#Hackett’s quarry radio hut

[ghostradiodylan]

What type of music would the counselors listen to?

I know some of my mutuals have answered this question before and I'm sure my headcanons will be influenced by theirs, AND I'm also significantly older than the counselors so they're probably listening to gen z stuff my late millennial ass doesn't even know about but here goes nothing!

Laura So much SIØBHAN! Just kidding. Laura feels like two completely different characters in the game so I have a hard time deciding what I think spunky but straight-laced, ‘this is my first cop,’ over-achieving pre-vet student Laura Kearney would listen to vs badass avenging murder spree Laura Kearney (but maybe she always had that inside her). Part of me wants to say, like, 80’s pop (Prince, Blondie, Tiffany, Michael Jackson, Pat Benetar, etc.) and part of me wants to put her in the hard rock/metal zone with Ryan. Maybe she’s a bit of both.

Max I believe it was Addie (@insertlovelyperson) who said Max would listen to country music where women murder their cheating or abusive husbands. That tracks to me. Maybe it's the use of Alma Cogan's version of 'Fly Me to the Moon' in the game, but I also tend to associate him with crooner type singers of the 40's and 50's (Frank Sinatra, Perry Como, Dean Martin, etc), which is what I said he'd choose for karaoke. And because of this fanart I have no choice but to HC him as a major Ariana Grande fan, he's probably the one who chose the music for the drive to camp. So. Max has range.

Abi is the K-Pop/J-Pop stan to me but I know so little about that music beyond the crossover bands like BTS that I can't speak to it a whole lot. I think she'd also like some emo, pop-punk and moodier alt/pop. Avril Lavigne, Paramore, Melanie Martinez, Florence and the Machine, Metric, Lorde, Halsey, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Billie Eilish, Phoebe Bridgers/boygenius, etc. I feel like she's really into female fronted bands for some reason.

Jacob likes pretty much whatever is on the radio. He's a top 40 guy and has no shame about his enjoyment of Ed Sheeran and Justin Beiber, or about ugly crying to Taylor Swift and Coldplay. He rarely listens closely to the actual lyrics (and often gets them humorously wrong), he just goes on vibes. He discovers half the music he listens to via TikTok (not that there's anything wrong with that).

Emma is a theater kid through and through and loves broadway musicals. She goes through phases with each popular one. She's had a Waitress phase, a Mamma Mia phase, a Wicked phase, and a Hamilton phase, of course, and now she's into Mean Girls, Heathers, and Hadestown. Beyond that, I think she'd be a dedicated Swiftie, big Adele fan, and a lover of Britney Spears's entire body of work from the 90's through today.

Nick probably listens to stoner bro music. Like jam bands and psychedelic rock and stuff. He probably likes Dave Matthews Band and the Grateful Dead/Dark Star Orchestra, Sublime, Widespread Panic, Tame Impala, and O.A.R. Googling jam bands to remind myself which ones exist led me to the knowledge that there's an Australian psychedelic rock band called King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard and that name is so bonkers that I've decided without listening to more than a few bars that it has to be Nick's favorite band.

Ryan is a little bit emo and a little bit goth and a little bit old school punk. He needs music that's loud and moody to help sort out his feelings about life and drown out all the excess noise inside his head. He's into metal, the harder side of emo/screamo, goth rock, hard rock, punk, and post-punk. He definitely listens to Nightwish, GOJIRA, Mastodon, Lacuna Coil, Linkin Park, Rage Against the Machine, Bauhaus, Joy Division, Nine Inch Nails, Deftones, Thursday, Alkaline Trio, My Chemical Romance, AFI, Bad Religion, Black Flag, Minor Threat, The Misfits, Ramones, etc. He doesn't hate more accessible pop and rock music, but the closest he gets to choosing it for himself is probably something like The Cure or The Smashing Pumpkins or Depeche Mode, maybe some of the creepier Weeknd songs and Muse tracks too heavy to go on the Twilight soundtracks. He and Abi listen to Babymetal together.

Kaitlyn classic rock and 90's alternative. This girl likes the Stones more than the Beatles, though she'll listen to both. Led Zeppelin, Joan Jett, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Black Sabbath, the occasional hair band. She especially loves the 90's girl rockers like Alanis Morisette, Garbage, Hole, Veruca Salt, and No Doubt (Kaitlyn can't believe Gwen Stefani is married to pop-country dork Blake Shelton who sings that song about being your honey bee, because Gwen used to be so cool [I'm definitely not projecting]). I feel like she'd also love Bikini Kill and Sleater Kinney, Le Tigre, and The Donnas.

Dylan is the Music Guy ™ (and my personal bias/url namesake), so I've admittedly thought about his musical tastes more than most of the others'. The official Quarry website mentions his 'deep musical knowledge' and I imagine he has pretty broad views on what constitutes good music. He's got kind of a vintage vibe to him, maybe it's the reproduction band shirt from 1988, or the fact that he's into analog technology, or both, but I've noticed he's often depicted playing Queen or Bowie or something of that era in fics, which I think is realistic. This kid goes to the used record store and just buys whatever looks cool.

Fun Fact: According to the datamine, the chapters originally had literary or musical quotes at the beginning of each, and Chapter 5: White Noise (the radio hut chapter) was originally headed by the opening lyrics from Queen's 'Radio Ga Ga':

He's also the only character we see play music in canon, so we know he likes... songs from random compilation albums with inexpensive royalties. XD Just kidding, but these are the diegetic (in-universe) songs we get to hear from Dylan's playlist at the bonfire party:

All pop music of varying subtypes, so we know he appreciates a well-crafted pop song. I honestly am a fan of all of these. I think Dylan genuinely listens to everything but he seems like the type to especially like alt and indie pop, classic rock, garage rock, a bit of the more melodic side of punk, emo, and pop-punk, new wave, synth pop, electronic, and a little bit of hip hop that’s sufficiently nerdy white boy friendly (probably Beastie Boys, Run the Jewels, Post Malone, emo rap like Blackbear, etc). I also tend to gravitate towards early-mid aughts indie for him, like MGMT, Arctic Monkeys, The Strokes, OK Go, LCD Soundsystem, etc. Just seems to match his vibe. I think he'd really like BØRNS, Hozier, COIN, Mitski, and K.Flay and probably have a fair amount of overlap with Ryan's more melodic picks (MCR, Muse, The Cure, etc). Dylan probably hates Morrissey but begrudgingly loves The Smiths and definitely cranks up The Killers in his car. He’s also listening to bands right now that you’ve never heard of but will be huge in a couple years. He can probably tell you the difference between subgenres like chillwave, dream pop, and shoegaze but don’t ask me about it because I have no fucking clue.

Since we’re on the subject, here’s my absurdly long and ever-growing Rylan/Radioheads playlist because I have a problem.

And my Sweet Summer Jams playlist, that’s just a bunch of random songs I think would be clean enough to play at a summer camp as long as the kids/your boss don’t ask too many questions.

#the quarry #I just really love music okay #one of the many reasons I relate so much to Dylan #I don't actually listen to every artist mentioned but... a lot of them yes #I spent way too long on this #hacketteer headcanons #Hackett’s quarry radio hut #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #jacob custos #emma mountebank #laura kearney #max brinly #nick furcillo #ask bunny #hello beautiful anon #bunny blathers

[hedwig123]

The counselors are each in a 1 on 1 fight with their evil clone. Who would win? The battlefield would be somewhere at camp and they have access to anything that's at Hackett's Quarry.

Oh this is exciting OK!!!!

Ryan vs. Evil Ryan- I feel like Evil Ryan would get an early advantage because Ryan would be like "Obviously evil clones don't exist. This is a coincidental doppelganger with no reason to hurt me." However Ryan is pretty tough, so once Evil Ryan gets the first blow in Ryan would be able to get away and reevaluate. So Ryan would be injured but have a major homefield advantage- I think Ryan vs. Evil Ryan is a toss-up, could go either way.

Laura vs. Evil Laura- I feel like with how trigger-happy regular Laura is, Evil Laura would be even more quick to shoot. I think this one would go to Evil Laura unless Laura was really good at dodging.

Kaitlyn vs. Evil Kaitlyn- Similar to Laura, I think Evil Kaitlyn would have all of Kaitlyn's skills and none of her trigger discipline. Now Kaitlyn is pretty quick on her feet, so she'd have a slightly better chance than Laura, but I still think this one would go to the evil clone.

Dylan vs. Evil Dylan- The main advantage that Dylan would have over Evil Dylan is that Dylan knows where Mr. H keeps the power tools. Evil Dylan kicks down the door of the radio hut and Dylan comes at him with the chainsaw; Dylan wins.

Emma vs. Evil Emma- By god, the potential carnage of this duo. We should be grateful they're fighting each other. Emma's got the taser and bear spray- if she uses the bear spray she can blind Evil Emma long enough for a killing blow. If she uses the taser and runs for the zipline, Evil Emma will cut it without hesitation. 50/50 toss-up.

Jacob vs. Evil Jacob- Evil Jacob grabs a baseball bat and chases Jacob into the woods. Jacob trips and falls face first in a beartrap. :(

Abi vs. Evil Abi- Evil Abi's first move is to draw a gruesome murder scene with Abi's head cut off and leaves it out for her to find; Abi freaks out & runs into the woods to find a cute baby animal to pet to comfort herself, but the baby animal is a baby wild pig and the mom kills Abi before Evil Abi gets a chance to.

Nick vs. Slimy Evil Nick- Unlike everyone else, Nick and Evil Nick are genuinely two completely different people. Nick is dead before he can yell in Australian. :(

Max vs. Evil Max- Max no matter what. If Laura somehow beats Evil Laura, she shows up and saves him. If Evil Laura wins like I expect, as the anti-Laura her mission in life is to kill her Evil Max, and she would succeed. I know these are supposed to be 1v1 but that's just how it would work. 100% Max victory good job buddy

#ask #torchmlp #the quarry #ryan erzahler #laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #jacob custos #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #max brinly

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Dylan had never been a morning person until camp, where he had found a new routine: getting up early for morning announcements, sitting in the radio hut with watery coffee. His first impression of his new workplace had been low, the room was rundown and dusty, the roof creaked and groaned under the elements, which still took him by surprise every time. But he had fixed up the hut over the summer. Most importantly, it was the only place where Dylan could be alone to unwind. 

Dylan hadn’t been expecting how much energy it took to reimagine yourself as someone funny, charismatic and, he could only hope, cool. He had come to camp with a plan to use his last summer before college for a trial run of the new Dylan. 

Dylan had been hoping for a little fun, just like when he had come to Hackett’s Quarry as a kid. But he hadn’t expected to make so many new friends, even if it felt a little hollow with them liking the new Dylan. 

He loved hanging out with them, laughing at Nick’s offbeat sense of humour, poking fun at Jacob’s earnestness and pretending not to be intimidated by Kaitlyn’s effortless coolness. Even the counsellors he was less close to were becoming his friends. Abi’s shyness was fading as the weeks went on and he was starting to like Emma’s dramatic flair. 

Then there was Ryan, who Dylan put in his own special category. Whilst the rest of them had become close, Ryan remained reclusive. It only made Dylan more drawn to him. He had made an effort to talk to Ryan as much as he could without coming off as obsessed (Kaitlyn’s words, complete with a knowing smirk) but the other counsellor still remained a mystery. 

Although sometimes… sometimes Ryan would laugh at one of Dylan’s jokes, or add a dry comment. He was good with the kids, helping them through homesickness. It was an unexpected sweet side to him, and it only made Dylan pine harder. 

Kaitlyn made fun of him for it, even if she agreed Ryan was hot. 

“Good luck,” she had said with a snort, “I’ve been hitting on him the last two summers and he never flirts back.” 

Dylan had grinned at her. “Maybe he’s more into guys.” 

“I think he’s bi,” Kaitlyn had said, wiggling her eyebrows, “so it’s fair game.” 

She had been joking, but it had sparked a hope in Dylan that he couldn’t ignore. His crush snowballed. 

So did Kaitlyn’s teasing, which was why Dylan was glad to be alone when he read their chore rota. His and Ryan’s names were printed together under  ‘general maintenance.’ An otherwise boring chore was suddenly all he could think about. 

Daydreams of exactly how it would go distracted him all morning. Dylan’s main job was the radio hut but Mr H didn’t think that kept him busy enough, so he usually found a stack of admin to do on the desk. He’d learnt the camp was running out of money, two counsellors never 

showed up and that Jacob’s middle name was Archibald. But none of his usual tasks kept his mind off Ryan, so Dylan announced lunch ten minutes early and headed to the hall. 

It was empty for once, probably because he was early, only Nick banging around the kitchen. Dylan poked his head in. “Hey.” 

Nick didn’t look up from the giant pot of mac and cheese he was stirring. “You good man? You’re never on time.” 

“Lies,” Dylan replied, even if it was true. He leaned against the counter. “Hey, want to guess Jacob’s middle name?” 

“Kind of busy,” Nick replied. 

Dylan spent the rest of lunch distracted, a little embarrassed at how his attention kept drifting to Ryan at the other end of the table. He tapped his fingers on the table, full of restless energy. 

Kaitlyn put her hand on top of his. “You good?” 

“I’m fine,” Dylan replied. 

“What’s up?” Kaitlyn pushed, clearly seeing through him. 

“Nothing.” 

Despite his best efforts to be casual, his eyes darted to Ryan once again. This time Kaitlyn noticed. 

“You’re down bad,” she teased. 

“Shut up.” 

