Meg decided that she didn't want to be alone today. She sat on one of the logs around the campfire and kicked the dirt with her shoes as Nea was reciting another one of her crazy stories from when she was in the real world. She had a pretty thick accent so it was a little hard to understand her sometimes, but was she a damn good storyteller. Meg even found herself chuckling when she heard that Nea had sprayed her spray paint in the cops eyes and booked it down an alley when he caught her tagging the side of a building at night.

Meg felt eyes burning into the top of her head, but she didn't look up. She knew Claudette had to be staring at her. She knew deep down that Claudette was desperate to talk about what had happened, but Meg, stubborn and irresponsible as she is, was putting it off as long as possible. She had no interest at all in tackling those feelings right now. The kiss had happened three days ago and it had stewed in Meg's head the entire time. She hadn't even checked her phone the entire time. It was on silent in her pocket where it always was. She sometimes felt it vibrate and knew that NightDream and CrystalFeather had been messaging her. She just didn't feel like talking to anyone. Which was weird, because she was surrounding herself with the other survivors to keep from talking. It might not make sense, and it might not be fair, but she just really didn't want to deal with all of that right now. Besides, the trials would be starting any second now. There was no time anyway.

"You did not!"

"I did! It was nuts! He didn't even see it coming!"

The howling of laughter mad Meg jump a little. She looked up to see Nea, Feng, David, Dwight, Jake, and Ace all laughing hysterically to whatever joke Nea had just made that Meg didn't hear. She made the mistake of glancing at Claudette who was sitting there across from Meg, hugging herself with her knees to her chest. Her eyes were glazed over almost but they were definitely on Meg. They made brief eye contact. Meg turned away quickly, feeling her heart skip a beat in guilt.

Claudette didn't deserve the silent treatment. Before Meg ever found that stupid phone, she had always had a huge crush on Claudette. She would often catch Claudette giving her flirty looks in trials and she would always sit next to her at the campfire. Meg would be lying if she said that she didn't flirt with her back. She had laid by herself at night and imagined kissing the dark haired girl for what seemed like years now. Imagined what it would be like to be in her arms. Claudette as it turned out, had been doing the very same. Yet... neither had made a move. It had become some kind of game between them.

Then Meg took a walk in the woods and found a stupid phone and developed stupid feelings for someone who wouldn't even tell her their stupid name. Claudette deserved her attention more than NightDream. Meg should get up right now and sweep the smaller girl into her arms and kiss her hard in front of everyone. She should look into her eyes and tell Claudette that she loved her, and they could start a relationship. They'd hold hands at the campfire and sneak off into the woods when nobody was looking. That is what Meg should do right now.

But there she sat.

With Claudette in her head, and NightDream in her heart.

Meg clenched her teeth together and closed her eyes. Everything was so complicated now. Meg felt so strongly for NightDream and she'd never have him. He was unreachable. She'd never know what it was like to kiss him. She'd never know what it was like to be in his arms. She'd never even meet him. But god... did she love him.

Wait... Love?

...Yes.

Meg was in love with NightDream. This was nothing like any of the crushes that Meg had had before. Her past girlfriends and boyfriends who she'd at one point said she loved all felt meaningless. They were child's play. In comparison, Meg might as well have been dating strangers.

Meg cared for Claudette. She really did, but Meg couldn't be with Claudette simply because she was convenient. That wouldn't be fair. She can't kiss her while she was in love with someone else. That would be cruel. She'd never do that to someone who had always shown her unimaginable kindness. Someone who had literally saved her life countless times.

Speaking of saving lives... It was time to lose them.

The dark mist filtered into the clearing and surrounded the survivors. It was time for a trial. It was time to die.

Her vision blurred and faded to black. She felt weightlessness and then suddenly she was falling.

She landed hard into the tall grass sheltered under unnatural darkness at the Macmillan Estate. A thud next to her and a short grunt told her that David had landed nearby. Two other survivors were in this trial too, but time would tell who they are. She and David exchanged a brief glance and a nod as they trekked together through the grass and wove their way around the tall trees. A generator revealed itself to the pair soon enough, and they got to work on it immediately, reconnecting and rewiring wires and jamming cogs back into place. She had no idea how she knew what to do to this day, but her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they worked with the skill of the most experienced engineer. No doubt the Entity's doing, since she'd never touched a generator in her life in the real world.

