the other killers when boasting about their kills.
"Aaaand?" He drawled out, looking more and more punchable to Evan by the second.
He made it too easy for the mask wearing killer as well. Phillip was leaning forward with his hands clasped beneath his chin like at little child, staring expectantly at Evan.
"We conversed fantastically for the circumstances. I'm quite looking forward to our next meeting."
Evan and Phillip, heck, even Max understood that they were unnecessarily dancing around the main question.
"Evan, that's all well and good, and I certainly wish I had your luck with the fairer sex, but you haven't answered the most important question. You refused to kill her, so are you going to admit you are attracted to her?" With an eyebrow cocked Phillip somehow leaned even father forward in his chair, even Max was looking at Evan expectantly.
The man in question sat still, eerily so. As if his soul had left his body and its last remaining command was to remain motionless.
Phillip had never seen any of the killers sit so perfectly still without fidgeting in some manner, whether it was boredom or simply an inability to relax without movement.
Not even the Shape was like this, he permeated a soulless evil. An ability to stay still simply because he had no soul nor any seeming type of consciousness outside of the hunt, like a machine waiting on new commands.
Evan was just sitting there, staring blankly as if something was right in front of him, like he was frozen. Or even if something was behind Phillip.
The silence stretched on, Max grew irritable, even nervous at his friend's strange lack of awareness. The two had repeatedly checked around them and through the gaps in the walls and ceiling, nothing was there.
It grew to the point where Phillip and Max were able to get up and check the other rooms without getting a reaction from the third killer.
Until finally the silence shattered.
"Yes...I am willing to admit that I find myself growing attracted to her, and desire to court her."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait. You actually spoke to him! And you didn't die! Do you even know how suicidal you are!" Nea said in a low but harsh voice.
The street artist was doing her best to keep quiet, Meg could tell. But that didn't stop Nea from seething in anger at the idiotic red head she was talking to.
They were both in the trees just beyond the outer ring of the campfire, far enough to be seen but not to hear unless someone started shouting loudly.
"Look I wanted to tell you when he let me go last time but I panicked and I didn't want to scare anyone... And hold on, I saw you talking to the Wraith!"
Meg had initially been tripping over her words trying to get them out quickly. But now despite the runner priding herself on being calm, collected, and civilized, Nea could tell that now the other girl was pretty mad.
The entire conversation ground to a halt with Meg's call out. Making Nea feel like a hypocrite and briefly distracting Meg from her issue.
The artist sighed. "Yes I did talk to him, but he grabbed me and then dragged me away to the corner of the map so you guys couldn't find me!" The Swede said with a high voice. Meg knew that tone, defensive and incredulous, as if stating the obvious to some who was attacking her.
"Nea, when he first let me go he grabbed me and trapped me in the lockers twice. By the time I got out he'd already gotten too many hooks for me to save the others. I tried to find the hatch before he did but he was right there and he grabbed me again..." She trailed off.
Meg was used to the others dying while she herself survived, survivors guilt, rather on the nose for her situation. It still stung to know that the people she was somewhat fond of were dying when maybe she could have saved them. If she had pushed herself just a little harder or sacrificed herself.
Nea's face became etched with a sad understanding.
"Meg, you can't keep blaming yourself for stuff outside of your control. It's not your fault, any less than four survivors at a time is a turkey shoot for a killer, we all know that. The best we can do is survive as we do and help teach the others as much as possible... we aren't always going to be able to save each other. But we will always come back, and we can always save ourselves."
Meg held still, processing Nea's words.
"Thank you, and you're right. But maybe I can show the others how to run a killer better? Jill and Leon are nice, much nicer than their predecessors, and they haven't rejected someone's help yet." Meg offered timidly, her mood leveling out after nosediving.
"I'm positive they'd appreciate the help Meg. I didn't think I'd ever see them as hopeful as they were the time I them how to heal themselves and each other faster. The two sure love altruism, I've never seen survivors horde primrose offerings as much as them." A voice spoke out. Offering its own two cents into the conversation while the person announced themselves.