That only made Kaitlyn grin more, which didn’t disappear for the rest of lunch. She shot him a wink as they parted ways for the afternoon. Dylan made a point of ignoring her, although he did fuss with his hair once her back was turned. 

Ryan was talking to Mr H’s kids, although they sulked away once he approached. They practically made Ryan look as extroverted as Emma. Dylan figured they must be homeschooled. 

“Those guys never let you get a word in, huh?” Dylan joked. 

Ryan shrugged. “You have to get to know them.” 

Given that they had just bolted at the sight of him, Dylan wasn’t so sure. But if they were Ryan’s friends, it was probably best not to push it. He didn’t want to piss Ryan off. 

“So, I have to go make a couple of quick announcements and then I’m all yours.” 

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Are you now?” 

Dylan hoped his face wasn’t too red. “If you’re lucky,” he replied. 

It was better to double down on the accidental flirting than to shy away from it like the old Dylan would have. The old Dylan went to prom alone. 

“Can I come with?” Ryan asked. 

“I’ll give you the grand tour,” Dylan said, savouring the brief quirk of a smile he got in return. 

Ryan followed him out, hands tucked in his pockets. “It’s cool the radio hut is open again. It was fun as a kid.” 

“You were a camper here too?” Dylan asked. 

He wondered if Ryan had put together the dorky kid from cabin four to him. But he didn’t remember seeing Ryan either, and the camp used to be busier, so maybe their paths had simply never crossed. Dylan was oddly disappointed at the idea of it. 

He shook his head. “Not officially but Chris is a family friend and my Mom was always… too busy to take care of me over breaks.” 

“You must really like it here to keep coming back.” 

“Yeah. There’s good memories here, no matter how much pot washing I did to earn my keep,” Ryan said.  

They had reached the radio hut but Dylan considered looping around camp again to keep the conversation going. It was the first time Ryan had opened up to him. But Dylan didn’t get so lucky - they reached the door and Ryan stopped, looking at him expectantly. Dylan opened the door and they stepped inside. 

Ryan started poking at the shelves. “I guess all the vinyls are Chris’?” 

“He thought I might want some of his music,” Dylan explored. “But I think he just wanted to keep his shit here. It was basically a storage shed when I moved in.” 

“Not a Billy Joel guy?” Ryan asked. 

“That’s dad music,” Dylan replied. 

Ryan didn’t reply, back to browsing. Dylan left him to it as he flicked through the loose papers on the desk for the announcements. The paper was under the schedule and Dylan felt his face heat up. He hoped Ryan hadn’t noticed how he had underlined their names like a middle schooler. 

Dylan reached for the speaker. “Good afternoon campers. This afternoon cabins one, three and five will be doing some drama exercises with the lovely Emma, so brush off your acting skills. That leaves cabins two and four in the care of Kaitlyn and Jacob for some archery sessions. Remember to point it away from you. Chef Nicholas will have dinner ready at six, so save your appetites!” 

Dylan put down the speakerphone and swirled in his chair to find Ryan watching him. 

“Enjoy the show?”

“You’re a real poet,” Ryan replied dryly. “Ready? The drains won’t clean themselves.” 

Dylan pulled a face. “That’s what maintenance is? That sucks.” 

“I’ll get you some gloves.” 

He got out his chair. “Hey, there’s no one I’d rather clean drains with.” 

Ryan rolled his eyes but Dylan hadn’t been kidding. Kaitlyn was right - he was down bad. 

“So, did you do a lot of this as a kid? Or was it all just dishwashing?” 

“Just dishes,” Ryan said after a moment of consideration, “Chris let me do the activities too. He was good to us.” “Us?” 

“My sister used to come too. But Sarah’s fourteen now so she thinks she’s too cool for summer camp.” There was a fondness in his voice that Dylan hadn’t seen from Ryan all summer. “Little sisters.” 

“I won’t know. I’m an only child.” 

“That tracks,” Ryan said. 

Dylan wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not. He’d ask Kaitlyn later, he trusted her opinion. 

“What’s she like?” Dylan asked. “A mini Ryan?” 

“She’s in her Hot Topic and video games phase.” 

“So, yes?” Dylan teased. 

Ryan laughed and he wanted to play the sound on loop. “Hey, rude.” 

“Nothing wrong with it. I like your style.” 

Ryan looked down at his outfit - all black under a faded flannel shirt with the arms cut off. It was an effortlessly cool look that served as a reminder Dylan was trying too hard. He’d stocked up on band shirts and ripped jeans but never quiet felt confident in them. At least he was a good actor. 

“Thanks.” Ryan looked away, almost shy. The idea made Dylan smile to himself. “Anyway, we’ve got a job to do.” 

“Lucky us,” Dylan grumbled, pulling on gloves. 

It turned out that cleaning drains was not as romantic as he’d hoped. Even with Ryan’s company, scraping wet leaves from a gutter was not his idea of fun. Nor did it provide much opportunity for conversation. Ryan had retreated back into himself, pulling headphones from somewhere. 

Still Dylan was content. He had gotten Ryan to open up a little. He made him laugh. It was a good first step. Maybe they could be friends - there was still half the summer left. 

Maybe, if Dylan was lucky, they could be more. 

#smg secret santa #supermassive games #the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #rylan

[illusioninfnty]

Stress Reliever (Jacob Custos x Reader)

Jacob bothers you one too many times after a bad day, leaving you no choice but to take your frustration out on him. Or, WebMD says that sex can relieve migraine headaches.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!Jacob, degradation and praise kink, riding, safe sex, begging, dirty talk

crossposted on ao3!

“Fuck this job.”

You were at your wit’s end with these kids. Why did you ever think it was a good idea to take a job at a summer camp, surrounded by rowdy children twenty-four seven? It didn’t help that Mr. Hackett was down two counselors, leaving yourself and Kaitlyn to pick up the extra duties that were originally assigned to them.

You’d only been here for a month but you still weren’t used to the sweltering heat. It seemed like every day the humidity got worse and more and more bugs spawned from the woods.

“What’d the kiddos do this time?” Your fellow camp counselor Dylan hopped over the log you were on to take a seat next to you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

Dylan was always a saving grace away from your responsibilities in camp. He never failed to make you laugh when you were stressed out, unlike a certain counselor of yours who always added onto your recurring migraines.

“I swear to god, they’re going to make me raid the nurse’s medicine cabinet any day now,” you reply, rubbing your temples with your free hand, the other occupied squeezing a makeshift stress ball you may have borrowed from one of the kids. “This is my second migraine this week and it’s only Wednesday.”

Dylan hissed, rubbing your shoulder in sympathy. “Well at least you don’t have much more to do today. You know you’re always cool to hang out with me in the radio hut.” He handed you a water bottle, no doubt one he’d been holding onto for a while due to how lukewarm it was. “I can always put on some calmer tunes to soothe your mind.”

You sigh as you take a long sip of the water. “You know I appreciate the offer Dyl, but I’d much rather—”

“Heyyy, my two favorite party people!”

Oh no.

Jacob bothered you to no end. Ever since he flirted with you not even 24 hours after you arrived at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp, he was always managing to find you around the camp, absolving you from the few moments of peace and quiet you could get in this hectic place. You knew he was a nice guy, but he acted a bit too…conceited for your taste.

You turned your head sharply to give him a polite smile, but you knew with the pounding of your head it probably looked more like a grimace.

“Jacob, my man! What’s happening?” You were grateful that Dylan spoke up first, raising his hand to connect a fist bump with Jacob. Much to your dismay, Jacob decided to plop down on the log right across from you, so close that his foot was touching yours.

“Hey, Jacob,” you reply in a much gentler tone than intended. You had hoped he would leave, but by the looks of it he was planning on staying until you followed him back to the lodge. Typical.

“Oh, my dudes, okay, so I was gathering the kids back at the lodge for lunch, but since we were at the lake, we had to pass the art cabin. And you will not believe what I just saw at the art cabin!” He exclaimed. Jacob was clearly excited, his face lighting up as it usually did when he was about to divulge into a topic for minutes.

You winced at the volume of his voice, trying your best to hide it. Jacob was fairly sensitive, and if he got the hint that you were too interested in this conversation right now you knew it would put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. You really didn’t want to deal with an upset Jacob on top of your migraine and sore limbs from running around all day.

“The art cabin? Oh, so did Emma finally make a move on Abi?” Dylan asked as you squeezed your stress ball tighter. His hand that was only your shoulder moved down to your forearm, giving you a comforting rub.

Jacob glanced down at where Dylan’s hand connected with your arm and he cleared his throat.

“Well– uh– yeah, she– okay what’s going on with you two?” Jacob suddenly changed the topic, nodding his head towards your close contact with Dylan.

Dylan drew his hand back and you sighed, not wanting to get into this now. Jacob always got antsy like this when it came to you, like he had some sort of claim on you. He got annoyed whenever you interacted with any of the other male counselors. Even Dylan, your closest friend at the camp, who was very much gay and very much into Ryan was not spared from Jacob’s jealousy issues.

Jacob continued. “Making moves on the little medic, huh? Not cool dude, she’s like, totally not into you, man.” He said, looking like he was trying to size Dylan up. Your co-counselors began calling you by the nickname “little medic” after you had (not so graciously) offered to take the nursing position that was supposed to be for one of the two counselors who bailed. With the kids constantly running around and getting injured, you began to bring a first aid kit with you when you had to complete your other duties and the others teased you for it relentlessly.

Jacob’s volume had increased and your ears were ringing even worse, a sign that it was probably time for you to go take a nap. Whenever Jacob usually got like this you would spend the rest of the day with him, letting him take you to wherever location he desired and indulging in his conversations and play fights. But that wasn’t an option now, with your head pounding and hands all shaky, all you wanted to do right now was relieve some stress.

You take a deep inhale before starting, “Jacob, please–”

“Back off man,” Dylan interrupts, “She’s not interested in you either, and she sure as hell doesn’t want to see you right now. Can’t you see that you’re bothering her?” He glared at Jacob, now finally standing up to be chest-to-chest with the athlete and his back towards you. You knew Dylan was only doing this so you wouldn’t have to strain yourself, but he had a way of antagonizing Jacob that you knew would only escalate this situation a lot farther than you wanted it to.

Jacob let out a malicious laugh and put his hands on his hips. “You think this is fucking funny? You really think your puny little ass–”

“Enough!”

Both boys turned to look at you for your surprising outburst, Dylan with a look of guilt and Jacob with one of surprise. You were never really one to speak out, one of the more soft-spoken members of your ragtag group.

“Jacob.” You acknowledge the larger of the two, clasping your hands in front of you like a prayer. “I haven’t been having the best of days so I would really appreciate you lowering your voice just a bit. Please.” You hoped he would get the memo that you wanted to be left alone, but knowing Jacob like you did he wasn’t one to take a hint.

“Well– Dylan was the one that started it!” he sputtered, pouting like he usually did when you scolded him. 

Dylan rolled his eyes and snickered. “That was all you, my man. How does it feel to strike out with our little medic once again?”

The comment clearly bothers Jacob as he pushes on Dylan’s shoulders, jaw clenching and eyes flaring up. “Is there something else you want to say to me, huh?”

“Okay, that’s it!” You grab Jacob’s hand forcefully, pulling him away from Dylan before things get more physical. You look up at Jacob with a glare. “You and I are going to handle this somewhere else.”

As you start to drag Jacob in the opposite direction of the lodge, you turn back to Dylan.

“If I’m not back by dinnertime, you better send someone to get me. I am not going to miss a meal to deal with this.”

He gives you a mock salute and wink, walking backwards away from the two of you. “Aye, aye, doc.”

You let out a giggle and continue on your way, feeling Jacob grasp your hand just a little bit tighter.

                                        ***

Jacob was not the best with confrontation. He was also not the best when it came to talking to you. He hoped you didn’t notice how sweaty his palms were.

“W-where are we going?” Jacob finally asks you after a couple of moments of the two of you walking in silence.

You let out a sigh. “Somewhere that we won’t get interrupted.”

Jacob almost choked on his saliva. Did you understand what you meant when you worded it like that? He quickly decided that he wouldn’t really mind if you did. At this point, Jacob was just happy to get some extra alone time with you, even if you were planning on yelling at him.

An awkward silence ensued as you concentrated on bringing him to wherever it was you claimed would give you two some privacy. Just thinking about it made Jacob feel all giddy inside.

After walking through the woods for a while, Jacob finally recognized where the two of you were. You had taken him back to the cabins and you were leading him to an older building, the one with a broken bed that was currently not being used by anyone. 

Before Jacob could comprehend what was happening, you had led him into the cabin, slammed the door behind you, and pushed against his chest to make him take a seat on the not-broken bed. The fire in your eyes was something that Jacob had never really seen before from you. He was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but your sudden show of dominance turned him on. Just a bit.

“Jacob. Look at me.” Your hands were on your hips as you eyed him with a stern look on your face. He may have been a bit too concentrated on some other parts of you.

He gulped and made eye contact with you, fingers digging into the bare mattress pad. “Y-yeah? What did I do wrong?”

As soon as he saw your face, he knew that was the wrong thing to say. Your brows furrowed and the glare you gave him would have made him jump in place if it was from anyone who wasn’t you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You huffed. “I told you that I was having a bad day! You can’t take a fucking hint and leave me alone for one goddamn day in your life. You’re lucky I didn’t decide to chew out your ass in front of Dylan. Maybe I should’ve done that, the others really need to see you be brought down a peg or two.” At this point, your voice was raised enough that Jacob could see the strain in your throat. Not like he was paying attention to it already. Definitely not.

