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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (6/6)

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Ryan blinked, still taking everything. “Is… everyone else… alive?”

“I don’t know… How are you feeling?” I suddenly asked, pressing my hand to his forehead.

He almost flinched, as though afraid of himself. However, he felt fine, much to my glee. He still had a firm frown on his face, dark, chocolate orbs swarming with discontent. He leaned into my hand though, and feeling less on edge, brought it down to his cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

We stared at each other for a while, taking comfort in both of us being alive. I heard distant gunshots, but that didn’t matter right now. Hell, as long as Ryan was safe, all the death and destruction was worth it to me. I withdrew my hand, eyes scanning his chest as the embarrassing realization dawned on me once more.

“So… about those showers…”

About a half an hour later, I was wrapped up in several towels and Ryan had done the same. We were sitting next to each other on the shower room bench, completely traumatized from the things I had experienced and he hadn’t. It was quiet, and silence had fallen over the entire camp. I couldn’t help but wonder if we should go back to the lodge, despite our questionable appearances.

We were both leaning, our upper bodies perched on our elbows. I was worried the towel could fallout any moment. I wondered if Dylan or Nick or Abby or… Kaitlyn had the car keys. Regardless, though, when Ryan’s hand shyly drifted onto my lap, I placed mine on top of his.

It was on my exposed knee. He wasn’t burning up like before, and yet, his skin was still warm and comforting. I missed when his fingers were long, spindly, and dry. It was nice to for things to have a semblance of normality. If you forgot about everything that happened and instead thought about the moment —

No, you’d think we fucked in the shower stalls. That’s still not normal. Never mind.

I laughed to myself quietly, which made Ryan glance at me questioningly. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about… how we really look like Jacob and Emma right now. The amount of times I walked in on them both finishing up a shower ‘at the same time’ can’t be counted on two hands.”

Ryan chuckled, a smile lighting up his face. There was a certain dark glow to his cheeks as he got lost in thought, squeezing my hand even tighter. I scooted closer and leaned my head on his shoulder. He welcomed it eagerly, leaning his head against mine. It was a cold night, but just his presence enough warmed me.

“It’s almost, uh, funny,” I mused,” that at the start of the night, all I had to worry about was me pissing you off.”

I heard his lips pop, which made me grin. He hummed, nodding sarcastically. “That, uh… must’ve been the, um, werewolf talking.”

I giggled, slapping his bare chest playfully. “I’m sure it was. That explains why you kissed me, and why people have always teased you, and…”

“I… I’m sorry. About the way I acted. I remember I was in the lodge in a bed. I don’t remember much, but… I know I said some, uh, fucked up things.”

“Again, Ryan, it was just the infection —“

“But what if it wasn’t?” he begrudgingly admitted.

“I… I mean, I was still pissed about truth or dare, and you didn’t even tell me you liked me back, a - and… I just hope Dylan’s, uh, still kicking. He deserves an apology… I shouldn’t have been so jealous. I was just… angry, and sick, and scared, and… I, uh, didn’t mean…”

“That’s not important anymore, Ry,” I comforted, lifting my head to nuzzle my nose against his neck. I leaned in further, placed a long-held kiss on his cheek before pulling away. “I’m just glad to have you back.”

He squeezed my hand and gulped. He furrowed his brows, and his eyes became watery. I sighed quietly and pulled. My hand out of his. He naturally chased it, but instead, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and sat up just enough so I could pull him into me. He leaned into it eagerly, and I wrapped my other hand around the front. I held him there, quietly shushing and whispering soft words to him as I pet his frizzy, curly hair.

His shoulders trembled with silent sobs, and he immediately went to pull me closer, an arm wrapping around my torso. We held each other close. His tears dripped onto my exposed shoulders. Despite everything that happened, I was happy. I felt tender. If only to have Ryan safe and alive, I would do anything. And here he was, my best friend, safe and alive.

We stayed like that for a while. At some point, I might have gotten a small nap. I was so spaced out it was hard to tell. But, eventually, when Ryan was calm and dazed, having buried his head in the crook of my neck, I knew e’d have to rejoin the group or at least try to get some clothes. I was cold. And I had no doubt Ryan was, too.

“Ryan?” I whispered quietly, patting his shoulder.

He groaned, breath fanning over my shoulder. He barely moved, his hands grasping my towel-covered torso tighter.

“We… need to regroup. We have to get into the van or something… You’ll catch a cold at this rate, Ry.”