"You just love dropping in on our conversations don't you mama Claudette?" Nea asked with a fake glare, placing her hands on her hips.
"Like how you dropped in on the conversation me and Meg were having last time?" The healer said with a raised eyebrow, cocking one hip and crossing her arms.
"Ok look I've already seen National Geographic, and I don't need you two to reenact two lionesses fighting." Meg said with a small smile, looking back and forth between the two for a desired reaction.
"I'm sorry did you just refer to us as lionesses? I feel violated." Nea said, trailing off at the end as if actually offended.
"If we are lionesses than what in the world are we supposed to call you Meg, because you're the worst among all the girls when it comes to temperament." Claudette said, teaming up with the Swede to take down their cheeky friend.
"I may have the most fiery temper." Meg said with a theatrical bow. "But I have more self control than most, especially with the track record of a certain street artist I consider a sister." Meg said, shifting her gaze to the short haired girl.
Meg received a scoff in reply, the artist blowing her dark bangs out of her face with a harsh exhale.
"Ladies! How are you? What are you girls talking about over here?" A certain gambler asked with a stroke of his goatee.
Now Meg loved Ace, he was the fun uncle, the one who always brought the coolest gifts on Christmas or any holiday where gift giving was tradition. And despite his gambling problem he had a lot of life experience and was more wise than he let on, and those same rules applied to the Argentinian's maturity.
But she was a little peeved that he'd interrupted her fun.
In the times where being one of the most looked up to survivors for holding everybody together, giving the best advice on surviving trials, and teaching everyone her best skills, Ace had become one of the only people Meg could go to when she was overwhelmed.
Of course she could go to her other friends, David wasn't afraid to lessen the tough exterior for his friends, especially Feng. He had a unique loyalty to his friends that Meg couldn't help but find endearing and flattering. Bill was also a great person for life advice, he had a bit of a vulgar mouth and his pessimism that creeps in through age and being a veteran, but he had long realized and understood the value of a positive outlook after enough time being here.
He just had trouble consistently applying it, which Meg was more than happy to irritate him into doing.
In that way this place had made them better, they had cut away many of their negative qualities for the sake of each other and surviving. All of them had been tempted to just give up, admit defeat and that they were mere shells of the survivors once bursting with life at the beginning.
But some weird twisted part of their minds was only okay with themselves giving up, not the others around them. So for them they refused to lose all hope. Meg had pulled together and the others had followed her into a brighter outlook of eventual freedom and enjoying the blessings they had while their stay extended itself.
It was how the hierarchy system was created, and it was how Meg gained a family she would never let go of.
"-eg, Meg!" Nea shook her shoulders, trying to bring her friend back to reality.
It seemed she had been deeper in thought reminiscing than she'd realized, and had subsequently not heard Ace's question.
"May I jump in on your little conversation, see if I have anything useful to say?" Ace's smile never faltered, his amusement evident and for once all three of them found his little suave poker player persona quite funny.
Nea cracked a smile, and Meg did as well. Ace was smart enough to repeat himself without prompting, sparing Meg the embarrassment.
Meg then remembered what she has just told Nea, and now what she had to tell Ace, and everyone else by extension. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to play it off as merely crossing her arms.
Ace's smile disappeared, replaced by an inquisitive look while his hand unconsciously went back to scratching his bearded chin.
"Meg, I can tell when somethings bothering you. If you don't want to tell me now I won't force you to, but please don't hide something important... I made the biggest mistake of my life hiding my gambling debt." Ace said somberly, his smile gone and his eyebrows falling down level with the top of his sun glasses.
Meg could confidently say that her mood was largely tied to others, and seeing Ace, such a usually happy and relaxed man become so regretful, guilt ridden, and concerned was disheartening. Nea and Ace must have felt the shift in atmosphere as well, Claudette walking up to him and gently hugging the man.
Ace returned the embrace tightly, rubbing the healers back to comfort her, and giving a small, reassuring smile to Meg and Nea.