Jacob knew this was wrong. He knew that you had valid concerns, that you had a right to be angry with him, but he couldn’t help the way he felt about you. He couldn’t help how he reacted to you. Whenever he saw you, you made his heart pound and his body feel hot all over. He felt as though he was going through puberty again. You may have thought that he just wanted some sort of casual summer fling, but Jacob was serious about you. You were quiet, but had the funniest quips that cheered him up when he was feeling shitty. You were the only one to actually defend him when another counselor was ragging on him, and you would even spend your free time with him. Jacob knew you cared about him, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Jacob!” You snap your fingers in front of his face. “Are you even listening–”

Your abrupt cutoff made his focus come back on to what you were saying. Your eyes weren’t on him anymore. They were lowered. His gaze moved down to see what you were looking–

Oh.

Jacob had popped a boner. And you were staring right at it.

Panicking, he quickly went to cover it with his hands, but unexpectedly you smacked his hands away.

“Don’t do that. I want to see.”

You wanted to see his boner? Jacob’s face flushed. Was this some kind of weird foreplay thing you were doing? Not that he was complaining.

“Yeah! I mean, sure, if you want to…see it…” Jacob’s voice trailed off as he slowly removed his hands, unsure of what to do now without your direction. He looked up at you, waiting for your next command. 

You let out a loud laugh. “Oh my god, you are so pathetic.”

His cock twitched at your demeaning words. He really shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, but you were just so hot right now. Well, you were always hot, but the way you were acting all bossy in this moment really got him going.

“You’re desperate enough to make me fuck you when I’m dealing with my migraines?” You tutted at him mockingly, a smirk rising onto your face.

Jacob let out a nervous laugh as he tried to remain calm. “I-I think I heard somewhere that sex can cure headaches. You know, WebMD and that shit?” 

You stared at him in disbelief before giggling into your fist. “Yeah? Well, you better deliver good results then, big boy.”

Oh god. This was really happening. Jacob had been waiting for this a lot longer than he wanted to admit.

With unprecedented strength, you grabbed the elastic of his shorts and yanked them down. Jacob felt more exposed now then he did that one time last month when he skinny dipped for a dare. He was laying on the mattress in just his cropped tee and boxers while you were still fully clothed.

“You look like such a slut right now, Jacob.” You run your fingers down his exposed chest ever so lightly that it makes his cock throb even harder. It’s too obvious for you to ignore and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Are you getting off on that? Me calling you a slut?” You look amused by the idea and Jacob audibly gulps.

“Y-yeah,” is the only thing he’s able to stammer out without making himself look like a fool.

You finally stop your teasing and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. You squeeze it gently as Jacob tries his hardest to suppress a moan.

“Well this isn’t about you right now.” You position yourself on top of him and he hisses as you make contact with his bare cock. “I need some relief, and you’re available, so you’re going to help me. Understand?”

“No complaints here,” Jacob’s voice trails off as you pull your top off and unclip your bra.

 You notice him ogling and you laugh. “Haven’t seen a pair of tits before?” Jacob looks back up at you, eyes still wide. You guide his hands to your breasts and let him palm them.

“Fuck,” Jacob mutters under his breath, entirely focused on them now.

“You can keep yourself occupied with these. In the meantime” –you raise your hips to shimmy out of your pants and underwear– “I’m going to relieve some stress.”

You pull a condom from your fanny pack before dropping it unceremoniously to the side with your discarded clothes. Sliding it on Jacob, his attention is back onto you.

“Why do you have that with you?” he asks, a bit more forcefully than he had intended to be. “Are you with anyone else?” Jacob was worried. He didn’t want to have to confront any of the other counselors, but he would if it meant being able to have you all to himself.

You give him a blank stare. “How is that any of your concern? I can fuck whoever I want if I so please, dude.”

“What the fuck? I told the other guys you were off limits–!” Before he could finish you roll your eyes and slam down onto his erect cock with no warning.

“Oh fuck!” Jacob moans out, collapsing back onto the bed and feeling weak from the sudden connection. You felt perfect around him. So tight, and even with the condom he could feel your pulsating insides as you let out a moan too.

Jacob thought he heard angels singing when he heard your moans, and the erotic look on your scrunched up face was enough to make him cum right then and there. 

“Enough of your macho bullshit while I’m trying to destress, okay?” You stutter out as you find a comfortable rhythm.

“Got it,” Jacob replies, moving his hands up to grab onto your waist as you ride him. Before he can do it though, you grab his arms and push them above his head, binding him with your grip.

His body tensed and his head felt hotter than before, the extra skin-to-skin contact making him feel even hornier than before, which he didn’t think was possible. With your free hand, you shove two of your fingers into his mouth.

“Suck.”

Jacob obeys immediately.

He’d never done stuff like this before. In fact, Jacob hadn’t done much of anything before besides some making out in high school. You seemed a lot more experienced than him and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Having you guide him into pleasing you and showing him what you liked in bed turned him on, but the thought of you doing something like this with other guys–perhaps even someone at camp–infuriated him to no end.

“Please say it’s only me,” Jacob begged as you removed your fingers. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, pleading with you silently.

You looked to be in thought for a split second before giving Jacob a gentle smile. “Only you, Jake. I’m just teasing you.” You pause in your movements to lean forward slightly and trail kisses down his throat, grinding on his cock.

Jacob closed his eyes and let out a groan. Fuck, you were so fucking sexy. He wished that the two of you could stay like this forever, in your own paradise away from everyone else. The position felt so intimate, like the two of you were a couple. He had the sudden urge to kiss you in that moment, more than he ever had before.

Before Jacob could get used to the lulled movements and intimacy, you began to ride him again at a more rapid pace than earlier.

“This–” Slam. “Fucking–” Slam. “Headache!” Your movements were harsh and the sounds of your skin slapping against his were louder than before. You grimaced hard and threw your head back in frustration.

“I swear, if your stupid site is wrong I’m going to strangle you.” You snap.

Jacob swallowed hard and looked up at you. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you did that anyway.”

You rise up off of him and he cries out in protest.

“W-what–?”

“You little shit,” your mouth curves into a smug grin, “you're a kinky little bitch!”

Jacob blushed at your insinuation and shifted his eyes away from you, too embarrassed to meet your stare. “Stop it! Just–please put my dick back inside you, okay? He tried lifting his hips to reach you but you shifted away from him, causing an involuntary whine to leave his throat.

“Stop getting feisty with me. I’m the one in charge here.” You ran your folds over the base of his cock, and Jacob visibly shivered in pleasure with the contact.

“Don’t you want to be my good boy, Jacob?”

Something carnal stirred inside of him when you said that. His heartbeat quickened, his breathing got heavier and palms got clammier, and his whole body heated up.

“I do,” he panted eagerly. Jacob wanted to be yours entirely. He wanted to be the only one you had, the only one you went to for indulgence, and the only one you used to get off. He wished to be consumed by you and all of the pleasure you gave him and could get from him, to be able to call you his and for you to call him yours.

As you slid his cock back into you, you both let out a moan harmoniously. He held your hands in his, desperate for more contact with you in any way possible. You were too distracted by your own gratification to scold him about it.

“Yeah, you’re my good boy, aren’t you?” You’re able to utter out amidst the feeling of Jacob’s cock stirring up your insides.

“I-I am!” Jacob’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he swore. Your pussy felt like heaven, milking his cock thoroughly. The pace you had set was relentless but he didn’t wish for it to be any other way. He tries to grab onto you, anywhere he could reach, but your grip around his wrists was much stronger than he anticipated. You push down on his arms with one hand while the other comes up to grip his chin and turn his head towards your face.

“Jacob!” You pull off of him again and let out an exaggerated gasp. “Good boys don’t break the rules. Are we going to have to stop this?”

“No! I’m good. I’m your good boy!” He was aching for release at this point, wanting to please you so you would grant him just that.

You shove his cock back into you at his reply, pleased with this answer. You wanted to tease him more, but you were in grave need of your release as well. Your migraine was gradually beginning to subside and you didn’t want to risk it coming back.

“Fuck, fuck!” You let out a string of curses and Jacob could tell that you were on the verge of your orgasm too with the way that you were trembling above him.

“Oh, fuck, I love you!” Jacob cries out.

Your pace falters as Jacob lets out a whimper and finally cums, releasing into the condom at the same time that you tighten around him and let out a cry of relief of your own.

You finally process what Jacob had said after you come down from your high, your legs still quivering slightly around his hips. “Do you mean it?”

“I do! You’re really hot, and you’re really nice to me, and you don’t make fun of me like everyone else does. I really, really, like you,” he protests.

“Jake, baby, you barely know me though,” you release a sad sigh as you caress his cheek.

“Then let me get to know you more. Please.”

“We just fucked. I’d say you know plenty by now.”

Jacob scoots over to the side of the twin mattress to make room for you next to him. You slid the condom off of him, tied it, and threw it in the trash can a few feet away. Before you slide in next to him you slip your clothes back on, feeling a bit embarrassed now that the sex was over and Jacob was completely focused on you.

“I’m serious. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. I know you hate when I get all jealous, but seeing you with the other guys makes me so fucking terrified that you’re going to realize how pathetic I am and how everyone’s right about giving me shit–”

“Hey.” You shut him down before he can spiral any further down that path. Even though you’ve only known Jacob for a little under two months, most of that time was spent with him both alone and with others. You understood he had deep insecurities and likely never received much affection from anyone. Even though he could be a bit overwhelming at times, Jacob didn’t deserve the relentless ragging the others gave him. “Stop that.” You squish his cheeks gently, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. It seems to do the trick, as a blush crosses the bridge of his nose as he looks down and the corners of his mouth turn upwards.

“Now,” you look around the floor, grabbing his things that were thrown carelessly earlier, “You should probably put these back on before this gets more serious.”

Jacob blinked before processing what you said. “Yeah. Okay. Makes sense.”

Silence passes between you two as Jacob gets dressed, but not before you sneak an extra peek at his ass before he pulls on his bottoms.

Once he’s back next to you, he moves to tangle your legs with his.

“I really like you, you know. I want to be exclusive with you.”

You begin stroking the back of his neck as he sighs and relaxes into your chest. “I think we should–”

“Hey lovebirds!”

Both you and Jacob jump away from each other as Nick’s voice rings right outside the cabin, echoing along the hollow wooden frame.

“I hope you two aren’t naked in there! I’m coming in!”

Before Nick could barge in you spring up and get to it before he does, sticking your head out to allow Jacob time to compose himself.

“Oh.” His face dropped. You could tell he was disappointed to not catch the two of you in a compromising position, most likely to go back to Dylan with and tease Jacob about, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let any of the other counselors see you like that.

“Sorry Nick, I’m afraid I have no jerk off material for you,” you tell him playfully.

He flicks your forehead and you wince, rubbing the affected spot. “Alright, alright, let’s go you two. Dylan kept pestering me about making sure to come get you, and I don’t want him to get his panties in a twist.”

You laugh and gesture for Jacob, pulling him out to follow you. You hear his breath hitch as you grab his hand and you try to hide a smirk as you drop once the two of you are in Nick’s clear view.

As you and Jacob make your way back to the lodge with Nick, lingering slightly behind him, Jacob hesitantly reaches for your hand as if unsure if he should hold it or not. You grab it and squeeze tightly, wrapping your other arm around his and lean into him as the two of you follow Nick. You’re close enough to Jacob’s chest that you hear his heartbeat quicken with the action.

Nick fills you in on what you guys missed at dinnertime, with crying kids and panicking counselors. You’re glad you missed all of that.

As you approach your destination, the conversations of little kids get increasingly louder. You sigh, hoping that they’ll be tired out soon and you won’t have to deal with them for too much longer.

“We’re back!” Nick calls out, even though it seems too noisy for anyone to hear your arrivals.

To your surprise, Dylan steps out waving to the three of you.

“I was starting to think you got attacked by bears out there or something! How’s the migraine doing now, doc?”

“It’s a lot better now, thanks for asking,” you smile wryly as you hear Jacob clear his throat next to you, most likely in embarrassment.

Dylan peers behind you, most likely curious at Jacob’s reaction to your comment. 

“Oh?” His signature shit eating grin slowly spreads across his face. “Jacob? Is there something you wanna tell us?”

Jacob sputters as you bite your lip to contain your smile.

“Hey, at least I’m getting some,” Jacob replies, arms crossing against his chest.

“Oh yeah, you’re really getting it. And she’s the one giving it to you,” Dylan snickers.

“Shut the fuck up dude!”

Dylan and Nick laugh and you pat Jacob on the shoulder, walking away to remove yourself from the teasing that was about to happen. As you make your way inside the lodge, you run into the girls and Ryan, all of whom most likely just finished eating.

Emma is the first one to notice your presence. “Little medic, you’re back! So, how’d it go?” She holds out her o’s with a smirk on her face as she nudges her hip with your own.

You roll your eyes playfully. “It went.”

“Come on, you have to give us more than that! Spill the deets,” Emma shoots back.

“Ugh, fine,” you concede. “All I’ll say is that WebMD has some pretty accurate methods of curing migraines.”

It takes a second for the girls to register your comment. Once it hits, Kaitlyn lets out an exaggerated gasp while Emma chuckles behind her hand and Abi blushes, avoiding eye contact. “Oh my god, you little minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Kaitlyn exclaims.

“Huh? What the hell did that even mean?” Ryan asks, completely puzzled.

