Nobody knew why Dwight insisted on wearing his old watch. It had never worked since he came into the Entity's realm and everyone was fairly sure, time did not exist here anyway. But still, Dwight wore it. David had often watched Dwight wind the watch and stare at it intently when everyone else was sleeping. There was nothing too special about it, David noted. Just a simple black watch, with a simple clasp that could be easily undone. That is probably how this situation happened.
David recalled back to earlier that day. Himself, Dwight, Jake and Adam were summoned into the latest trial. David smirked to himself when he heard the last generator being powered up. All he had to do now was rescue Dwight from the hook and they would be out of here. He moved towards the man, who was hanging limp, as quickly and quietly as he could. "Come 'ere, then", he whispered, as he pulled the nervous leader from the hook. "T-thank you", he whispered back. David gave him a hard but, affectionate pat on the back. "Right, let's get goin' before-". He was cut off by the sudden sound of a ringing bell, and the Wraith materialised in front of them.
"Shit. Move", David commanded, shoving Dwight through a window, in the wooden fence. Dwight let out a cry as the sudden movement caused him to lose his balance. He tripped over the ledge of the window, snagging his arm on the woodwork in the process. David quickly helped the man to his feet, avoiding the killer's weapon just in time. The pair dashed towards the nearest door, where Adam and Jake were waiting, the killer hot on their trial. David shielded Dwight from another hit, grunting as the weapon sliced his shoulder. They kept running until all four of them were back at the warmth of the campfire.
Claudette immediately stood when she saw the group come back. "Anybody hurt?", she asked, her eyes moving towards the scrapper, before adding; "Except David?". David chuckled, warmly. He could not remember the last time he had come back from a trial unscathed, and Claudette knew this. "You can take Dwight, 'ere. Your favourite patient can wait". Claudette rolled her eyes at him, despite obviously enjoying his company. She ushered them both towards the edge of the camp. The two men filled her in on the events of the trial, while she looked over Dwight's injuries. "Let me see if I have something to stop the bleeding on your arm", Claudette said, turning to rummage in her med kit. Dwight inspected his wound, before turning to look at David. He could still see the blood from his shoulder, seeping through his jacket. "Sorry I got you hit", he said quietly. "Eh, it ain't nothin'. Think you got it worse". Dwight turned to inspect his arm again, his eyes suddenly growing wide. "Shit!", he exclaimed, startling Claudette in the process. "Dwight!", she scolded him, slapping the back of his head playfully. "Sorry…My…My watch. It must have fallen off".
David watched as Dwight held his wrist close to his chest, as if his hand would drop off if he let go. "Oh, I'm sorry Dwight", Claudette consoled him, as she gently pulled his arm away from his chest and began working on it. "What's the big deal?", Nea chimed in, as she walked past. "It's not like the stupid thing worked anyway". David opted not to say anything, internally agreeing with Nea. However, he could not stop his heart from wrenching when he saw the bespectacled man's face fall at her comment.
The three remained silent until Claudette had finished healing Dwight. David watched as the leader thanked her, then quickly stood and walked towards the trees clutching his wrist. David could not help but raise an eyebrow, as he removed his jacket and moved to sit closer to Claudette. "Don't judge him too harshly. I think it reminds him of home", she said, lowering her voice to add; "I also think it was an anxiety thing". David nodded, "Yeah, I noticed". His mind drifted, as Claudette patched him up. He felt genuinely sorry for Dwight and he was going to do something about it.
He waited until he was called for another trial. As the fog began to roll in, he watched as Ace, Meg and Nea stood with him. "Anyone got anythin' to bring us a bit of luck?", David called over to them. "Besides my charming self?", Ace wiggled his eyebrows, dramatically. "Come on, mate. It's important". Ace sighed, throwing his jar of salty lips into the fire. "I hope you know what you're doing". David curtly nodded, throwing what looked like a vehicle key into the flames. "I do".
David smiled to himself as the fog cleared, and Autohaven Wreckers appeared in front of him. This is where he needed to be. This is where the last trial was. For once, he did not want to draw attention to himself. He wanted to get back to where Dwight was last hooked, hoping he would be lucky enough to come across the lost watch. He could hear faint humming as he reached his destination. He shuddered. He hated the huntress the most.