He sighed and finally sat up. A frown stretched across his lips. “But… what if it isn’t safe?”

“We haven’t heard gunshots in… hours, I think. There’s been no disturbances or anything. At the bare minimum, we should make sure our friends are alive.”

“Yeah. That sounds, uh, cool.”

As I stood, I clutched the towel. I went to wrap another one as a skirt for extra protection. My shoes were already fucked, so I didn’t care about them. Ryan just waited for me, lingering by the shower room doorway. I finally walked over to him, shivers rolling down my spine. The moment we stepped outside, it was an immediate and abrupt change in temperature. It was far colder than it had been earlier.

However, Ryan grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I was grateful for the affection as we walked along the grass. Sometime there were sharp rocks, but the path was generally clear. The full moon was still high in the sky. The campground was silent, though, and that is what mattered.

The moon was starting to set. The sky wasn’t as pitch black as before. We arrived at the lodge. It was dark and silent inside. We walked up the stairs hand in hand and walked up to the open door.

A quiet gasp of joy escaped when I saw that, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, was our friends. The three hopped to their feet. Nick went for the gun right away, cocking and pointing. Dylan shouted right away, and everything peaceful about the scene turned to fright.

Ryan pushed me behind him, scowling deeply. “The fuck, dude?”

“Hey, Nick, put the gun down —“

Abby was quivering behind Nick as he died it at Ryan. “How do we know you’re really Ryan? I - I mean, you were freaking out and - and… why are you both naked?”

I gulped, not letting Ryan bite back. He was clearly frightened and on edge and offended. I raised my arms in surrender. “Nick. I… met up with Laura Kearney. She’s been held captive by the Hacketts, who are the real werewolves.” I realized I’d left that part of the story out for Ryan’s sake, and he looked hurt. “When she killed Chris or the werewolf that bit him, h - he… became normal again.”

“And, uh, to quote Y/n - my clothes ‘exploded off me’ when I turned. I don’t even remember what happened. I swear.”

Nick lowered the gun, since Dylan forced it down. He was still missing a hand and looked incredibly nervous. “Uh, you’re sure it’s all, like, good now? And seriously, why are you naked, Y/n?”

I tilted my head, glaring at my himbo friend. “You literally have my shirt wrapped around your arm, dude. And I’ve been attacked the whole night. I prefer a nice, fluffy towel to blood-soaked underwear.”

He grinned. “Oh, right.”

Nick cleared his throat, setting the gun down with a clatter. Abby was still taken aback by the turn of events. “…H - how do we know that you don’t remember anything? You’re close with the Hacketts. W - who’s to say you’re not in on it?”

Ryan frowned, throwing a steady glare her way. “You think I wanted to kill people? To… turn into whatever the fuck I did? Chris never told me anything okay —?”

“How do we know?” Nick backed up, wrapping an arm around the petite girl. “I mean, who’s to say you weren’t conscious? You were quick to tear poor Kaitlyn and that stranger to shoes, but somehow, Y/n’s alive, even though you’ve been chasing her the past two hours!”

“What the hell are you getting at, Nick?” I retorted as Ryan protectively pulled me to his side. They were spewing absolute blasphemy. Ryan was as clueless about the situation as the rest of us. Shouldn’t they be glad that he’s alive to begin with? I eagerly wrapped my arms around his bare torso.

“I’m saying he’s in on it. Abby’s right,” Nick insisted, grabbing the gun again. “Don’t pretend you don’t know how he feels about you, Y/n —“

“Enough, enough!” Dylan shouted. “God, can we stop acting like children He’s obviously fine now. Just be happy he’s normal and that Y/n’s alive. It’s obvious that when he was a fucking werewolf, he wasn’t himself. We shouldn’t, like, be turning on each other. Ryan’s a good guy.”

“Fuck this,” Ryan grumbled. “I just wanted to, uh, get the van open so we could, you know, put on clothes, but apparently that’s too much to ask for —“

“You want the van keys? Here, take them,” Nick aggressively agreed, fishing through his pockets and tossing the keys our way.

“Guys, guys, can we just relax —“

“How can you be all relaxed? He’s literally tried to kill you! Before he even turned, mind you —!”

“He was in the middle of turning, dumbass!” I shouted, snatching up the car keys. “You know what, fuck this. We’re out.”

Ryan had no objections. Dylan was still scolding our friends for being so paranoid. I understood. Nothing made sense. But I knew dan well it wasn’t Ryan that killed Kaitlyn. That wanted to kill Dylan or anyone else. And I wanted to chill out. Dylan was right; this was no time to be turning on each other.