Meg walked forward to join in on the hug, Nea staying behind, but the redhead was very pleasantly surprised to feel the Swede hug her back and reach around to Ace and Claudette.
Meg sighed, it was time to face the music.
"Alright Ace, I'll tell you all, just not here. Come on." Meg stepped back and waved for them to follow her.
After a few short minutes they had reached a small clearing not to far off from the campfire.
"I probably have been hiding this for too long, I just told Nea, but I found out that the Killers can talk, and I spoke to the Trapper." Meg held her hands up desperately, squeezing her eyes shut. "Please let me finish before you say anything."
Claudette and Ace relaxed.
"Thank you. It's just hard to talk about, he trapped me in two different lockers a few trials ago and refused to hit me, he was even gentle when he carried me. Then at the hatch he told me his name, asked for mine, and said he'd find me again because he had to "understand" or something along those lines." Meg let out with a ragged breath, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing.
"Then last round he...I don't even know how to properly explain it. He scared the crap out of me, and then apologized, and just started talking to me like he'd never met me! It was weird, and the he let me go." Meg said tersely, very tempted to hit her own legs in annoyance.
Of course Ace's smile could never disappear for long, and neither could his joking attitude. "Well don't tell that to little miss producer over there." Ace said, blindly jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. "She'll have your head before you even know it's gone."
Both girls couldn't help but laugh under their breath, you'd think that they'd see his jokes coming after so much time dealing with the older man, but he never ceased to manage a chuckle out of them.
Although Meg had her one favorite jab at the gambler. It was usually reserved when he was particularly pleased with himself at a joke or someone's reaction.
"Lucky Ace got us, a trio of insane girls to laugh, wow would you look at that!" Sarcasm dripped off of every word from Meg's mouth.
Who said their couldn't be benefits to loosing your mind? It made it easier to mess with her family. Although was that worth the cost of having the attention of a psycho like the Trapper?
But naturally Ace just bounced back like it was nothing.
"You're sure right I'm lucky, it's my middle name firecracker. But on a serious note, what are you gonna do about the big lug next time he spots you? It doesn't seem like he'd hurt you but it's obvious he doesn't care about the rest of us." Ace said with a flippant wave to Nea and Claudette.
Right... Meg's biggest worry was that there was nothing guaranteeing that her wish alone would be enough to stay his blade from the others, or guarantee that he wouldn't continue to sacrifice her.
Right as she was about to answer Nea beat her to the punch. "Well let's get everyone else together and explain it all, hopefully the next trial will have three of us and we can see how he reacts."
Meg didn't think she'd ever heard Nea sound excited for a trial, and Meg didn't think she'd ever feel excited for one either, however there was a lot of anxiousness and fear alongside it. Last time it had been complete fear, she'd been certain that the Trapper would kill her for one reason or another.
Now she wasn't quite as sure, but doubt of her survival was prominent.
Lucky for them, the trials always stacked on each other, if one ended another was guaranteed to start almost immediately, and there were usually two happening at a time.
Ash, Yun Jin, Quentin, and Tapp were in a trial currently, and the other had Felix, Elodie, Jill, and Leon.
Meg could already guess one of them would be an easy game for the killer. The one with Jill and Leon in, they were well trained police and smart people, but still had hardly any clue as to the nuances of this realm and how it differentiates from reality.
The first one actually might not be so bad, Quentin, Ash, and Tapp were all quite reasonably skilled, but Yun Jin was the weak link. However whoever the killer was is what mattered. If Quentin and his group were up against the Wraith, it was game over. They just weren't skilled enough. While if the second group was up against the Executioner, it was rather up in the air if he'd get all four of them, but Meg had no doubt only one would escape.
As they approached the others Meg could hear her friends chatting amongst themselves about random topics from stories of their past life to what everyone's "type" was.
Well if this went well and they were all onboard the next time Meg had her friends against the Trapper it would be an interesting and potentially deadly trial.
Evan despised most of the other killers and everybody knew it.
He was curt at best and hostile at worst to the others when interacting with them. Unfortunately for everybody he needed to interact with them for items and offerings.