You chuckle, maneuvering past him to fix yourself a plate. “Don’t worry Ry. You don’t have to know.” You turn back to the girls. “Besides, I’m not the only one. Emma and Abi have some explaining to do.”

With Kaitlyn’s focus now on the two girls, you go and find an empty seat at one of the tables at the same time that Jacob, Dylan, and Nick finally enter the building. Jacob’s eyes scan the room, and brighten when they land on you. He quickly grabs some food and scurries over to sit next to you, giving you a goofy smile as he stuffs his face. Under the table, your’s and Jacob’s hands gravitate towards each other, and the light brush sends shocks up your spine. 

Jacob hesitates before looking over towards you. “Is this okay? Are we…” He trails off.

“Yeah,” you send him a soft smile, “Yeah, this is more than okay.”

You never expected this development with Jacob to happen at all, let alone this quickly. But his eagerness and vulnerability really showed you how serious he was. Jacob wasn’t at all like the guy you thought he was when you initially met him, but perhaps first impressions weren’t always the best to go by. 

This summer wasn’t turning out like you expected it to be in the slightest. You didn’t think you’d be able to predict what else was in store for you this summer at Hackett’s Quarry.

#jacob custos x reader #jacob custos x reader smut #jacob custos x you #the quarry x reader #the quarry x reader smut #the quarry smut

[insertlovelyperson]

I know we all talk a lot about missed opportunities in The Quarry. If you could make three specific changes (new paths, relationship tweaks, game mechanics, whatever, added or adjusted dialogue, whatever) to make it a better game and narrative, what would they be?

There’s soooo much other than what I said in my last post,  (I know you said top three 😩 but I hold all these equal):

1- Nick’s infection status being determinant.  Dude really drew the short stick in terms of screen time (maybe not the shortest but pretty close) because he’s taken out of the story so soon. I would really have liked to have the infection in chapter 3 alternate  between Abi and Nick depending on your choices. Like maybe when they’re talking in the woods and they hear the werewolf, you are given the option as Abi to either ‘run’ or ‘don’t move’ (with maybe a bit of dialogue before to muddy the choices “Is it a bear? Does that mean we should play dead?”), and if you ‘run,’ Abi gets infected instead of Nick. I would also just like… more of the counselors to turn in general?? The only ones that don’t are Abi, Ryan, and Kaitlyn… but I really wished we’d gotten that.

2- Have all the counselors act ‘negatively’ while they’re turning. We obviously get this with Nick (+Emma and Jacob to an extent), but I wish the game fully capitalized on the opportunity to make the other counselors a little more ‘wolfy’ when they’re turning. Particularly Dylan, Laura, and Kaitlyn. First of all: it would’ve been cool if Laura’s infection status was determinate so the game could provide some contrast to how she acts when she’s turning verses when she isn’t. Maybe when she’s not infected, she doesn’t get the opportunity to choke out Jedidiah, and she has noticeably less hostile dialogue options (compared to the ones she could potentially get while not infected). With Dylan—if infected at the radio hut—he gets ‘bitter’ and ‘aggressive’ dialogue options on his way to the scrapyard with Kaitlyn. As is already in the game: the two of them are talking about Ryan. He’s literally conversing with the other leg of the game’s love triangle (who the player may have chosen to kiss instead of him), and he’s lamenting about the fact Ryan ran off with another girl around an hour ago. I don’t know—it just feels like a missed opportunity to not have the dialogue between the two change depending on infection status (while still keeping everything in his ‘exploding’ scene in the crane the same). With Kaitlyn… it’s a little harder because she can literally only get infected in the last rung of the game. Maybe make her dialogue a little more snappish toward Dylan, and give her more reckless choices when fighting Caleb (more opportunities to initiate combat without the silver shell).

3- The final confrontation with Silas should’ve been in the lodge. They should’ve had a way to get Laura, Ryan, and possibly Travis (they should’ve also provided an opportunity to kill him in Hackett House without killing Ryan or Laura) back to the lodge. And depending on the infection status of the surviving counselors, the fight with Silas is either helped or hindered. Were Dylan and Kaitlyn infected? Cool, now you’ve got Silas plus two other werewolves to deal with—and you might not want to kill these ones. Did they lock Caleb in the fridge instead of killing him? Awesome, now a werewolf Nick (and possibly Jacob) are also trying to kill you! I think they could also provide an opportunity to make the time of infection matter. For example: I think Dylan canonically takes the longest to turn after he’s bit (it’s like… 4 hours?). If you have him infected in the crane rather than the radio hut, maybe that makes the fight a little easier because you can use him as a ‘human shield’ (that sounds awful lol). Or maybe the game provides an opportunity for Kaitlyn and Dylan to get infected by Caleb before locking him in the freezer, and now you’ve got two human shields. And of course, the rest of the uninfected counselors get an opportunity to reconvene at the lodge before the fight starts, perhaps paying homage to the final scene in Until Dawn? Perhaps?? 

Honorable mentions:

Have Max able to survive his swim to shore

Kaitlyn going with Laura to Hackett house

All of the counselors are able to turn by the end of the game

Laura and Max reunion (without killing Ryan)

Actual payoff to the Kaitlyn/Ryan/Dylan love triangle

More Abi and Emma (just… in general. They kinda become a side characters in the second half of the game—wish they had more to do while Kaitlyn and Dylan are in the scrapyard—would be cool to see a route that has the both of them taking on Caleb assuming the game then provides the ability to kill off both Kaitlyn and Dylan in the scrapyard)

Have a way to have Kaitlyn choose between taking Dylan or Emma to the scrapyard with her

Let Kaitlyn choose whether or not she takes Abi to the scrapyard if Dylan is killed by a werewolf Emma

More angst from Ryan after killing Chris. It’s kinda built up to be this big emotional thing and then he’s completely fine after.

Let Jacob tag along through the Hackett house with Ryan and Laura

Chase scene out of the scrapyard playing as Kaitlyn if Dylan turns inside the crane 

An actual ending. Fuck that podcast. Should've gone the Until Dawn route but instead of the police interviews, it's a trial. And at the end, you find out if they were found guilty or not (or if everyone's dead, then you get the podcast. As punishment.)

#the quarry #i wish they'd just taken a few more months to release this game ngl #i don't blame the writers #i think if given more time they absolutely would've polished this game more #but i will always lament what could've been

[chiwithekiwi]

so i was curious how long it takes for the infection to take root and force the host to turn based on the times given to us by the game using its scene-by-scene clock, but the results of my investigation have not at all turned out like i was expecting them to, and i wanted to share them since it might be useful to some of my fellow detail-oriented writers.

NOTE: all times used are not adjusted and are taken directly from the beginning of each scene. they do not reflect the accurate time that the characters may have been bitten. this is all just to provide a rounded approximation of the rate of infection for each character. also, i am aware of the other times that many of these characters can become infected, however, i am only including the routes in which they are shown to fully become werewolves over the course of the game itself.

max:

infected in the quarry lodge storm shelter at 00:26. turned in the north kill jail at 03:27. time to become fully infected – 3 hours

nick:

infected in the woods at 21:10. turned in the pool house at 23:33. time to become fully infected – 2 hours 20 minutes

dylan:

infected in the radio hut at 22:24. turned in the scrapyard at 2:10. time to become fully infected – 3 hours 40 minutes

laura:

infected on the island at 23:30. turned in the hackett house at 03:10. time to become fully infected – 3 hours 40 minutes

jacob:

infected on the wood bridge at 22:30. turned in the woods at 03:33. time to become fully infected – 4 hours

emma, route 1 (woods):

infected in the woods at 23:52. turned in the storm shelter at 02:29. time to become fully infected – 2 hours 40 minutes

and i’m hesitant to include this one due to the fact that the exact time of her turning is unknown but i’ll include this infection line just for the sake of it

emma, route 2 (treehouse):

infected on the island at 21:43. turned in the van between 23:52 and 01:35. time to become fully infected – somewhere between 2 hours 10 minutes and 3 hours 50 minutes  

kaitlyn and ryan are never shown to turn throughout the duration of the game, and abigail is cured of infection before she ever gets the chance to turn. 

these approximations show that the rate of infection for each character is wildly different. in storytelling terms this makes sense, as the moments in which all of these characters turn help to progress the story/keep every moment suspenseful. naturally there would be no set amount of time for the infection to take over, because doing so would only put a limit on what the narrative was able to do with each character up to a certain point before they would become indisposed.

from a lore perspective though, there is much to consider here. for some characters it can be theorised that they were able to hold out against the infection for so long due to their prior knowledge of how it works and what signs to look out for (dylan and laura). in jacob’s case, this doesn’t hold as much weight due to the fact that apart from his initial return to the firepit after nick was infected, he never learned of his inevitable turning and the symptoms he displayed, yet jacob still did not change until after an approximate four hours of being infected.

it’s unlikely that the rate of infection speeds up in the face of injury or heightened adrenaline/emotion, namely due to the fact that many of these characters are injured or otherwise put into extremely demanding emotional states over the course of the game without changing. nick turning after being shot by abi doesn’t work to argue this, as even if you do not shoot him, he begins to turn anyway.

again, this is all up for personal speculation. for all we know, the rate of infection could depend on how much sand and dirt you ate as a kid to strengthen your immune system. (don’t even try to tell me that jacob, dylan, and laura weren’t chronic sand and/or dirt eaters when they were still little. i know the truth)

#the quarry #the quarry game #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #jacob custos #emma mountebank #nick furcillo #laura kearney #max brinly #if you think that my math might be wrong in some places then you're probably right #mine

[asshlyyyy]

Look Deep Within Pt. 2 (Dylan Lenivy x reader)

I want to try and post these every other day... I have no idea how long I will keep that up. There will also be a master list for this story as well. Yes, it is indeed a story. I hope you guys enjoy this! My requests are open. So you could always hit them up with your ideas and maybe just maybe I’ll be able to do them justice. 

Sorry for any weird mistakes... I am pretty sure I got them all, but I might’ve missed something in there...? God I hope not. I write, I don’t go back to read. Ew.

Masterlist

warnings: some mild sexual jokes?          wc: 2k

15:04 | June 27 Hackett's Quarry Camp Radio Hut

"Alright, Lenivy, here's the menu for the week," you said while handing the piece of paper to Dylan.

"Hm? Let's see what we have here then," he took the paper out of your hand. You looked around the hut while he reviewed your meal ideas. His chair would make a squeaky sound every so often as he spun around.

Over the many years, you've been here... You haven't actually ever been in the hut. Chris often did the announcements and you would just hand him the menu at breakfast. Sure, you could've done that here, but Dylan was quite popular... with himself that is.

It had only been a few days since you guys got here, and you have gotten closer with some people. While on the outside people would say you got close to Dylan... you believed you got further away.

He often teased you for little things. Maybe a seed was left in the fruit that you served at breakfast... Maybe you had some food or stains on your clothes from making food. While there were moments where he was nice... you questioned everything.

You became quick friends with Nick. He often time showed up in the kitchen to help. More times than Dylan did, but you appreciated both of their help nonetheless.

"Mac n Cheese tomorrow? Do you really think that's the best idea?" Dylan questioned. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What's wrong with it? Kids love mac n cheese," you pointed out, "hell, I love mac n cheese."

"I just think that maybe it's a bit much for the first day that the kids are here," he commented while he put his feet up on the desk. He was niches relaxed in his radio hut.

"How is it a bit much? Its literary mac n cheese." You tried to understand his reasoning, but there wasn't anything you could figure out. It's easy and simple. It's Mac n cheese...

"I just think... we should change that mac n cheese.... to chicken nuggies and fries. That will make the kids extremely happy, and myself of course." He smiles innocently.

"Do you plan on helping me? Kitchen helper," you asked him. He let out an 'eehhhh' face as he thought about it.

"I guesss,"

"You're a pain in my ass," you commented with a roll of your eyes.  You grabbed the paper from him and drew an arrow between Monday and Wednesday.

The original day you had planned for chicken nuggets was Wednesday along with dessert. Now you had to do double the work tomorrow when you wanted an easy day.

"There you happy, you big baby?" You said as you shoved the paper back to him. He looked at the menu and gasped.

"I am not a pain in the ass," he commented as he saw what I wrote. I sent him an innocent smile."I'm leaving now," you commented and started to walk away.

"I hate to see you go... but I love to watch you leave!" Dylan called out as you stepped out the door. You stopped in your step.

"Stop looking at my ass, Lenivy!"

"Never!"

8:26 | June 28 Hackett's Quarry Camp Lodge

"Chsuuhhh, good morning Hacketters," Dylan's voice came from the speakers around you. "Today is a big day if I do say so myself. I have a note here from Mr. H himself that he wants me to read... sadly it's boring."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you continued to put the food out for the other counselors and of course Mr. H himself. You had just finished making breakfast just a couple of moments ago. Dylan had a way of timing things you had to say.

"So, let's do this Dylan's way. The kids will be arriving around ten am sharp. So I expect you all to be in the lodge around that time. That being said, you should hurry your butts to the lodge for some yummy breakfast. Made by yours truly of course. The menu says French toast and some fruit. Doesn't that sound yummy? Of course, it does. And if that doesn't rumble your tummy, we're having some chicken nuggies for lunch, of course, made by yours truly."

As you finished putting out the last of the food you went ahead and grabbed yourself a dish. Minus well eat it while it's hot instead of cold like you usually would do. It didn't even bother you that Dylan wasn't giving you any credit. It was in his nature and humor.

"And for dinner, we're having... let's see here," you heard some rustling on his side. "Right! We're having some spaghetti and meatballs. Yes, the perfect messy food for kids. Watch out, you might have to clean some kids up."