Ryan was still cussing anxiously under his breath. He didn’t have to say anything for me to know he was worried about Nick or Abby following after us with a gun. They wouldn’t, but that kind’t mean he wasn’t scared shitless. We opened up the bag and dug through Emma’s dozens of backpacks and suitcases. We finally found ours, somehow buried at the bottom.

I had to readjust the towel may times because they didn’t really work as sustainable clothes. I pulled out some underwear and clothes. Ryan had already disappeared into the wilderness. Apparently we both only had one pair of shoes and they were gone, so socks had to do for the meantime.

We finally emerged. The moon had almost disappeared from view and the sky was a lighter color. Ryan was calmer, at least, and if he was calm, I was too. It may have been a traumatizing night that I’d already repressed, but we’d both emerged victorious and unscathed.

“So… what now?”

I opened and then closed my mouth. I repeated the process as Ryan’s eyes bore into me expectantly. I had no idea what happened to his phone, but…

I reached into the back seat of the van. It fell out of my pocket yesterday afternoon. Lucky me, because otherwise it would’ve been demolished or lost or both. I pulled it out and waved it. I wasn’t quite as obsessed with Bizarre Yet Bonafide, but I had a few of his favorite recordings just in case his phone died.

I never thought it’d come in handy, and yet here we were.

“What? I, uh, didn’t realize you were as much as a nerd as I was,” Ryan chuckled, standing beside me eagerly.

“I’m not, but you sure as hell are!” I chirped eagerly. “I don’t have any earbuds, but… I’m pretty sure we don’t need them anyways.”

Ryan nodded, swinging an arm around my shoulder. We walked toward the lodge, but instead of entering, we sat at one of the base steps. The sun was rising. We were safe now. Shelter wasn’t necessary.

I leaned on hi shoulder as the podcast started. It was the episode of the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry. I would’ve skipped to where we left off, but I knew it’d be a long morning. Besides, Ryan already knew it like the back of his hand. I could tell from his humored chuckles.

He held me close against him, placing his head on top of mine. The recording echoed across the open space. It was… almost peaceful to watch the sunrise while knowing we’d escaped almost imminent death. We were both smiling, and I knew that his heart was pounding just as fast as mine.

Things would be okay.

Sometimes, I heard talking from inside the lodge, but it was muffled and angry and depressed and everything bad. But we were alive and that was enough for us. It truly did take a life-or-death situation to make me realize how special my friendship - and potentially more - with Ryan truly meant.

“Hey, Ryan?” I spoke up, even though my eyes were slowly fluttering shut.

He grunted in acknowledgement, just as exhausted.

“I love you. No matter what happens today… Just remember that.”

“I love you too. But, uh, you already know that…”

I laughed, feeling him tense up in embarrassment.I reached over and grabbed his hand, intertwining our finger. I gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Good.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #the quarry game #the quarry #yandere the quarry #ryan x reader #ryan ezrahler #ryan erzahler #yandere ryan #ryan erzahler x reader #ryan erzahler imagine #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #jacob custos #laura kearney #max brinly #emma mountebank

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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💕Welcome to my filthy brain 💕

•I must let it be known that my work and page are 18+.

♡ Haley! | lvl 24 |a horny she/they | ♡

I went on hiatus bc I had a lot going on. But a year later and I’m back to this hellsite.

Genres: fluff, angst, smut. I also enjoy writing dark themes 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

My Conditions

I will write whatever as long as that person/character is not a minor.

I, under no circumstances, will write for watersports, scat, vomit, snuff, necrophilia, wound fucking, extreme gore, specified mental illnesses, suicide, pedophilia, and underage.

Absolutely not accepting any racism, homophobia, transphobia, fat phobia, any of the phobias. I have time, you wanna be big and bad, get off of anon.

ANYWHO

Obviously, I’m gonna have SFW stuff on here, but this blog is literally to dump my thoughts. My inbox is closed, for now. But only for a little while.

Tags will be placed, but I am only human so if I miss any, please let me know!

I am black and plus size so expect to see a lot of that round these parts. However! everyone is welcome to submit, read, and ask anything they would like.

Fandoms I write for

Lowkey a masterlist

They Cloned Tyrone (Current Hyperfixation)

Fontaine

Tyrone

The Quarry (video game) I no longer write for this. I’m sorry.

