Meg just stood there with her eyes wide in shock. She had no idea how exactly to react to this revelation. She had no idea that NightDream, the person she'd spent hours upon hours with, was The Trapper of all people?

Somewhere in the back of her mind she recalled the time when she had been hiding in a locker. The Trapper had shown remorse then for what he'd done. He had seemed extremely unhappy, like he was just going through the motions. The Entity had also said that he had hated killing as well.

Everything… just kind of fell into place after that.

The Trapper stood there looking at her, his face covered by that creepy smiling mask that he always wore. Was it a choice to wear that? She really hoped it wasn't welded to his face or something. He looked away and seemed to be gathering himself before raising one of his hands and bringing it to his face. He slid a finger underneath his mask and untied it quietly. He slowly pulled the mask off of his face with both hands and held it down by his waist. Meg stared at the mask for a moment before her eyes slowly trailed up his body and rested on his face.

He was an extremely large man, that was one obvious trait about him that she couldn't ignore. He had to be almost a foot taller than her at the very least. He had round brown eyes and a large nose with a scar running across it. He had scars all over his body in fact, now that she was getting a better look at him.

He was also completely bald, but she knew that already. Lastly, he had a really sharp jawline that framed a very square face, but it suited his very rough exterior. He looked really intimidating and threatening on the outside, but Meg knew better than to fall for that lie.

His eyebrows were furrowed on his forehead and he looked really nervous and insecure, but he looked right into Meg's eyes and held the contact. Meg could tell that this really was a lot for him, and it was for her too, but she kept reminding herself that she'd been dreaming of this day for a long time, and the shock of seeing what NightDream looked like did nothing to sway how she felt, or to discourage what she wanted from him. In fact, only the initial shock began to fade, she couldn't help but realize how much she enjoyed looking at him.

Meg took a few cautious steps towards him. She wanted to take this slow considering how big of a moment this was. The Trapper raised his head and watched her make her way towards him. He took a few steps of his own and they met in the middle. Meg looked up at him and he looked down at her.

Meg gently closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face against his chest, holding him tightly. He moved his arms out of the way and blinked at her a few times. He hesitated, but eventually returned the hug, holding her against him and resting his chin on top of her head.

They stayed like this for who knows how long, but when Meg eventually pulled away it still wasn't enough, but the Trapper accepted it and they looked at each other again.

"I thought you'd be taller." Meg chuckled, giving him a giddy look.

He smiled at her and tilted his head, "Yeah, I'll have to agree with you there."

Meg punched him in the arm playfully and laughed, "Hey! I'll have you know I'm the tallest in my family!"

"Short family I guess!"

They laughed together and smiled at each other again warmly. This was good. It was like nothing changed between them, like they were talking through the phone again just like always.

But this time, he was right in front of her. This was real. He was real.

Meg reached up and pulled him into another hug, this time tighter and almost desperate. He returned the embrace without any hesitation.

Hundreds of questions were flying through Meg's head as they held each other. She chose a few of the most important ones.

"What's your real name?"

"Evan Macmillan"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine."

"Who's Randy?"

He chuckled a little before responding, "Randy is a new killer. You don't know him yet."

"God. That means a new survivor too. Poor souls."

"Don't feel so sorry for Randy, I think he might really enjoy killing people. It might be sexual for him too."

"Fuck."

This time it was Evan who pulled away first, "Meg, listen… about what I did…"

Meg shook her head, grabbing his hand and holding it between both of hers, "It's okay Evan, I understand. It's okay."

He put his free hand on top of hers, frowning, "No, this is serious. I shouldn't have done that to you. It wasn't fair for me to block you without warning like that. I Panicked, and it was wrong of me. I'm so sorry."

Meg found it difficult to look him in the eye when he said that. He looked so… sad. Evan Macmillan was a very complicated and sad man, and Meg was more than willing to help him through his issues and insecurities. She wanted to give him everything he was deprived in life and in death.

Without really thinking about it, because she'd done enough thinking for an entire lifetime, she stood up on her toes and caressed his face, slowly moving her lips towards his. He looked surprised for a split second but realized what was happening quickly. It was sad to see him not expect to be shown affection, but that was something Meg was very willing to show he deserved.
Evan also raised a hand and cupped her cheek, leaning down to meet her halfway.

"Isn't this adorable?"

Before they had the chance to kiss they were interrupted by the booming voice all around them. The ground shook with the force of it. Evan instinctively pulled Meg close to him, putting her behind him to keep her away from the Entity.

"I've been cooking up an experiment for myself along side the other's i've been conducting! Would you like to see?"

"Leave us alone!" Evan yelled up at the voice, fear and anger plastered on his face.

Meg didn't like being shoved away from the confrontation like this, but she couldn't help but feel safer with Evan protecting her. It was the first time in a long time she'd felt security like this. Selfishly, she let Evan hold her behind him. \

Suddenly the presence faded almost. Well… not so much as faded but localized. Across from them, the mist swirled around in place across the clearing. The clicking and growling sounds of the Entity contorted and twisted into one space, the dark mist getting thicker and thicker until suddenly it dispersed quickly, and in it's place stood something that resembled a man, but was far from one.

He had dark skin and piercing black eyes. Along his slender form was a black suit that hung neatly from his frame. He also had short slick black hair with a few stray strands handing in his face and a sharp chin with a very neatly trimmed goatee just above his long neck.

He took a few steps towards them.

"Do you like it? I've been experimenting with new ways to interact with my pets! This would be a much more pleasant way to keep an eye on them, don't you think?" He gave them a wide grin that revealed his pure white teeth underneath his dark lips. Every single detail on him screamed danger, and Meg found herself extremely unsettled by the Entity taking the form of a man. If she wasn't so nervous she might have even been offended.

Meg had lost hope before, but now that NightDream was standing right next to her with his arms around her, she now had something to live for. She had found her lost hope, and she was scared to lose it.

The Entity stood up straight and put his hands behind his back, glaring at them with what seemed like a permanent sinister grin. He walked the rest of the way towards them, "Well, you've had your moments together! It's time to return to the trials and continue to obey."

Meg stopped breathing at his words. Her heart skipped several beats.

Evan got into a defensive stance, holding Meg securely behind him and an almost feral snarl coming out of him as he faced the Entity.

The Entity looked at him up and down, shaking his head, "This is no way to treat your master, Trapper."

What happened next Meg barely had time to register. It all happened so fast.

Evan swung at the Entity, completely prepared to fight him so he could stay with Meg. It was so stupid of him, but what other choice did he have? He was angry, and Evan didn't think things through at the best of times, so throwing all these new unfamiliar emotions at him certainly did him no favors.

With the barely noticeable flick of the being wrist, Evan went flying to the side and crashed against a tree at the other side of the clearing. Meg screamed and ran towards him but The Entity snapped and suddenly everything went dark.

When Meg opened her eyes, she was sitting next to the other survivors with the flicking light from the campfire illuminating the tears on her face.