"And lastly for right now, counselors are reminded to be careful with their wording in front of kids. Along with that~ blah blah blah boring words. No getting in cahoots with each other in front of kids. Wow, kind of lame Mr. H. Am I not allowed to dip someone and kiss them?"

"Disappointing. There's also the fact that we're not allowed to sneak out. Lllaammmmeeeeeeee."

"Something along the lines of Hackett summer camp song blah blah. Let's get this day started! I'm gonna get some grub now." And with that, his voice disappeared and it got quiet. You let out a satisfied sigh and continued to eat your food.

Your once pulled back hair now laid out to its original length. Your head finally felt like it had a break from the pressure of the hair tie. The h/c locks that you had to keep back to avoid it getting into any kind of food. No matter if your hair was short… medium… or long. You had to find a way to keep it up.

"Good morning, Y/n," Nick said as he came into view. You looked over at him and sent him a smile.

"Morning, Nick," you said as he walked over to where the food was laid out.

"This all looks amazing," he complimented and started to make himself a dish. "Also, I know you made it. Dylan was just trying to take credit where it wasn't due."

"Thanks," you chuckled lightly, "I have to deal with that idiot later."

"Don't we all," he chuckled and came to sit with you.

"Yup, he wanted the chicken nuggets, so he's helping out." You explained to Nick.

"Are you going to need my help?" He then asked. He honestly was such a sweet man.

"Um... hopefully not, but with Lenivy who knows," you chuckled lightly. You picked your fork into your food slightly. Dylan has maybe been in the kitchen with you twice. Once early in the morning and the other around lunch. Two completely different people, but he was extremely helpful both times.

"Well, if you need me, you can just call me on the walkie," he smiled gently. I nodded and returned his smile. I appreciated this cinnamon roll. You let out a light breath and looked around. No one else has made their way into the lodge yet.

It was a calm scene. A smile on your face as you remembered back to when you were a child. The way you ran around this place, playing with your friends... whom you remember none of. You never stayed in touch with any of them. You were a child so... You remember one, but can't remember anything about them or even what their name was.

You just remember spending a lot of your time with them. Even though the two of you were in different groups and cabins... you two always found a way to hang out and have fun.

You even remembered when Chris would light the fireplace in the middle. Of course, that hasn't happened in some years due to the building being so old.

You leaned your check against your hand and smiled to yourself. As a kid, this place was so magical. You always felt like it was a place written out of a book. A place that only so many can experience correctly. The magic aspects it held...

The stories your friend would tell to try and scare you off. Which resulted in you pushing them into the lake and laughing. Which soon turned into them pulling you in as well. You shook that memory out of your head and turned towards Nick.

"So, I have a question," you pointed your fork at Nick.

"Yeah?" He replied and started to eat his food.

"What's the deal with you and Abi? I mean, from day one you guys were sitting next to each other... There has to be something? Am I right, or am I right?" You smiled deviously.

"Dylan is in the house!" Dylan announced as he entered the lodge. You rolled your eyes lightly and put your attention back on Nick.

"W-what do you mean? There is nothing between Abi and I. We- Were just friends." Nick tried to cover up the red that started to appear on his cheeks.

"Just friends," you brought your hands up to make quotation marks. "If you like her, I totally ship it and will gladly help you get together with her."

"I don't know... I don't even know if she likes me," he frowned gently.

"I can find out," you said as you looked at him, "and if I know, will you go and make a move?"

"I don't know... I just... I don't want to rush anything We only have two months here, don't you think that's a bit fast?" He questioned.

"Absolutely not. If you guys click, then it means it's meant to be," you smiled. He looked around and let out a worried look as all the counselors started to pile in.

"Fine, maybe, I don't know. You can't tell anyone about this."

"Are you guys keeping secrets from me?" Dylan said as he sat down at the table we were sitting at.

"I don't think you can even call it a secret," you commented as you poked your fork into a strawberry and popped it into your mouth.

"Are we talking about how Nick likes Abi?" He asked as he started to eat.

"I-" Nick was lost for words. I let out a giggle and nodded. "Does everyone know???"

"Abi, doesn't know," you pointed out.

"Because she is just as blind as Nick here," Dylan pointed out.

"You act like you never liked anyone and kept it to yourself," Nick rolled his eyes lightly.

"Nope," he shook his head, "even when I did make a move the girl didn't even acknowledge it.”

"Oh, I have to hear this story," You said interested. Dylan looked over at you surprised. His eyes quickly found your e/c ones. It wasn’t like he was shocked... it was more... ‘this wasn’t the plan’

"It's a pretty bad story, I doubt you'd want to hear it," he chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

"I actually kind of want to hear it as well," Nick spoke up.

"Ha! Now you have to tell us," you smiled deviously as you finished off the last of your food. Dylan let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but no laughing," Dylan warned.

"I will promise no such thing," You said. Nick nodded in agreement. Dylan let out another annoyed sigh and looked down at his food.

"It was roughly six years ago or so. I was a young tall boy. I was running around Hackett's Quarry summer camp. I was friends with quite a lot of people, but one stood out to me. The one who I spent most of my time with. The one I pushed into the lake multiple times. I used to call them munchkin-"

Your eyes widen at that name. It was all coming back to you- the way you two instantly clicked... the stubborn teasing and not hating him... It all made sense.

#The Quarry #The Quarry x reader #The Quarry Dylan #The Quarry Dylan Lenivy #Dylan The Quarry #Dylan Lenivy #Dylan Lenivy x reader

[drylan]

“Please, we need help.”

i hope ur ok w/dark fic... (jk i know u are)

"Please." Ryan whispered into the old rotary phone, heart hammering in his chest as he did. It was a risk, but it was the only thing. His last option. "We need help." But then the line was cut before the 911 responder could get anymore information. And Ryan ran out of the lodge as quickly as his feet could carry him.

How were he and the other camp counselors supposed to know that Dylan was completely and utterly unhinged? That he would go on a complete rampage? There was no way to know that behind that sweet simple and single dimple, there was something dark, scary, and capable of killing underneath.

First Caleb and Kaley. Then Mr. H. Ryan had found Jacob's corpse floating to the top of the lake. And Abi and Nick...both found dead in the pool house. Emma not too far in the pool itself.

How many were left? Was Kaitlyn still around? He had no idea.

His question was quickly answered as he tripped and fell on the way to the radio hut, making out Kaitlyn's corpse on the peripheral of his vision hanging from the swing. The radio hut door flung open, revealing the perpetrator himself.

He was covered in blood, but leant down with the dirty knife in his hand, grabbed Ryan by his hair and smiled. "C'mon, Ryan. You know I could never hurt you."

Then, everything went dark.

When Ryan finally came to, he was miles and miles away from Hackett's Quarry, shoved in the back of the van, the only backdrop being the tunes on the radio and Dylan's own voice as he crooned on and on to the lyrics of a sickly sweet love song.

#nice to meet you queue. i'm ryan ryan. #my stuff #fanfic #ficlet #the quarry #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #drylan #rylan #radioheads

[hrefna-the-raven]

The Aftermath

This is a direct sequel to my story "Taste of Regret" that can be found here: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Summary:

You heard sort of an SOS from the radio hut at the summer camp, you only wanted to check on these kids, they were in grave danger if there were bears around. You headed out to their rescue, but what hunted through the forest was no bear, if was nothing like anything you ever came across and you sure saw a lot during your military missions....

This happens during the events of the game so there might be spoilers if you haven't finished the game yet.

Chapter 1 - Start believing

"What the hell?!", you screamed, your hand frantically searching for the knife attached to your belt.

A sudden burning pain spread across the arm you held up to protect yourself from the creature that jumped you out of nowhere. The pale skinned beast continued to claw deep gouges into your skin, trying to get closer and take a chunky bite out of you, or at least that was what you presumed. You had never seen anything like this, this thing didn't resemble anything you ever came across and you sure saw a lot during your military missions. If you had known what would await you following that weird radio transmission you accidentally intercepted, you probably would still be sitting on your couch in your safe apartment, a beer in one hand and a good book in the other. To anyone else it probably sounded like a bad prank, it was the last day of the summer camp at Hackett's quarry and thinking back about your own childish pranks as a teenager, you could understand how other might have easily dismissed the message of this transmission, but you weren't anybody, you couldn't help your trained instincts which detected a lingering fear in the voice of the person speaking, turning that incoherent mumbling into a well hidden and very real cry for help. There it is! You opened the sheath, took your M1 bayonet out, launched at the creature and drove the knife deep into its chest. The beast stumbled backwards, antagonising screams pierced your ears as its claws scratched on its rib cage in a frenzy and, as a result, pulling the bayonet out. You finally managed to get a real look at it, noting its body was more human-like then you first anticipated. Bone white claws extended from its hominid hands and feet and the rather small but sturdy head on its tall stretched body didn't make it seem more docile. Its red eyes cast an angry glance at you as its saliva coated tongue licked its long ivory canines before the creature rushed off on all fours and disappeared into the salvaging darkness of the forest.

Minutes passed as you remained in the middle of the small path, your gaze lost in the shadows of the trees and bushes that loomed menacingly around you. The musky fresh scent filled your lungs with every deep breath of the moist forest air. The bright light of tonight's full moon shone down, reflecting on your bayonet that was still lying in a puddle of dark blood at your feet. It was a gift from Jason, he gave it you sixteen years, the memories still vivid in your mind. It had barely been a year since your friend came from mission that went south. It was classified information and Jason never talked to you about it, but the man that left wasn't the same than the one that came back from Iraq, he was broken, something in him shattered to pieces and you continuously failed to put everything back together. And then, just when the feeling a bitter surrender settled in, there was this day, a sunny afternoon, sitting in the garden while having a beer with Jason. He put the sheathed bayonet on the table and pushed it towards you. It was sixteen inch long M1 bayonet, the spear shaped steel blade was silver coated and ornated lettering, reading "Semper Fi" and its dirty brown wooden handle gave it an antique twist. He claimed to have found it in a cave during his last mission, not even remembering anymore why he took it along, he just felt like he had to, serious and anxious eyes were staring at you as he continued to tell you that there dangerous things loomed in this world, they would feel out of place, unreal, like a dreadful nightmare, and that, even if it seemed irrational, you should start believing and expect everything anytime. After some shady research of his, he decided to silver coat the bayonet, it was meant to protect you from anything in this hostile world. Back then you brushed it off as Jason's superstitious way of dealing on his own with the trauma of that mission that cost the lives of his comrades, but right here and now, you weren't so sure anymore. Your mind wound it vines through this memory intertwining it with what just happened to you. A silent gasp escaped your mouth as you realised that Jason must have had a similar experience on that mission, they must have been attacked by a creature like the one that tried to eat you a moment ago. Could this be the same one? Is the military involved? Where were they? Did they know? Thousand questions raced through your mind, screaming for answers.

"Silas!", a desperate cry came out of the darkness.

You jumped up to your feet, holding the bayonet in front of you with trembling hands. Your eyes tried to scan the area around you but it was impossible to see beyond the pitch black forest. A rustling in the bushes behind startled you, whirling your body around. A scream left your lungs as you staring right into the cold eyes of an old pale woman. She launched at you, arms stretched out.

"Look what they've done to my poor boy!"

You jumped away, tripping and fell down on your butt, eyes nictated due to the plump pain crawling up your spine. You huffed, shuffling further backwards in a desperate attempt to get away from the woman that had already disappeared when the sudden impact of a pair of legs against your back stopped you.

"You", a deep male voice resounded from behind you.

Your head quickly turned around, trying to put a face to that familiar voice but the last thing you spotted was the stock of a shotgun being smashed in your face before all went black.

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Travis groaned dizzily, his blurred vision trying to focus on his surroundings while his foggy mind tried to remember what happened. His head fell backwards and he recognised the barred window. He was in the prison cell, back leaning on the bunk and a tingling sensation spreading through his limbs. It was already dark and he must been knocked out for some time.

"Those damn kids", he grumbled under his breath, trying to pull himself up but unsteady feet collapsed again under the weight of his body as he landed on his chest. His tired face sank down on the cold concrete floor of the cell babbling away unintelligibly before everything went dark again.

Chapter 2

#the quarry #the quarry game #supermassive games #travis hackett #the quarry travis #travis hackett x reader #travis hackettxreader #the quarry x reader #silas vorez #eliza vorez #wolf boy #silas the dog boy

[ghostradiodylan]

Hold up, is that an air conditioning unit outside the radio hut?? You’re telling me the radio hut is AIR CONDITIONED?? Dylan was living the fucking dream all summer, you guys. The cabins are clearly not air conditioned. I would be sleeping in there like he is in all the spicy fics too, jeez.

Also here are the weird empty bottles I was talking about in the mattress post. Like, what goes on in there?? Is it where Mr. H drinks away his werewolf worries in the off season or what?

#obsessing over tiny details #the quarry #dylan lenivy #feat Abigail blyg #radio hut #ryan erzahler #wine wolf Wednesday with Chris Hackett

[hackettquarrys]

moonlight

lover of mine pt.2/? (part one here)

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

4.5k words

playlist

“I never knew

You could hold moonlight in your hands

'Til the night I held you”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language, i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

chris hackett and i had been sneaking around for most of the summer. of course we had had the conversation / doubts about if it was a good idea, but in the end the feelings between us got to be to strong to not act on them.

i had gotten to hacketts quarry about a month before the other counsellors, to help get everything set up for when camp opened. since i was out of school, i was able to be there early to help mr.h last year and he asked me if i would be able to again this year. mr.hackett wasted no time putting me to work, the two of us dusting and cleaning the cabins so they would be ready for the kids/counsellors to sleep in.

as i finished putting fresh bedding on the last of this cabins bunks, i sighed, pushing my hair back out of my face. my back ached from bending to dust impossible to reach corners and from climbing up to dress the top bunks with fresh linens. thankfully we only had a few cabins left to prepare- but it felt like we had been at it for days; when in reality it had only been a few hours.

