Another day, another trial. Claudette had not seen the Huntress or Mother's Dwelling in eighteen trials, which gave cause for worry. What happened? Was the ruthless murderer alright? Yes, it was a pretty strange thought to be worried about a killer's well being and safety, but the botanist knew that Anna looked and even occasionally acted as if she was a fearful child. The Gideon Meat Packing Plant was filled with the smell of rot and the sound of her and Meg working on a generator, sending shudders down everybody's spines. Nea was currently searching around for the killer so they could chase her around until they finished, and Quentin was searching through a chest to find something to bring back to the campfire, which seemed to be the only source of warmth and security in this realm. The sounds of tinkering with various wires were apparent and thankfully easy. There were no hexes to be found yet, and no more tests of reflexes had shown up. Suddenly, an inhuman screech was heard and the Pig sprang out from around a corner, heading straight for Claudette. Her girlfriend sprinted away from the gen, hoping her lover was able to do the same. Unfortunately, the girl was not as athletic, and was hit quickly. The disgusting mask smelled worse than the area around it, and she let out a scream of both pain and surprise as the momentum propelled her away from the knife wielding girl. A chase began quickly, Claudette groaning. She guessed she would have to distract the killer this time, and that was never a fun duty. It seemed that Nea was halfway across the plant, still searching for the thing chasing her relentessly at the moment. The girl frowned, looping circles around a pallet with the killer before finally slamming the dull wood onto its face, causing it to squeak uncharacteristically and back up. Using this moment was crucial to her own survival. The girl began to run away from the area, instantly hearing the angry screech from the creature as it lost line of sight of its prey. Unfortunately, she had underestimated it's powers, and hadn't noticed it sneaking up behind her. With a quick swipe, Claudette was down, sprawling to the floor. Fast puffs of air came out of the Pig's eye holes as it neared her, crouching down next to her. The healer was prepared to feel a trap fastened to her head or to be picked up, but after a couple seconds neither happened. With this, the girl opened her eyes only to see the thing taking it's mask off. Rotting flesh fell to the floor, revealing a... girl. Bags under her eyes, choppy short hair. She couldn't believe it. The Pig was human. Of course, it wasn't much of a stretch especially with Anna, but Claudette had gotten so used to dehumanizing them that she didn't realize that most of them probably are (or used to be) human.
"Jesus. That drop hurt, you know?"
A light voice lilted through the air, dripping mischief and wile. Claudette gasped, her glasses almost falling off her face and onto the floor. She spoke, too.
"What? Are you surprised? I'm not mute like Myers is."
She quipped, giving a hearty chuckle to which there was no response. Claudette had heard from Laurie that he had never spoke, and how he was a terrible monster even if he was her brother. She was surprised and a bit worried that Laurie thought that the Shape was her brother, although it seemed that each killer was pretty much matched with a survivor in some way, shape or form. She still believed her though, since she looked like she had a pretty good handle on how to deal with him.
"Not a talker, I see. Well, don't worry. Before I kill you, we need to talk."
The tired woman waited for a response, only to get a telling silence.
"Okay then. You know Anna, right? Better known as the Huntress? She wanted to tell you that when you came back she made something for you. You and the other girl that sprinted away from me. By the way, I'm Amanda. I know, pretty basic. The others won't like this, but I'm gonna give you a couple of names. You have to figure out who's who. Think of it like a little game between you and me. If you win, every time you see me I'll probably just wave, give you a big hug, and let you go. If you lose, well.. I get to kill you. Personally. Every time you see me, I get to torture you with every ounce of creativity I have. You have three names, three people to match them up to, and you get three guesses for each of them. Now Anna kept saying I'm the most personable and normal looking out of everybody else, which I guess I agree with. Honestly, the only reason I'm giving you a chance at life is because she asked and she's my friend. You've got until I see you again. I know the Entity will probably be a dick and send you back next trial, but even I have standards. We'll be in touch, and I'll let you know when I want your answer. Understand?"
The woman said, hunching over the relatively shocked Claudette to place a trap on her head. The hooks in her mouth hurt like hell, rust and blood mixing together to create a terrible, messy cocktail. The woman had picked up her mask and tucked it into the folds of her robes, hoisting her over her shoulder. How did such a little thing pick her up so easily? Amanda, as she called herself, simply carried her to the nearest hook. Claudette began to struggle, but was gripped even tighter.
"Are you gonna behave?"
She asked. The victim softly nodded, stopping her endless barrage of kicking and hitting Amanda's back and chest. With one fluid motion, she was lifted up and punctured on the thing, which caused a muffled scream escape her mouth.
"Sally, Bubba, and Rin. Good luck. Oh, and the... five you have to choose from are the Nurse, the Hag, the Trapper, the Spirit, and the Cannibal. Gotta put a red herring somewhere in there."
The girl sarcastically waved to the hanging botanist, pulling over the mask before crouching and walking away. The last generator was finished and angry sirens blared to alert everyone. Meg had come running back as soon as she heard the scream of her lover, quickly unhooking her. For now, Claudette could think of nothing else besides going back to the fire and resting. The short killer had resided herself to a corner of her packing plant, a thumb grazing over an old and faded letter. She completely ignored both of the survivors when they ran past her save for the flip of a hand and a point to where the hatch was. Meg looked endlessly confused but didn't question it, moving onto the exit gate and sprinting out of it like her life depended on it. Now she had the chance to jump in, and hopefully not get pulled off by the killer. The latter never happened, and the darker-skinned medic leaped into a never ending darkness that eventually faded into a campfire.