The Entity had created a system that just had to be designed to make them hate each other and their life circumstances in general. It gave them "Bloodpoints" that they were able to use to get items. It was a strange and most likely over complex system but it was all they had.
They earned points from trials and could "offer" them to the entity in return for a random slew of items from the deity. Unfortunately it wouldn't always give them items that worked with their powers, and he had gotten every type of item for every other killer by now.
So the killers would often visit each other for "trading". For example, Ghost face got items for every killer, some of which did work for his own power, but would often visit Evan to give him bear trap related items because he wanted the extra space, and because Evan always got items that only worked with Ghost face's power.
Him, Phillip, and Max, would often just leave items in their respective realms without trading because they knew they didn't need too. Of course they had to actually go into each other's realms since some killers would purposefully take other killers items for leverage, but it was still simpler.
But unfortunately Evan had a particular idea in mind and needed more honing stones and bloody coils if his new "build" was going to work. His books in his estate housed information of every skill of the other killers that the Entity granted them.
For this build he was relying heavily on his traps as defensive sentries rather than traps to catch survivors he couldn't keep up with.
However few those were.
Lisa's Devour hope and ruin spells combined with Max's tinkering and his own agitation were quite the formidable quartet. Using bear traps to guard the hex's and only letting survivors get the generators on the opposite side of the map from the totems rarely failed him.
While he did have a few of the bear trap items he needed, it would only last him so many trials even with black ward offerings. He needed to stockpile before switching strategy and using up other items.
It was all a large cycle of switching items to use while stockpiling the ones he was no longer using. Occasionally restocking what he was currently putting into practice.
But unfortunately for Evan he had to march across the known forest of the Entity to Ghost face. Ghost face, to Evans knowledge, had the most bear trap items compared to other killers.
On the bright side, Evan had an entire stitched bag full of items for ghost face, including his ultra rare items like the security camera to barter with.
To an outsider, Ghost face having no realm had no downsides, but to someone in Ghosts face's position, it was quite the terrible hand.
With Evans estate, it never moved allowing anyone to find him, but also was a fortress. Large impenetrable brick walls thanks to the entity with metal spikes adorning the top of it, a thick forest that while most killers knew, all of them only knew the ones from the trials, and Evan could change the one in his realm. As well as the fact that this one was all of his smaller realms put together, not five separate small ones.
The storage house, Coal tower, and Mines were much different, fully repaired and furnished for the sake of comfort and defense against any of the other killers should they decide he was a target.
He didn't have much concern with the majority, simple bear traps in well concealed locations that he constantly switched were enough in his mind for legion or death slinger. No, the more beast like ones are what he designed the buildings for.
Bear traps with custom poison and other substances to induce more pain, itchiness, flesh corroding acid. As well as other proximity traps like fire bombs or traps design to rip a body to pieces.
Those were meant for the Demogorgon, Nemsis, Executioner, Pinhead, Oni, Etc. The non human, immortal, or incredibly powerful killers.
He had a book full on their abilities and theorized weaknesses from speculation and actual observation.
Thanks to the cocky killers everyone had been challenged to a fight at one point or another, Evan usually got to watch because for some reason they decided the area just outside the brick walls of his estate was the best area to fight and trade.
He supposed the open area that formed a clearing in between the trees was likely why, as well as the fact that his estate was largely in the center of the forest. Many of them also did it to try and subtly give him the middle finger for nearly everything he'd done to them.
Although his actual manor was so deep in the estate that he had to travel nearly a mile of forest to get to the front gate.
All his thoughts that drifted towards fighting the stronger killers eventually disappeared as he approached a house in an open area.
Evan had no inclination as to how the house was related to Ghost Face's past and had no desire to know anything about the sociopathic egomaniac. He just wanted purely business, and then going all the way back to his estate. Although the house granted to the shadow loving killer was similar to the houses in Haddonfield.
Now that he thought of it sometimes it was nice to be able to live as far away from Ghost Face as possible. Even if he had to walk so far just for his own items.