The boys and their kinks

The boys and their aftercare

Nick furcillo

Anything you can do, I can do better

Mean Nick Request

Breeding Kink

Ryan erzahler

Lost Time

Breeding Kink

Jealousy blurb

Heavenly

Dylan lenivy

Breeding Kink

Jacob custos

Breeding Kink

The Girls And Their Kinks

Abigail blyg

•Apologies

Dark Red

Emma mountebank

Kaitlyn ka

Laura kearney

Devilman Crybaby

The Witcher (Netflix series)

Feral Geralt

Dating Geralt would include

The Voyeurs

will add more later

Celebrities (and their characters)

Henry Cavill

Chris Evans

Justice Smith

Ben Barnes

Adam Driver

Jon Bernthal

Cherry pie HC

Cherry pie oneshot

😙💨🍃 w/ Dbf!Frank

Oscar Isaac

Random Characters

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Luke Nightingale

Coming soon: The Devil’s in the Details

Random thought dump

will be updated

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #the quarry #smut #dark theme #devilman #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #imagines #jacob custos #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #abigail blyg #about me #pinned #yandere #they cloned tyrone #fontaine #john boyega

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venusonthemo0n · 1 year

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ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ THE QUARRY !

ryan erzahler

laura kearney

dylan lenivy

nick furcillo

kaitlyn ka

emma mountebank

jacob custos

travis hackett

all the quarry content

#f/o #f/o imagines #yandere f/o #the quarry #ryan erzahler #laura kearney #dylan leviny #nick furcillo #kaitlyn ka #emma mountebank #jacob custos #travis hackett

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silkfyre · 11 months

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W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters.

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Detroit: Become Human

Chloe

Connor

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Ralph

Rk600 (Sixty)

Rk900 (Nines)

Simon

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacLean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles "Spider" Socorro

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

König

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

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elliebean714 · 2 years

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☆What I write☆~

I write character x character, character x oc and character x reader.

♡Romantic♡, ◇Platonic◇, whatever.

Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Yandere, Poly Relationships, Character Reactions, Character Diary Entries, Light Nsfw, My Oc's, Female, Gender Neutral And Male Readers/Characters/Oc's

♡Gay♡ and ☆Not Gay☆

Headcanons, fics, one-shots, maybe Au's....

Fandoms I write for. (It's all games. I'm not sorry.)

Until Dawn~

Josh Washington

Chris Hartley

Ashley Brown

Sam Giddings

Mike Munroe

Jess Riley

Emily Davis

Matt Taylor

Beth Washington

Hannah Washington

The Quarry~

Jacob Custos

Emma Mountebank

Nick Furcillo

Abigail Blyg

Max Brinly

Laura Kearney

Kaitlyn Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Ryan Erzhalher

Travis Hackett

Chris Hackett

Bobby Hackett

Life is Strange~

Season 1~

Max Caulfield

Chloe Price

Warren Graham

Nathan Prescott

Victoria Chase

Kate Marsh

Mark Jefferson

Before The Storm~

Chloe Price

Rachel Amber

Steph Gingrich

Nathan Prescott

Samantha Myers

Season 2~

Sean Diaz

Daniel Diaz

Cassidy

Finn

True colours~

Alex Chen

Steph Gingrich

Ryan Lucan

Gabe Chen

Charlotte Harmon

Jason Pike

Five Nights at Freddy's~

FNaF 1 ~

Bonnie

Freddy

Chica

Foxy

Golden Freddy

FNaF 2~

Toy Bonnie

Toy Freddy

Toy Chica

Marionette

Mangle

Withered Bonnie

Withered Freddy

Withered Chica

Withered Foxy

FNaF 3~

Springtrap

FNaF Sister Location~

Circus Baby

Ballora

Funtime Freddy/Bon Bon

Funtime Foxy

Ennerd

Lolbit

FNaF Pizzeria Simulator~

Lefty

FNaF Security Breach~

Gregory

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Sundrop

Moondrop

Vanny

Vannessa

Misc.~

William Afton

Michael Afton

Henry Emily

Note~ Unless specifically requested otherwise all animatronics will not have the children's souls inside them, if you want the soul inside the animatronic it will automatically be platonic (Springtrap is the exception)♡