“i really appreciate you helping out, jaiden,” mr.hackett spoke as he dumped the swept up contents of the dust pan into the garbage bin.

“of course! i’m always happy to help my favourite camp owner,” i said genuinely. he raised an eyebrow.

“number one huh? is it a long list?” he asked, causing me to laugh.

“no, only you. hackett’s quarry has always been like a second home to me,” i beamed.

“that means a lot- that’s all i want for you and the other kids,” he smiled, but i felt a strange feeling in my chest; something i couldn’t identify at the time. why did it bother me that he technically called me a kid?

i watched as mr.h turned to gather the cleaning supplies to start heading to the next cabin, and i picked up the backer of sheets and blankets before following him out the door and down the steps. my eyes landed on the radio hut, and i called ahead to mr.hackett.

“hey, can i turn on some music?” i asked. he seemed to think about it for a minute, considering the request. “pleeeeease,” i begged.

“as long as it’s camp appropriate- i don’t see why not,” he answered, setting the supplies down on the step outside the next cabin as i caught up to him.

“eee! thank you!” i handed him the basket of linens and ran off towards the radio hut just up the hill behind the cabins. i went inside and connected my phone to the sound system - mr.h had let me keep it with me for now since camp hadn’t officially started yet. i turned on a playlist and adjusted the volume outputting through the speakers outside the building, just so it was loud enough that we’d be able to hear it in the cabins but so we would still be able to hear eachother talk.

walking back over to the last cabin, i joined up with mr.h who had already started cleaning inside. the two of us didn’t say anything for a few minutes, a comfortable silence filling the room as we both tried to get this last cabin done so we could go relax. as the next song came on, mr.hackett broke the silence.

play song

“hey- i like this song,” mr.h said. “did you make this playlist or did dj dylan?”

“i did.” i smiled as i continued to dust.

“you’ve got good taste, jay.” he complimented, and i felt a different kind of flutter in my chest- a good one this time.

“you know- i was almost named layla after this song.” i said.

“really?” it’s a great song but i think jaiden suits you way better.” he seemed to blush a little. “i think my parents were gonna name me dwight - glad they landed on chris instead.”

“chris suits you better as well. i’m just used to calling you mr.h,” i laughed.

“you don’t have to call me mr.h when no one’s here- i mean you can if you want but-“ he seemed… nervous?

“ok.” he stopped stammering and finished the last bit of sweeping, emptying the dust pan into the bin one last time before announcing that we were done. we headed back to the lodge after i grabbed my phone from the radio hut, hurrying back to the cabin to meet up with mr- chris. i grabbed the now empty laundry basket, before following behind chris in the direction of the lodge. i caught up to him, my steps falling in line with his.

“it’s so pretty out here at this time of year- when everything is blooming and fresh,” i observed the greenery surrounding the path, flowers decorating the ground and tall trees providing shade in the june afternoon heat. when chris didn’t reply right away, i turned to look at him. i hadn’t noticed that he had slowed down and was now a few feet behind me. he seemed distracted, like he had been staring at something. “chris?” his first name still felt foreign coming out of my mouth, but nonetheless- i found myself liking the way it sounded.

“y- yeah, it’s really pretty,” he mumbled, but it still seemed like his mind was otherwise occupied. had he been staring at… me? i thought, before shaking my head. surely not- that’s would be ridiculous.

so why did it feel like a tiny part of my wished that he had been?

•

hanging out with chris so much was really starting confirm what i had feared to be true; i was falling for him, and fast. my crush on the camp owner seemed to progress at a rapid pace, to the point that i often felt butterflies just from being near him. on more than one occasion i caught myself staring at him longer than i should. not helping me keep my feelings under control was the fact that occasionally, his leg would brush against mine when he sat next to me; and worse was that i couldn’t tell if chris was doing it intentionally. one night, not fully awake, i rested my head on his shoulder as we sat on the couch watching a movie, and to my surprise he didn’t react. when i woke up to the credits of the movie, i realized what had happened, and sat up, apologizing softly, a blush rising on my face. at least he didn’t push me away? i thought to myself, but i still couldn’t tell what chris was thinking; deciding surely he would always just see me as a counsellor and nothing more.

“no worries- maybe i’ve been working you too hard lately. head to bed, jaybird, i’ll see you in the morning.” he said, turning off the television. i got up, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders- had chris put that over me? i thought.

“goodnight chris,” i called from the bottom of the stairs. until the camp opened, i had been sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs in the lodge, rather than in a cabin all by myself.

“goodnight jaiden.”

~~~ 3 weeks later ~~~

i sat up straight in bed, the roaring thunder pulling me out of a restless sleep. flashes of lightning lit up the room through the cracks between the curtains. after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, i finally gave up on sleeping. i shivered, getting out of bed and sliding a sweater over my torso. the wooden floor of the lodge creaked under my bare feet as i walked down the hallway, and descended the stairs to the main floor of the building. i grabbed a blanket out of the basket next to the couch before sitting down, pulling my legs close to my chest to keep warm. for the time of year that it was, it was quite cold tonight, and i thought to myself that i wished i had put on socks or pants rather than the shorts i had on under my sweater.

i sat on the sofa, the room illuminated only by a small lamp on the end table next to the other sofa, for a few minutes before i saw a shadow in the corner of the room, near the other staircase. i squinted, trying to make out what it was as the figure got closer, before i realized it was just mr.hackett.

“hey,” his voice was gentle, and a little deeper than usual since he had been asleep. “can’t sleep?” i shook my head, pulling the blanket i had tighter around my shoulders. he sat next to me, and i couldn’t help but notice that once again, he was just close enough that his leg was touching mine. we talked for a few minutes; about the day and what work had to be done tomorrow, before a huge crack of thunder made me jump, instinctively moving closer to him. i was going to move away, but mr.h pulled me closer, until my head was resting on his shoulder. unlike the last time when it had happened by accident, this time it was intentional. i relaxed into him, his arm holding me close. “you’re okay.” i relaxed, the rhythm of his heartbeat quickly lulling me to sleep.

•

the sunlight of daybreak beamed through the window, waking me up. as i regained consciousness, i felt the unfamiliar feeling of someone’s arms around me. taking in my current surroundings, i realized that chris and i were laying on the couch together. a lot of thoughts raced through my head but the most prominent one was how peaceful he looked when he slept, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. i smiled, trying not to move around to much as not to wake him up, but his eyes fluttered open despite my best efforts. he also took a second to register that we were still in the living room; and that we had been asleep together.

“hey…” he mumbled. in case he was uncomfortable, i freed myself from his grip and sat up at the end of the couch, allowing him to sit up as well.

“hey.” i replied. “uh…thank you. for- you know..”

“yeah i .. i mean. you’re welcome, i’m sorry if-“

“no it’s okay-“ i paused. “mr.h?”

“yeah?”

“is there..” i started, but i decided not to ask. “nevermind. i’m gonna make coffee-“ i stood up and turned to head towards the kitchen.

“jaiden,” i stopped, turning around to look at him, my eyes meeting his. “are you okay?”

“y..yeah i- i’m fine.” i scratched at my arm absentmindedly. “are you okay?” a smile spread across his face, and he laughed lightly.

“yeah, i’m okay. im sorry if- if i made you uncomfortable at all-“

“what? no i- mr.hackett...”

“jaiden, how many times have i told you that you can call me chris?”

“see - that’s what i mean, i-“ i sighed. “ is there something going on here or am i .. am i imagining things.” a strange look crossed his face, his brows furrowing slightly and his mouth twitching up at the corner. his expression dropped again as he spoke.

“by something you mean…” he asked hesitantly. i walked back around to the couch, and sat down, turning my body to face him.

“i mean- none of the other counsellors call you chris, and none of the other counsellors…” i sighed, before deciding just to spit it out. “you’ve never looked at any of the other counsellors the way that you look at me.” mr. hackett- chris pulled his gaze away from mine, before i continued. “and they don’t look at you the way that i do.”

“jaiden.. i- you know we shouldn’t do this.” he looked at me again. i nodded slightly.

“you don’t- “

“of course i want to jay, but you and i both know it’s probably a bad idea. the other counsellors- what would they think? your parents? and god- my kids are older than you jaiden,” he had stood up and was pacing around the room. “what would i tell them? and what do you want with me anyway? you’re kind, and you’re smart and caring. you’re so..so free spirited and- why would you want anything to do with me?” he said.

“i’m sorry. i wasn’t thinking about caleb and kaylee. maybe you’re right.” i shook my head, more to myself for bringing any of this up in the first place. chris stopped pacing and turned to look at me.

“hey, you haven’t done anything wrong,” he said, his voice softer now as he sat next to me on the couch again, and i found myself having to fight the urge to move closer.

“neither have you. but chris, would it really be so wrong? tell me that you don’t feel something between us because i thought i was imagining it all this time but i know now that i’m not-“

“you’re not crazy but jaiden- i can’t do this to you. there’s.. there’s things about me that you don’t know; that i can’t tell you,” his hand rested on my knee before he realized and went to move it, but i placed my smaller hand on top of his before he could.

“whatever it is you can tell me-“

“i appreciate that, but no; i can’t,” he laughed dryly. “jaiden i wish more than anything that i could but i can’t. i’m not… i’m not the person you think i am.” i was completely shocked. chris had never sounded so serious before. i squeezed his hand gently.

“chris whatever it is- i know you-“

“jaiden-“

“you don’t have to tell me what it is, but either way; the chris hackett i know is a good man, who cares about other people, sometimes too much.”

“you’re one to talk,” he laughed, and although he didn’t appear to believe what i was saying, i felt his hand squeezing mine back. “you’re one of the best people i’ve ever met.” my eyes met his again, and i felt warmth inside. chris hackett was a warm person, i realized. his hands, his eyes, the sound of his laugh; they were all warm.

“chris, if we both want this, why can’t we just see what happens-“

“i’ll hurt you-“

“you won’t. i know you.” i moved closer to him “you could never hurt me.”

~~~ present ~~~

“what are you thinking about?” chris asked, breaking me out of my daydream. i smiled.

“that morning, after the storm,” i answered honestly. he smiled to himself, before noticing the time on his watch.

“oh, crap, i gotta go,” he stood up from his desk, before stopping, thinking for a moment before grabbing something from his desk drawer.

“are you okay, chris?” i asked, as he walked over to me and stopped just inches in front of me. my hands instinctively went to his chest, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head.

“yeah, i just.. family stuff to deal with, you know?” he mumbled, squeezing me tighter before he pulled back. “i need you to keep this safe, do not lose it, okay?” he said, looking into my eyes. i nodded expectantly. he opened his hand to reveal and old key, the antique kind that was bronze in colour with a long stem, with a brown chord tied to it, creating a necklace.

“what is it for?” i asked, turning around so chris could fasten it around my neck. he moved my hair to the side and tied the chord, as i fiddled with the key.

“…i- i just need you to keep it safe. just promise me that you won’t lose it?” i turned back to face him and tiptoed to place a kiss on his lips. he pulled me closer and kissed me deeply, taking me by surprise.

“i promise,” i spoke, after we pulled away, thinking that chris was being a little strange, but to be honest he had been acting a little off since the van wouldn’t start. “chris are you sure you’re okay?” i asked, concern evident in my voice.

“yes, i promise i’m okay. now go back to the rest of them out there before they think somethings up and i’ll see you tomorrow morning. and remember-“

“make sure that everyone stays in the lodge, i know.”

“thanks, jaiden,” he smiled, kissing me one more time before shooing me out the door.

•

tucking the key necklace under my shirt, i reached the bottom of the staircase, when emma approached me seemingly out of nowhere, but i was still distracted thinking about how strange chris had been acting i probably just didn’t notice her standing in the main room of the lodge.

“hey, you okay?” she asked, and i couldn’t tell if she was sincere or not; not sure if she was teasing or if that was just her regular voice, it was hard to tell the difference with her sometimes.

“yeah.. why?” i brushed her off. of the other counsellors, emma was probably the one i was the least fond of. we just never got that close over the summer; but i didn’t have an actual issue with her or anything, besides all of us being annoying with the drama between her an jacob.

“i don’t know, i thought maybe mr.h was yelling at you or something.”

“why would he be yelling at me?” i laughed.

“i don’t know, we were all trying to guess why he called you in there,” she said, causing my heart to thump in my chest, before realizing there was no possible way anyone could have seen chris and i in his office.

“he just wanted to go over a few things, since we’re staying an extra night and he won’t be here.”

“did he put you in charge or something?” she teased, and i rolled my eyes playfully.

“no, come on emma you know i never want to be the boss of any of you guys just because i’m older.” we had reached the bottom of the steps outside but the time we finished talking, and i realized everyone was gone. “uhh where did everyone go?” i asked, panicking a little.

“relax, jaiden,” emma laughed at the concern in my voice. “you worry too much. ryan and dylan are inside, trying to find a phone charger. nick and abi went on a little hike together and kaitlyn was off taking some pictures or something. and you and me are here.”