He quickly searched around the hook, peering through the grass. He looked in a nearby locker. Nothing. "Fuck it", he kicked the wooden wall, angrily, not wanting to accept his defeat. He began to stomp of, when he heard it. The shattering of glass under his foot. He raised his head towards the sky as if daring the Entity to test him further. He looked under his boot, to see Dwight's prized possession. "For fuck's sake", David mumbled, scooping it up and watching as the shards of glass spilled onto the ground. He had completely smashed it. He aggressively shoved the watch into his pocket and went to look for the others. This whole thing had been a waste of time.
The group managed to escape with minor injuries and were soon back at camp. David could hardly look at Dwight. How could he give the watch back after he had ruined it? David sat alone, contemplating his options. He pulled the watch out of his pocket and turned it over in his hands, inspecting it. It was fine for the most part. Just a little dirty and was now missing the glass. He scratched his head aggressively, wondering if he could fix it.
David stalked over to Jake, who was dozing nearby. "Oi", David woke him, kicking him lightly in the foot. Jake opened one eye, obviously annoyed. "What?". "Where's all that shit you've been scavengin'?". Jake was known to scavenge supplies and random junk from trials, something the group greatly appreciated, when they needed some spare scrap for their toolboxes. Jake tilted his head towards a nearby log. "In that box, over there. Knock yourself out".
David sifted through the crate. He was not exactly sure what he was looking for. There was all sorts of junk in here. He stopped when he came across a small torch, comparing the size of the flashlight to the size of the watch's face. "This might fuckin' work", he thought to himself, grinning.
David returned to his sitting spot and opened his tool box. He carefully began to dissect the flashlight, trying to act as quickly as possible before he could be scolded for wasting useful supplies. He removed the lens and began to line it up with the watch's face. It was just about a perfect fit. David smirked to himself. It was about time he had some luck, in this place. He worked for a couple of minutes, using his tools and some glue to secure the lens as best as he could. He used his jacket to wipe away the dirt that had invaded the watch's strap, then took a moment to admire his handiwork. It was not perfect but, David was still impressed with himself.
He scanned the campsite for Dwight, spotting him hunched over on a log. David bashfully made his way over to him, suddenly worried that he might reject his work. He shook the feeling off, scolding himself. "This ain't nothin'", he told himself. "If he don't like it, fuck him".
He quietly sat down next to the leader, trying to ignore the nerves that were building in his stomach. He cleared his throat, "You…alright?". Dwight nodded, wringing his hands together. "How was the trial?". "It was nothin'", the scrapper told him. Dwight simply accepted this response. He had stopped caring how the trials were going, if he honest but, it was polite to ask. A silence fell between them before David attempted to speak up again. "I…uh…here", he thrusted the watch into Dwight's hands, watching the man's eye light up as he did so. "You…You found it!", he exclaimed. "How?". David looked at his feet, suddenly embarrassed. "I, ah, just came across it, y'know? It was pretty fucked though. Some, ah…The killer must 'ave walked on it or somethin'". Dwight inspected the watch, confused. "It looks fine to me". "Ah, well, I fucked up the glue a bit". Dwight glanced at David, then back at the watch, his face blushing slightly. "Y-you…fixed it? For me?". David looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "It was…was nothin'".
David turned back to face the leader, just in time to be swept up in a tight hug. "Thank you, David. I can't even begin to tell you what this means". David patted Dwight's back, smirking slightly. "Like I said…'tis nothin'". He watched as Dwight secured the watch to his wrist, admiring it.
"Why's it so important?", David could not help himself from asking. "Oh. It just…helps. I can...I'll set it to an hour time, like 4pm I'll breath in. And then I can, um, w-wind it to the next hour and that's when I, uh…b-breath out again". Dwight attempted to explain, stumbling over his words, embarrassed. "I know everyone thinks it's dumb but I…". He trailed off, looking to the floor. David reached over and grabbed the leader's shoulder, affectionately. "Nah, I think it's smart. If it helps, then fuck what they think". Dwight blushed, surprised by the scrapper's gentle tone.
Dwight ran his fingers over watch's face, David watching him do so. "Sorry it ain't the same". Dwight simply shook his head, "I like it. It's got a rugged charm to it". "Like me?", David teased shoving him, playfully. Dwight covered his mouth, "Oh, I didn't mean…". "I know, mate". Dwight smiled, meeting David's eyes. "Really…Thank you". David nodded, "Any time".