Bioshock~

Bioshock 1~

Jack Wynand

Atlas

Frank Fontaine

Bridget Tenenbaum

The Little Sisters

The Big Daddies

Bioshock 2~

Subject Delta

Augustus Sinclair

Eleanor Lamb

Sophia Lamb

Grace Holloway

Stanley Poole

Gil Alexander

Mark Meltzer

The Big Sisters

Bioshock Infinite~

Elizabeth Comstalk

Booker DeWitt

Songbird

The Walking Dead: Telltale~

Season 1~

Lee Everett

Clementine

Kenny

Lily

Carley

Doug

Mark

Ben Paul

Christa

Omid

Season 2~

Clementine

Luke

Nick

Sarah

Kenny

Season 3~

Javi Garcia

Kate Garcia

Gabe Garcia

Clementine

Tripp

Jesus

Season 4~

Clementine

Violet

Louis

Mitch

Tenn

James

Lily

Minerva

Detroit: Become Human~

Connor

Hank

Kara

Alice

Luther

Ralph

Marcus

North

Simon

Josh

The Last Of Us~

Part 1~

Ellie

Joel

Tommy

Henry

Sam

Marlene

Riley

Part 2~

Ellie

Joel

Dina

Jesse

Tommy

Abby

Owen

Lev

Yara

Uncharted~

Drake's Fortune~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Among Thieves~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Harry Flynn

Drake's Deception~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Talbot

A Thieves End~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Sam Drake

Rafe Adler

Nadine Ross

Death Stranding~

Sam Porter Bridges

Higgs Monaghan

Fragile

Amelie Strand

Dr Heartman

Mama

Lockne

Deadman

Die-Hardman

Clifford Unger

Doki Doki Literature Club~

Monika

Sayori

Yuri

Natsuki

Obey Me!~

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Luke

Simeon

Solomon

Thirteen

☆Overall Note☆~ All Under 18 Characters Will Be Platonic, Unless Shipped With A Character/Oc Of The Same Age.♡

♡Protect the Children♡

◇What I won't write◇~

Heavy Nsfw

Non-Con/ Dub-Con

Pedophilia

Insest

Self Harm

Suicide

Big Age-Gap Relationships

Other people's oc's

Cheating (Except Comfort)

Send Requests, I'm Depressed💐

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yanpotatowriter · 2 years

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What should I write first? Yandere Ryan headcanons or Yandere Emma headcanons?

#yandere the quarry #the quarry #the quarry ryan #ryan erzahler #the quarry emma #emma mountebank #yandere ryan erzahler #yandere ryan #yandere emma mountebank #yandere emma #yandere headcanons

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pumpkin-doggos · 2 years

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I want to try roleplaying my Emma Silas AU but I’m not sure if anyone is even interested or not. I have two accounts (roleplay.me and roleplayer.me) but would anyone be interested in here? I really want an Abi to flesh this out since I also have a feeling that Silas!Emma would also be an yandere

#the quarry #emma mountebank #yandere emma mountebank #abigail blyg

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨…

° 𐐪𐑂 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𐐪𐑂 °

♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 — 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲

˚ ✩ 📓 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🥬

ﾟ ‧ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . 🫧 .

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐤𝐚’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐠’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐬’ 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

𖥔 ࣪ㅤ۪ ── 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬

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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (2/6)

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Ryan and I watched from the sidelines as everyone else conversed. Nick and Jacob were fighting over 'Peanut Butter Butterpops', a brand that rang a bell. Emma had brought a gun back with her for bear-protection, so the pair decided on a good ol’ shoot-out to decide the owners. I was still groggy, so I leaned against Ryan’s shoulder again. He didn’t have any complaints, since he was scrolling on his phone aimlessly.

Generic pop music began emitting from Dylan’s phone. Nick and Abby finished setting up the campfire. And, lo and behold, the other three returned. Except Kaitlyn won the bag somehow. Go her. Both boys were incredibly dejected.

The sun had set, and the full moon was high in the sky, illuminating us more than the fire itself. I finally at up properly when Dylan suddenly clapped his hands together. Everyone had beers except me, so I just occasionally stole Ryan’s. All of the conversations dispersed and we focused on the man.

“Okay! New idea. Party game!” Some groans echoed, nobody seconding the idea at first. “Come on, people, we might never see each other again after tonight! Let’s make some memories!”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Kaitlyn inquired.

“How about the ultimate game of secrets and lies,” Dylan pitched. “Truth or Dare, but Dylan style. Okay, so house rules are, someone asks you a truth or dare. Then you choose, and then you pick the next person. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts.”

“So, like, normal truth or dare?” I quipped, causing some of my friends to snicker.

Dylan’s face flushed. “Uh, yes.”

“So,” I could tell from Kaitlyn’s expression she had something devious up her sleeve, "we can, like, make people kiss.”