He knew Ghost Face was home, he could feel it in the air, the presence of a stalker only different from Michael in the fact that he loved to hear himself talk.
Maybe that was why he was generally hated by all but the most vile killers, and even then there was doubt, he had his allies amongst the killers, but those were allies, not friends.
Evan's thoughts drifted once again to Megan, although he quickly focused on the present. He couldn't appear distracted or love struck in front of Ghost face, and he needed these items if he was going to please the Entity enough so he had some breathing room when it inevitably got mad at his refusal to sacrifice the spitfire.
Evan approached the door, banging on it loudly, sending a clear message of impatience and annoyance. Ghost face understood, no matter how smart he was or how dumb he thought all the other killers were he knew Ghost face could get irritated very easily. You just had to know what buttons to press.
Well, he supposed that was one other thing that separated him from Michael.
The door swung open after a few seconds to reveal Ghost face, mask on and everything, standing by the door with his hand still gripping the brass knob.
"Well, well, well, how are you Evan? Ah are those items you've got?" Danny placed a singular finger on the chin of his mask. "Well give me just a moment, after all who am I to turn down good business?"
Straight to the point for once Ghost face turned around and went searching for his stash of bear trap items, Evan remaining at the door.
They'd done this too many time already, it was getting robotic. But as always Ghost face wasn't one to let things bore him, he always had to have something to entertain himself.
So when he returned carrying a large sack in one hand and started trading items of equal value he just had to open his big mouth.
"My my, I don't think I've ever seen you bring this many items to trade with anyone, what's the special occasion?" His voice had an echoing quality to it, as if the material of his screaming mask altered his voice.
Evan now met a fork in the road. It would be relatively harmless to tell Ghost face about his new build idea, ghost face himself couldn't use it as effectively as he could since he was a stealth killer, not an area control one, but he really didn't want to get sucked into a conversation with the blabber mouth.
He'd already heard enough of his voice for several life times.
"Low on stock, needed some more for the trials and a new idea in testing." He replied gruffly. Short, simple, too the point, but never enough to get Danny of his back.
"Oh now what build might that be?" Danny asked, throughout the entire interaction Ghost face constantly had that taunting, smart Alec tone. Evan didn't think he'd ever heard the man speak without it, even if the killer had just failed a trial miserably.
"Something you couldn't pull off." Evan replied curtly, already regretting coming so far just to be pestered. It was true as well, ghost face was just barely on the newer spectrum of killers in this realm, over the seeming years of the trials with these survivors, Ghost face arrived somewhere in the middle Mark.
Evan himself had even heard Herman or Kenneth taunting the robed killer for not being as skilled as them at trials, and then subsequently Herman would remind Kenneth or "Jeffery" that he was less experienced than the doctor as well.
"You hurt me, I bet I could pull it off if you just told me what surely ingenious idea your planning on doing." Ghost face said while placing a hand on his chest in offense.
Evan paused, considering it. He reveled at the opportunity to prove Ghost face wrong and ruin his day. But there were nuances to be considered, if he went against the new survivors he was guaranteed to win, but if he went against the more experienced ones he'd have a lot of trouble. And if Danny went against his little blood bird he was doomed to failure, but what if his rabbit was alone?
Without properly skilled teammates it would be extremely difficult for her to survive, but Megan did not get her streak of survival by pure luck or through always having the best teammates to help her. She was strong, she was fast, and she was smart.
"Fine... if you can sacrifice all four survivors using this build, and all of the survivors there have been in the trials longer than Kenneth have, you can have all my items relating to your power and one other killer for free."
Ghost face tilted his head to the other side in an exaggerated manner. Evan remained expressionless despite the mask, but was smiling deviously on the inside, he had Danny hooked well.
"And?" Ghost face let the word hang.
"If you fail, and any of them escape, whether through the hatch or not. I get all of your bear trap and Legion items for free."
Ghost face didn't move his head back into an upright position, placing a gloved hand on his mask and stroking the "chin" of it.
"Hmmmmm...Deal."