Eventually the generator sputtered and shook as it sprang to life, the lights above it flashing on suddenly and announced like a neon sign where they were. They jumped into action quickly, running off and finding cover before the killer, whoever they were, made their way over to scout the area. While she ran towards a smaller building she noticed two other lights light up in the distance. Great, so they had at least three generators done. Two more and they could open the exit gates and escape this hell hole.

Meg ducked through the doorway and found railroad tracks at her feet. Her eyes followed them until they sloped down into what could only been the entrance to a mine. The ground was uneven and the building was broken in places. There must have been some kind of cave in when this building was at the real Macmillan Estate. She wondered what had caused that to happen.

Suddenly her heart began to pound in her chest. She felt anxiety and fear fill her and instantly knew that the killer was close. She ran forward and climbed up onto a platform above the mouth of the cave, opening a locker that sat there as quietly as she could and slipping inside, closing it shut and holding her breath. She peeked through one of the slots on the door and kept a look out for the killer.

David sprinted through the entrance to the building, blood dripping from a wound in his side. He clutched it and kept his feet moving despite the pain. Meg hadn't even heard him scream. David was one tough guy, but nobody is tougher than a weapon.

He was running as fast as he could towards Meg because there was a window next to the locker she was in. She felt her heart skip a beat as a hulking shadow sprang from behind him and slashed it's weapon across his back. David screamed then, falling to the ground hard. He hissed and turned over as the form of the Trapper came into view. He held a hand up in a feeble attempt to protect himself but it was no use. The Trapper slashed his weapon down onto David, and he fell silent. David was either dead or unconscious from the pain, but either didn't matter. He would go on a hook now dead or alive. Meg waited silently for the Trapper to pick David up and carry him off.

But the Trapper didn't do that right away. He looked down at the possibly lifeless form of David king and stood there for a second. His head was down and his arms were limp at his side. He looked... almost sad? That... that couldn't be right. Meg must be imagining that.

With a resigned sigh, the Trapper leaned down and scooped David up and hefted him up onto his shoulder and without a word like always, carried him quietly away towards the nearest hook. Meg watched him go, confusion filling her mind. Though she shook it off after a few moments. Just like how Meg and the other survivors didn't want to be here, she doubted that some of the killers wanted to be here too. Who would want to kill people for all of eternity? Who wanted to be killed for all of eternity? She guessed not many people. She recalled the Wraith showing the same kind of behavior once in a trial. She had completely disregarded it at the time, but it was obvious to her now. She felt almost sad for the killers.

Then she remembered the sharp sting of the countless amount of traps that had snapped onto her ankle and the endless wounds inflicted by the weapon made of bone, and felt a little less sad about their situation.

Meg had luckily escaped the trial with no wounds, but wasn't so lucky for the rest of the trials for the day. Regardless, she mindlessly made her trek back out into the woods towards her familiar spot. She plopped down against her tree and rested her head against the bark. She felt so tired.

"Meg."

Meg's eyes snapped open to see Claudette walking towards her with something in her hands. Shit. Meg completely forgot she'd been avoiding Claudette in her fatigue.

"Oh... Hey Claudette... Uh... listen I-"

"I know that it's you."

Meg blinked at her, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "What? You know I'm who?"

Claudette looked away when she spoke, a nervous look on her face, "I know that you have a phone. I know that you're HiddenWhisper."

Meg may have been scared in the trials, but she felt true terror overtake her at Claudette's words.

"Wh- What... How... How do you know?" Meg managed to spit out, fumbling completely over her words. She stared at Claudette in complete shock. What did this all mean? Did the Entity know? Was she going to tell the others?

Claudette opened her hands in front of Meg, revealing the exact same make and model of the phone that was sitting in Meg's pocket right now. Did that mean...

The dark haired girl looked into her eyes and gave her a sad smile, "I know who you are, because I'm CrystalFeather."