[ eavesdropping on survivors during trials is always a gamble. Either they're too scared to talk, or they get scared enough they end up babbling too much about things he already knows. But it's still worth taking time to do ( especially when the trial's just beginning ) for those moments that do yield useful tidbits. Like now. Steve and Cheryl? Huh. And here he's been so sure that Steve and Nancy had something going on between them. Or at least some history that went beyond friendship. The silences in their conversations when they're alone—too familiar and too awkward at the same time—practically rattle with it.
Steve hadn't mentioned Cheryl at all during their little chat. Clearly he didn't want Danny getting the slightest hint they were together. Young love around the campfire, so well-hidden even he hadn't managed to catch it... how cute.
With this new piece of information setting off all sorts of possibilities in his mind, he almost doesn't notice how intent his focus has become until Steve stiffens and hisses for Dwight to go. Dwight takes off running towards the saloon, and Danny's about to move to cut Steve off when he follows except—he's staying? Danny shoots a glance at the generator's pistons. The fourth is almost moving as fast as the other three.
Now or never.
Darting out from behind the crates, he closes the distance between him and Steve and brings his knife down on his exposed back. If he timed it right, the second his stab drops Steve to the ground, the generator should—for lack of a better word—explode before Steve can finish repairing it, its components giving way and breaking under a surge of some unseen force. The ability came to him after a strange dream that he only remembers vague impressions of now. The taste of cold metal. A mouth splitting open, impossibly wide, revealing the razor-sharp teeth within as a screech echoes through the air. Danny doesn't care so much about how or why it works. It does, and that's reason enough for him to keep utilizing it in trials. ]
[ Steve's sweaty fingers frantically fumble around, working the pistons and gears as fast as he can before Ghost Face can close the distance to him, hoping that that final piston will gain enough momentum to keep all four of them self-sustaining. It's so close too.
Trials are always hell, a bloody mess with escape never a guarantee. But it's rare that Steve does poorly enough that the killer can just pull him off the generator while he's still working it, he's praying to whatever non eldritch god is around that it doesn't happen with Ghost Face now, just to save himself the fucking embarrassment. He has no idea that Ghost Face was already close enough to hear him talking to Dwight, sharing a key piece of information about his relationship status.
They've been trying their best to keep it from all the killers, the more messed up killers would be very eager to use it against them both, and to their knowledge the only killer that might have an idea is The Wraith, who by chance, was their assigned murderer the night they actually started falling for each other. They managed to stay relatively hidden from him until they escaped, with Wraith just staring at them holding hands from afar. But Ghost Face knowing, with his obsessive stalking tendencies, could prove to be a real problem in future trials, using their love as leverage against each other. The whole thing would just be...messy.
The generator is basically done, Steve just needs to connect one last wire to complete the connection for the last piston to keep it powered, but as soon as he starts moving his fingers, he feels the icy heat of metal rending the flesh of his back, but this is worse than most quick jabs. This was a premeditated move, with thought and precision applied. The pain is unbearable, and it instantly brings Steve to his knees, he can't help the pained scream the escapes his mouth. Maybe Dwight is still near enough to help somehow, but Steve also spies a hook not too far away from where they are. In almost the same instant Steve crashes down, the generator he was working starts sparking up, and explodes, the searing hot oil pelting little drops on his skin just adds insult to injury. And it looks like it's only getting worse. He's seen this before, when facing the creature from his home, the Demogorgon. He almost wonders if it taught Ghost Face how to do that, but there's no way that thing is capable of teaching anyone anything.
He lays there moaning and bleeding for a second, before sucking in just enough air and composure to be able to talk to Ghost Face. Because of course he's going to try to muster up enough energy to try and be a little toxic. ]
Fancy meeting you here, prick. You gonna pick me up or just spend the whole trial staring at my cute little ass? Wouldn't blame you if you did.
[ Well this is one sure fire way to get a killer to toy with the idea of tunneling you, but he also figures Ghost Face is so used to hearing stuff like this it might go in one ear and out the other. So far, bad start to the trial, with no generators done, and Steve about to get hooked without some kind of crazy intervention from his team and enough struggling on his part. But he feels so weak and disoriented already. ]
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Steve hadn't mentioned Cheryl at all during their little chat. Clearly he didn't want Danny getting the slightest hint they were together. Young love around the campfire, so well-hidden even he hadn't managed to catch it... how cute.
With this new piece of information setting off all sorts of possibilities in his mind, he almost doesn't notice how intent his focus has become until Steve stiffens and hisses for Dwight to go. Dwight takes off running towards the saloon, and Danny's about to move to cut Steve off when he follows except—he's staying? Danny shoots a glance at the generator's pistons. The fourth is almost moving as fast as the other three.
Now or never.
Darting out from behind the crates, he closes the distance between him and Steve and brings his knife down on his exposed back. If he timed it right, the second his stab drops Steve to the ground, the generator should—for lack of a better word—explode before Steve can finish repairing it, its components giving way and breaking under a surge of some unseen force. The ability came to him after a strange dream that he only remembers vague impressions of now. The taste of cold metal. A mouth splitting open, impossibly wide, revealing the razor-sharp teeth within as a screech echoes through the air. Danny doesn't care so much about how or why it works. It does, and that's reason enough for him to keep utilizing it in trials. ]
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Trials are always hell, a bloody mess with escape never a guarantee. But it's rare that Steve does poorly enough that the killer can just pull him off the generator while he's still working it, he's praying to whatever non eldritch god is around that it doesn't happen with Ghost Face now, just to save himself the fucking embarrassment. He has no idea that Ghost Face was already close enough to hear him talking to Dwight, sharing a key piece of information about his relationship status.
They've been trying their best to keep it from all the killers, the more messed up killers would be very eager to use it against them both, and to their knowledge the only killer that might have an idea is The Wraith, who by chance, was their assigned murderer the night they actually started falling for each other. They managed to stay relatively hidden from him until they escaped, with Wraith just staring at them holding hands from afar. But Ghost Face knowing, with his obsessive stalking tendencies, could prove to be a real problem in future trials, using their love as leverage against each other. The whole thing would just be...messy.
The generator is basically done, Steve just needs to connect one last wire to complete the connection for the last piston to keep it powered, but as soon as he starts moving his fingers, he feels the icy heat of metal rending the flesh of his back, but this is worse than most quick jabs. This was a premeditated move, with thought and precision applied. The pain is unbearable, and it instantly brings Steve to his knees, he can't help the pained scream the escapes his mouth. Maybe Dwight is still near enough to help somehow, but Steve also spies a hook not too far away from where they are. In almost the same instant Steve crashes down, the generator he was working starts sparking up, and explodes, the searing hot oil pelting little drops on his skin just adds insult to injury. And it looks like it's only getting worse. He's seen this before, when facing the creature from his home, the Demogorgon. He almost wonders if it taught Ghost Face how to do that, but there's no way that thing is capable of teaching anyone anything.
He lays there moaning and bleeding for a second, before sucking in just enough air and composure to be able to talk to Ghost Face. Because of course he's going to try to muster up enough energy to try and be a little toxic. ]
Fancy meeting you here, prick. You gonna pick me up or just spend the whole trial staring at my cute little ass? Wouldn't blame you if you did.
[ Well this is one sure fire way to get a killer to toy with the idea of tunneling you, but he also figures Ghost Face is so used to hearing stuff like this it might go in one ear and out the other. So far, bad start to the trial, with no generators done, and Steve about to get hooked without some kind of crazy intervention from his team and enough struggling on his part. But he feels so weak and disoriented already. ]