“and jacob?” i asked, noticing that she didn’t mention him. it wasn’t that i wanted to bring up a sore subject, but i wanted to have everyone accounted for if i was ever gonna get them to stay inside. she rolled her eyes at me.

“who cares- let’s go have fun! it’s our last night here!” she threw an arm over my shoulder, dragging me along with her who knows where. “do you think you’ll come back next summer?” emma asked me. i thought about it, and realized that i hadn’t really thought about the fact that i would have to go home- which meant leaving hacketts quarry and chris behind.

“i- yeah. i’ll probably come back,” i mumbled, my head spinning as i thought about the possibility of not seeing chris until next summer. emma noticed my shift in behaviour.

“are you sure you’re okay? did mr.hackett say something to you?”

“what- no… i guess it just didn’t really sink in that i might not see you guys ever again until just now.” again, technically not a lie, but the person i would miss most probably wasn’t who emma thought i meant.

“hey it’s okay! maybe we’ll all come back next summer and laugh about when the van wouldn’t start.” she giggled. “i know we didn’t always get along, jaiden, but i am gonna miss you. and you and dylan are basically attached at the hip, of course you’re gonna see him again.”

i had never heard emma be so sincere, and it honestly did make me feel better for a minute, but even if what she said was true it didn’t change the fact that i would be leaving my boyfriend behind when i left.

“thanks emma. i’m gonna miss you too.” i said, and to my surprise i think i actually meant it. we walked through the trees for a few minutes, down a little trail that i knew looked back to the other side of the lodge. i watched as emma, happy to have her phone back, vlogged about what she was doing, and what she had been up to for her to post later for her followers to watch, telling them about all of us. she signed off, sliding her phone into her back pocket before turning to me.

“you and dylan- was that ever a thing?” she asked. i laughed a little.

“no- he’s like my brother.”

“mhm- you know everyone who’s ever said that-“

“no, emma. i don’t think i’m his type anyway.” i left it at that; even if i knew who dylan was really interested in, it was not my place to say.

“okay- if you say so,” she teased, but dropped the subject. “come on, let’s go see if we can find the others.” she said grabbing my hand as we approached the lodge and dragging me towards it. we met up with kaitlyn, dylan and ryan who were all standing outside , and jacob joined us not long after. emma glared at him a little, but didn’t say anything.

“guess what these two found it in mr.h’s office,“ she gestured with her shoulder to dylan and ryan.

“wait, why were you guys in mr.hacketts office?” i asked. my heart raced a little- i didn’t think there was anything that would expose us in there- but it was connected to his bedroom, which i may have left a shirt or something in after sneaking into his room on more than one occasion over the summer. when the other counsellors first arrived, we agreed it would be best to slow things down and be distant, as not to be suspicious. as the weeks went by, even though it was risky, we started sneaking around again a little bit, when no one else was around obviously. it wasn’t uncommon for me to find my way to his bed in the middle of the night once the others were asleep. i would just set an alarm to be awake before everyone else, (chris was a morning person so he was usually awake and working pretty early anyway) and either sneak back to my own bed or get a head start on breakfast for when the others woke up.

“we were trying to find a charger for ryan’s phone. did you know mr.h has a whole bunch of security cameras and stuff in a hidden room off his office?” i panicked again, knowing that the door to that room was in chris’ closet, which confirmed that they had been in his room. chris had shown me the camera room once, after i found him exiting it and got curious.

“how would i know if they were hidden dumbass?” i flicked dylan on the forehead. “it’s probably just surveillance cameras or something.” i suggested.

“or mr.h is a creep or something,” emma scoffed. i tried not to react, realizing that without context, having a secret camera room could seem a little wierd.

“where were the cameras looking? in the cabins?” kaitlyn asked. ryan shook his head.

“the woods, a little ways from the lodge.”

“probably just trail cameras,” dylan suggested.

“yeah,” we all agreed, and thankfully the subject was. it was still light out, but i was still trying to figure out how i was going to convince everyone to stay inside.

“oh hey, what did mr.h want to talk to you about? he seemed freaked,” emma asked.

“yeah, is everything okay?” dylan asked.

“everything’s fine, mr.hackett just wanted to go over a couple extra rules for tonight since we weren’t supposed to be here and he won’t be at the lodge tonight.” i explained, which to my credit was the truth; maybe not the whole truth but still. “which reminds me- we all have to be inside before dark tonight and stay inside.”

“i thought when the grown-ups left it meant there were no rules,” nick suggested.

“exactly,” kaitlyn agreed. “that’s no fun.”

“come on guys, i know but i promised mr.h we’d all stay inside the lodge tonight, other than that i don’t think he really cares what we do-“

“yeah because there’s nothing to do in the lodge- all the fun stuff is outside. how’s he even gonna know if we’re not inside if he’s not here?” jacob asked.

“he’s not- unless the teachers pets tell,” emma looked at from me to ryan, who raised his hands in surrender. everyone turned to me, looking at me expectantly.

“guys please, just for one night-“

“exactly, we only have one night left before we never see eachother again- too really want to spent it locked inside the lodge?” kaitlyn protested.

“what if- instead of that- we do something fun; like have a bonfire,” emma suggested sarcastically, her idea being met with laughs of agreement from most of the others.

“guys maybe we should listen to jaiden,” abi spoke, her voice was a little shaky, and i sent her a smile. “i mean, we can watch a movie or something.”

“thanks abi-“

“oh come on abi- it’ll be fun!” nick said. everyone knew that abi had a crush on nick; we just weren’t sure he liked her back. i wasn’t really surprised that abi switched sides as soon as nick was in on it, and i understood.

“guys i promised mr.hackett, now can we please go inside?” i begged, really not wanting to fail the one task chris has trusted me with.

“i thought you said you didn’t want to be the boss of us, jaiden?” emma said, using my words against me tauntingly. i sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“i don’t, but this isn’t my idea, i’m just passing along what mr.h said.”

“guys, maybe mr.h had a good reason for wanting us to stay inside.” ryan suggested. “like maybe there’s bears or something.” i sent him a look as if to say thank you for trying to help, but at this point i had accepted defeat. i just hoped chris wouldn’t be too mad at me for not being able to keep my promise.

“of course you would want to do what he said,” emma scoffed. “we’re gonna do something a lot more fun.”

“strip poker?” nick asked, earning a punch to the arm from kaitlyn.

“no, idiot.” emma laughed. “a bonfire.”

#the quarry #the quarry game #chris hackett imagine #chris hackett #chris hackett x reader #david arquette

[dreamqueenkala]

“What doesn’t kill you, will make you stronger.”

SPELLBOUND

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Chapter 1

11:34 PM

Friday, October 24, 2025

Kingston, New York, USA

It’s been 4 years since the events at Hackett’s Quarry—4 years, 1 month and 29 days, actually. In that time, all of the counselors had drawn away from each other, settling into their own lives in different states, colleges, careers. Though some kept in touch, there were those who rarely reached out, preferring the lonely solitude and self loathing over the worry of their friends and the guilt that came with it.

One such person was a man, now 23 years of age, by the name of Ryan Erzahler. Ryan had decided against college shortly after leaving Northkill County that August. Instead, he settled down in a small town not far from where his Grandparents and Sister still lived. The recluse took to online animation—specifically graphic design and online comic strips. He was incredibly talented with art—not in the same way Abigail Blyg had been, with her inept eye for detail and skilled hands—but rather with his storytelling. He could spend hours on his tablet or computer writing and drawing strip after strip after strip, publishing full comics by the end of every week. With his talent came a very large income—one that was able to pay his bills but also allow him some much needed freedom. He, by no means, was poor. Despite this, Ryan struggled with motivation. Even 4 years later, the events that took place that one night lingered in his mind. When he closed his eyes he could hear his old friend Dylan Lenivy screaming in agony in the radio hut, or Nick Furcillo’s howls and snarls before he transformed in the pool house. He could see his dear friend Kaylee Hackett’s corpse floating in the pool, and the surrogate father he’d had, Chris Hackett, dead on the floor of his own house. He could feel the bite Laura had left in his left forearm burn, feel the shotgun still warm in his hands. He hated it, yet he felt guilty. Guilty for the lives lost. Heartbroken that his friends had to suffer. Ashamed that he couldn’t protect them from the events that which had altered all their lives completely. It haunted him, ate at him from the inside out, turned him into a quieter shell of himself, tucked away in the shadows of his home.

Despite living the way he had, Ryan wasn’t alone. Another such friend lived nearby, in the same city, in fact. 24 years old and struggling to stay afloat in this world she’d grown to loathe, Madison Brinly—Max Brinly’s older sister—took up homage in a small, shallow, dead end apartment complex on the sketchier side of the city. She worked three jobs, one as an assistant at the local library, another as a drugstore clerk, and the third as a DJ/remixer at a nightclub. She rarely slept, spending most of her time working or in some way moving, her mind always on alert. Her talents were musically inclined, but after that summer she never pursued them—at least, not professionally, like Ryan had. No motivation, constant paranoia, the inability to even be in a public space without becoming likely to have an anxiety-induced seizure—all of these things prevented her from feeling safe or even normal. If she wasn’t working, she was tucked away in the window of her apartment, vape in hand, beanie over her hair and flannel sleeves pulled loose over her wrists to had the scratches she’d left behind. She felt empty, lost, broken, destroyed by something she once loved. She blamed the world for her problems, a desperate attempt to stem the self hatred she’d gathered over the years for her inability to protect her brother…the brother she hadn’t spoken to since December of the same year everything occurred.

Sharing the same city, you’d expect the two to cross paths. They rarely did, and even so, the maximum effort to acknowledge the others existence came down to a simple nod in their direction. They didn’t talk, nor did they reach out to the others. It was painful enough with the nightmares, and the constant texts from the group chat they’d never had the heart to leave. Ryan had even brought himself to the brink of tears once, thumb hovering over Dylan’s contact, before he gave up and tossed his phone across his bedroom. Madison had done the same, except whilst reading through her brothers private messages begging her to at least respond, worrying whether she was okay, fearing he’d lost her and he’d never know.

Both of them crossed paths for the first time buying new phones the next day.

After that fleeting moment in the apple store, the two frequently saw each other out around the city. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, Ryan and Madison crossed paths daily. At first, they ignored it, pushing it to the back of their minds and moving forward with their lives as they had before. Then, the two started to give the other greetings, a soft ‘hello’ and wave, a smile here and there. Two months after that, they finally gave in. Whatever fate or the universe or coincidence had planned, they couldn’t stop it, so they embraced it.

Ryan was the first to step out of his hermit shell, sending a simple text to the redhead. ‘Want to meet up for coffee in 15?’ He’d asked.

Ten minutes later, his phone buzzed. ‘Already there. :)’

After that, the two hit it off socially pretty well. Their previous likeness and friendship seemed to still linger and the pieces were far easier to pick up than they thought. Three weeks later, Ryan had managed to coax Madison into revealing her living situation. Shortly after, he’d convinced her to move in with him.

Now, just a couple months after that, it was October, 4 years after the trauma they experienced. Ryan was at his office desk scrawling in his notebook another plot list, different ideas to carry the next chapter in his comic. Madison, on the other hand, was perched on the windowsill of their apartment living room—a very nice apartment on the 5th floor of the complex, thanks to Ryan’s paycheck—lips enveloping the tip of her vape. She inhaled softly, pulling the object from her mouth as her lips closed and she held the smoke. Her green eyes fluttered closed and she exhaled through her nose, the smoke billowing out of the slightly open window.

“Done. Finally.” Ryan hummed, setting his pen down and closing out his computer tabs. He stretched his arms above his head as he spun his chair around, spine cracking as pleasant groans left the man’s lips. Madison let her eyes flutter open, moving her gaze away from the rain drops trickling down the glass and towards the dark-skinned male, a faint quirk of her brow an indication of her amusement.

“With those kinds of sounds, Ryan, the neighbors will think I’ve got you in bed.” She teased, tongue wetting her chapped pink lips. The male rolled his brown eyes in response as he stood, snatching a sofa pillow and thwacking her upside the head with it when he moved to join her. Perched on the other end of the windowsill, their legs crossed, knees bent and brushing together in the small space.

“With those kinds of sounds, they’ll be jealous on the action they could be missing.” Ryan replied coyly, grinning at the faint flush that filtered through the apples of her cheeks, her freckles standing out over the plush pink tone.

“Oh har har, Mister-Writer.” She huffed, obviously embarrassed as she gazed out the window, his eyes blatantly devouring the image of her when he continued to grin her way. “Not my fault you’ve got abs like a lickable brick wall.”

Quirking a brow, he snorted, grin wide enough to reveal his pearly whites. “‘Lickable’?” Her face flushed further, the tips of her ears turning red as she hid her expression behind the pillow he’d hit her with.

“Shut uuuuuup.” She whined, embarrassed by her own slip. His loud amused laughter brought a small smile to her face, her head tilting up enough for her green eyes to peek up at him. A calm silence fell over them, the two relishing in the sounds of the autumn rain and the busy streets below, muffled through the glass.

“Emma texted in the group chat.” Ryan began after a long silence, his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the window frame.

“When doesn’t she text?” Madison huffed sarcastically, rolling her eyes and inhaling from her vape again.

“She’s invited everyone to her grandparents cottage. Supposedly, her grandparents left it to her til March—they’re out on some cruise vacation or whatever…—and we’re all out of college now, so…” Brows raised curiously, green orbs met dark chocolate, both of them swirling with the same anxiety.

“So…who’s coming?”

“Everyone, so far. Except us.”

“Max is going to be there…?” Ryan sighed and leaned forward, placing a gentle hand over one of hers and giving it a light squeeze.

“We don’t have to go, Maddie.”

She exhaled harshly, coughing slightly as the smoke filtered out of her lungs, setting the object to her side. Madison’s fingers squeezed Ryan’s back, her breathing shaky as she gazed at her lap.

“I-It’s just…I’m the reason he went into rehab, Ryan. A-And now that he’s out, w-what if seeing me—“

Ryan covered her mouth with his free hand, drawing her in for a hug with the other. His hand quickly slipped from her mouth to the back of her head, cradling her close to his chest.

“That’s not going to happen, Maddie. I promise.” The male reassured her in that smooth, deep baritone voice of his, caressing her red locks beneath her black beanie. She inhaled shakily and nodded, her arms encompassing his back to return the affectionate gesture.

“O-Okay.” She mumbled into his crème sweater, fisting the fabric on his back. “We can go.”

Ryan nodded, resting his head against hers as they held each other. It was rare, the physical contact, after everything they’d been through. They didn’t have partners and they certainly didn’t do much socializing aside from coworkers or each other. Yet, on those nights where the memories and terrors became too much, one of them would find the other in the dark. It was an unspoken rule between them, to hold each other when things became too much. Neither minded at all.

“We can pack tonight and head out tomorrow if it’s clearer? Arrive a, uh…a day early so we can get used to the idea…?” Ryan suggested, leaning back to gaze down at the shorter girl, fixing her beanie as their embrace had displaced the beloved accessory.

“Y-Yeah…yeah, that sounds…good.” To Ryan, the short ginger seemed to have taken after both himself and their dear friend Dylan, his awkward and dorky self only ever shown to those two, as they had been the closest back then. The girl had once been very out there, like Emma, and very sassy, like Kaitlyn, but after that August, she’d receded into a shell of who she once was, instead taking on the quiet mysterious persona Ryan expressed and the shy, awkward nature Dylan possessed. It wasn’t unwelcome, at all, but Ryan found himself missing the taller brunette whenever Madison settled into that awkward air.

“Let’s get started, then.” Ryan stood, holding a hand out to Madison with a reassuring and calm smile on his lips. “Hey, it’ll be okay. If either of us get uncomfortable, we can leave, no hard feelings. Yeah?” Madison nodded, green eyes sparkling warmly and gratefully.

“Good. Now let’s pack.”

Maybe change was good. Maybe they really were going to be okay. Maybe…maybe this was their chance at happiness, recovery. Ryan and Madison had each other, and soon they’d have their friends, again. Maybe now, they had a chance to grasp on to that little string of hope.

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Chapter 2

#the quarry #trauma #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #jacob custos #max brinly #nick furcillo #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #werewolf #angst #fluff #male x male #male x female #polyamory #smut #hacketts quarry #oc #self insert #ptsd themes #dark themes #implied depression #mxm #mxf #my stuff #apocalypticnova #series #fanfiction

[romanogerslover]

I just realized it's August 23rd 2022, which means it's the one year anniversary of the infamous night at Hacketts Quarry, where all our favourite counselors got, well.... traumatised. I am wondering, what would they do on that day? I could imagine them like specifically meeting up because this day brings up painful memories for all of them and the other counselors naturally understand them the best. It's a path of healing. Together.

A dumb thought but maybe some of them would return to Hacketts Quarry to fully process what happened ( in broad daylight of course) and get closure? Not sure if everyone would do it though. Maybe this is just me projecting but I'm the kind of person who has a hard time letting go and I'd return for one final time since I would want and need that closure ( also in broad daylight ). There's this movie called "Room" where the mother and her son return to said room, their place of torment and violence for the last time to say goodbye and also kind of enabling them to leave this chapter of their lives behind so they can focus on the future. Which doesn't mean that the Hacketteers would do it. Some of them would avoid certain places. Abi and Nick wouldn't set foot in the pool house. Maybe the same goes for Dylan and Ryan with the radio hut? For some reason I could imagine Emma revisiting the tree house if someone accompanied her. She'd take a few pictures and videos where she pretends talking to her followers since she's not allowed to post it, because you know - crime scene - and later Emma would break down in front of Abi, who would silently comfort her. Kaitlyns probably the first one who's sceptical but agrees to go there. And she's also responsible for bringing along a very reluctant Jacob. Also Kaitlyn makes sure they have more than enough oil and maybe a spare rotor arm. Just in case. Authorities would probably accompany them to the camp. Anyway, this is just an alternate scenario that I made up because I found the concept interesting.

What I imagine actually happens is them just meeting up at the house of one of the counselors, sitting in a dim lighted room with some cozy lights, a playlist made by Dylan playing in the background, drinking light booze and maybe ice tea ( I just feel this vibe ) and calmly talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes there would be a complete silence, not an awkward one, it's just them acknowledging each others presence and knowing they all feel the same way. They're content because they know they're not alone. Later they all fall asleep one after another.

Well, I just wanted to write 2 sentences and somehow this has turned into a TED talk. Feel free to add if you want.

#the quarry #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #jacob custos #laura kearney #max brinly #nick furcillo #ryan erzahler #supermassive games #2k games #I also think some counselors have problems facing each other after that night #I'm specifically talking about Abi and Nick #Emma would hover over Abi like a mother hen #I've read that somewhere I think #blygbank #also Ryan and Jacob #I would format this better if I had any idea how that worked #and now thanks for coming to my TED talk

[goat-guy-tm]

Kinda long post, just warning ya now.

I’ve come to realize I think about Dylan a lot. And specifically about Dylan being autistic/adhd in some sort of way.

He’s in charge of PA announcements and scheduling right? So he probably spends a lot of time in the radio hut. That’s his like #1 safe space on the Quarry grounds. Just an emotionally tough day? Sit in the radio hut. A kid grabbed his leg on a “touch bad” day? Sit in the radio hut. Just over all overstimulated? You guessed it! RADIO HUT TIME! Dylan loves the place. Only him and Mr H go in there on a regular basis and Mr H obviously is the only person at camp who’s aware of his nuerotype since it’s listed in medical records, so whenever he accidentally walked in on Dylan having a breakdown he would sit with him and just exist as a body there in the vacinity until Dylan was okay with talking about how he was feeling. And then if he wanted to he could get a big camp dad hug.

Dylan just spends a lot of time in there anyways since it’s quiet enough to do scheduling and it helps him in the morning to talk about it over the PA so he doesn’t lose it.

Since he’s been a camp counselor for a while at the quarry, and the only one who knew anything about radio and radio waves prior to counseling, he’s the go to guy each year for PA radio. There was a bit of a scuffle one year cause some new counselor though it was unfair he did it multiple years in a row, but also if Hackett had made him do literally any other job there Dylan would have just had a breakdown and walked home himself. He’s too used to the radio hut at this point. It’s like his baby in a way.

Also random additional hc but Dylan’s 100% sleeps on top bunks only. And every year it’s been the bunk above Jacob solely because they both wake up hellishly early for no reason and he’d prefer Jacob not walk across the whole councilors cabin to literally physically pull Dylan out of his bunk.

Also also, Jacob and Dylan have definitely had a conversation where Dylan came out to him as gay and Jacob being the dumbass he is said “bro, I got no problem with you being gay! I mean, as long as you have no problem with me being a jock.” And Dylan still to this day has no clue what that had to do with the conversation but it happened and it is burned into his memory.

#the quarry #quarry game #dylan the quarry #the quarry dylan #dylan lenivy #chris hackett #the quarry jacob #jacob the quarry #I like to think Dylan and Jacob are secretly besties

[five-rat-lore]

Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp Tag!

I’ve been tagged by a few people in this and wanted to give it a go :3

original tag list by @lowonmelatonin

Favourite counsellor and least favourite counsellor. Why?:

My favourite has to be Dylan. I read ATLITW a few weeks before I played the quarry and that already set me off struggling with my gender (again), but the moment I set eyes on Dylan something snapped in me. He’s my gender euphoria <3 I wrote A Guy Like Me literally as soon as we finished the game.

First time I played I liked Laura the least (ironic because she’s my husband’s favourite), but I have a new appreciation for her after replaying. I think maybe Abi is my least favourite, but only because I wish she’d had more to do! Same with Nick tbh.

Favourite chapter and least favourite chapter. Why?:

Chapter 5 is my favourite, hands down! I love the scrapyard, but the radio hut is just superior imo

Me and Chapter 8 have personal beef because when me and my husband picked our characters at the start of the game, I chose Dylan, Abi, Nick and Emma, and he picked Ryan, Laura, Jacob and Kaitlyn. Which means I didn’t get to play for the whole of chapter 8!!!

Favourite ship (you can pick a maximum of 3)?:

Dylan/Ryan (also Dylan/Ryan/Kaitlyn)

Biggest counsellor crush:

Dylan. At first I joked that I didn’t know if I wanted to be him or be with him, turns out it’s both lol

How would you survive The Quarry?:

my toxic trait is thinking I would survive the quarry. I’m scrappy and I’ve been waiting my whole life to go horror movie feral.

Favourite The Quarry fanfic writer and fanartist:

My all time fave is @drylan his work is *chef’s kiss* and then I also love @dylan-lenivy-appreciation-day works too, Better Left Unspoken has me in a vice grip. and I can’t talk about my fave fics without mentioning @cloudycaffeinatedcryptid obviously :)

I need to follow more fanartists, I’m like really bad at using tumblr so I pretty much just live in the radioheads tag. But I do love @divomria art, it’s so good!

Also @needsmorewlw for their fandom content, their headcanons and fandom content are up there with the best fanart and fanfics for me

Shoutout some friends you have made being involved in the fandom!

Okay so heres the thing, I have this constant crushing fear that everyone finds me annoying and does not want to be friends with me. I desperately want fandom friends but I’m such a coward. And I also feel that everyone else is already friends and I’m just... here. I think I make content as a way of reaching out but I never know where to go from there.

but my special shout outs go to @mothamcity @stressedanime and @me-ladie (as well as everyone I’ve already tagged)! Maybe this is me finally taking that next step to actually become friends with people in the fandom.

#unless you don't want to be friends in which case please ignore this #oh god im embarrassing myself again #hello anxiety you cruel cruel bitch #alexa play why am i like this by orla gartland #Im also terrified of not being able to give enough time to new friendships life just gets in the way #I’m 25 I’ve got a full time job and I’m trying for a baby! #what if I put myself out there and I can’t give enough you know

[116t98]

Day Three | Favorite Tarot Card

Okay, since I couldn’t figure out how to sketch @hacketts-quarry-summer-camp’s Day 3 prompt without simply recreating the card, I figured the best way to go about this one was to just write out my thoughts

So, without further ado, let’s analyze my favorite tarot card out of the bunch…

✨The Magician✨

“The Magician! The incredible, the unbelievable, The mystical, sensational! ... Perceptive manipulation - the work of a magician. Now you see it. Now you don't. Blink and you miss it. And you wouldn't want to miss it.”

The first thing you notice is that Ryan is the main subject, which might be a reference to one of two things:

There’s a line from the card’s description that says “Now you see it. Now you don't”; Ryan is the one who makes Dylan’s hand “disappear”, just as a magician would make their assistant “disappear” in their acts

If you choose the “Dismissive” option as Ryan in the radio hut, Dylan will tell him not to underestimate technology, referring to it as “magic”. This prompts Ryan to say “Oh, so you would be the magician?” In this case, Dylan is the one being referred to as the magician, but Ryan is the one to actually say the words (I admit, this one may be a stretch, but I assume they must’ve included that line of dialogue on purpose to go with its tarot card)

I was curious how similar the design of Eliza’s card is to its IRL counterpart (not all tarot cards are designed to look the same), so I want to go over those similarities and other details to see what they could mean/be referencing. For reference, I’ll be comparing Eliza’s card with Le Bateleur*, from the Tarot of Marseille, c. 17th and 18th centuries:

Ryan is wearing an outfit that’s nearly identical to Le Bateleur’s outfit, aside from some minor differences (i.e. the sleeves and the stripe down the front of Ryan’s tunic are blue instead of yellow, Ryan has balls on the top of his booties while Le Bateleur doesn’t, etc.)

Ravens often symbolizes wisdom, prophecy, insight, and/or death; these cards foretell events that either warn us of upcoming danger that can kill the counselors, or ways we can help the counselors achieve a certain goal

Most of the clutter on Le Bateleur’s table isn’t on Ryan’s table; instead, it’s replaced by that long saw, which is a clear reference to the chainsaw that he can use to cut off Dylan’s hand

The brim of their hats is reminiscent of the infinity logo ♾ (I’m not sure if that detail was intentional or not)

There’s one more thing I wanted to look into, and that’s the meaning of the real life “The Magician” tarot card:

“When the Magician appears in a spread, it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something” (via Google)

Since I’m applying this to the context of The Quarry, I believe that the first line I highlighted (“it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed”) could refer to how Ryan is capable of using the chainsaw or the shotgun, aka the “resources” at Ryan has at his disposal, to amputate Dylan’s hand

The second highlighted line (“…especially when there is a need to transform something”) could refer to the necessity of the amputation; Dylan losing his hand is a morbid kind of “transformation”, but if you want to prevent Dylan from turning into a werewolf for the rest of the game, it needs to happen

#I love needlessly reading into things like this #it’s fun to think about/find symbolism and hidden meanings #(even if I’m completely wrong) #hqsc best summer ever #the quarry #ryan erzahler #jesus mary and jazz hands #mine