“If they choose dare, yeah. If everyone’s down for that, obviously.”

“Cool beans!”

“I mean, keep it in your pants until it’s your turn, but…”

“So, who’s going first?”

Dylan glanced around the fire place. “Hm. How about you, Kaitlyn, since you’re so eager to make everyone smooch?”

Kaitlyn shrugged. “Sure, I’m down. Truth.”

“Bo-o-oring,” Jacob complained, but Dylan hushed him.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Dylan scanned her face, and the woman waited patiently with a coy smirk. “…Alright. Kaitlyn. Which of the councilors do you want to have sex with?”

The woman’s smile dropped, and everyone around the fire place cackled. Kaitlyn huffed. “You know that’ an unfair question, right? Everyone’s all coupled up.”

“Actually,” Dylan retorted, "none of us are. That includes you, Jake. Sorry to break it to you, bud.”

Kaitlyn sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Geez… So, I’ll give you all my reasoning behind the choice. Nick and Abby might as well be married by now. Jake’s too obsessed with Emma and Emma’s too obsessed with herself. Ryan and Y/n obviously have a thing going. Maybe friends with benefits, I don’t know. So that leaves you, Dylan. I’d have to choose you.”

Ryan was tense, like always. I nudged him playfully. I was the only one, other than Dylan, who was satisfied with the answer. Actually, Dylan wasn’t even satisfied.

“It’s not about what the right answer is. It’s about what your answer is. Come on, give us something juicier than that.”

“Yeah, Kaitlyn. You don’t have to be shy. The ladies love me,” Jacob jokingly bragged.

Kaitlyn shook her head. “Fine. You want a real answer? Y/n, probably. Ryan’s the lovesick puppy out of the two. And, uh, you’re super nice.”

“I’m not a lovesick puppy —"

“I’m flattered, Kaitlyn!” I grinned, cupping my cheeks. “I never knew you swung that way.”

Kaitlyn scoffed. “Okay, okay, moving on. Ryan. Truth or dare.”

Ryan seemed a bit peeved at the ‘insults’ thrown his way, and he shrugged. I placed my hands on the log and watched him expectantly. He sent a glance my way, having made his decision. “Uh, dare. Let me have it.”

Kaitlyn clasped her hands together in excitement. I noticed that everyone else, minus Nick and and Abby, had mischievous expressions. “Per-r-rfect. Just what I was hoping for. Ryan, I dare you to choose who to kiss out of Y/n and…” Her eyes flitted around the circle. She knew damn well it didn’t matter who else chose. “Emma.”

Ryan paused momentarily, and his complexion darkened. He still appeared as stoic, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he harbored a secret crush for Emma from the way he seized up. I stared at him expectantly.

“Um, uh…”

“Tick tock, Ryan. We don’t have all day,” Jacob said in a sing-song tone.

Ryan sighed. “Yeah, uh, Y/n. If that’s okay.”

I was still turned to him, but I’m pretty sure my brain short-circuited. Ryan turned to me, intensity swirling inches dark orbs. Everyone was staring intently and my heart was thumping loudly in my chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His hand came up to my cheek, stroking gently. I craned my neck up toward him, gulping just as much.

His gaze flitted to my lips one last time before he close to distance. I could tell how nervous he was as his lips pressed against mine. Our noses brushed against one another, and I expected it to be a short and simple one, but he didn’t pull away.

I was only vaguely aware of our surroundings. Dylan and Kaitlyn were having a field day, their cheers overpowering the music. I was about to pull away, but the moment our lips parted, he came back for more. Instinctually, I reciprocated, still shocked by his decision. I was in a total daze when I realized Ryan pulled away, the warmth of his hands and lips leaving me.

My mouth went dry and I stared at him, completely abashed. I was sure my entire face was darkened with a blush, and Ryan didn’t seem as embarrassed or uncomfortable as I thought he’d be. The intensity in his eyes… maybe I was overthinking and assuming, but it was almost like he wanted to kiss me, and not just because of a dare.

“Damn, Ryan, that was hot!” Jacob hollered. “So, who next?”

Ryan gulped, and I scooted away, but only an inch. His eyes flitted back to me, and there was something accusatory behind it. I noticed his hand was also residing on the log. “Um, Abby. Truth or Dare.”

Abby, jumping, became incredibly nervous. Her answer was almost instant. “Truth.”

Ryan hummed and nodded. “Well… since there’s clearly a theme… uh, have you, like, had sex?”

Abby seized up, flushing. Kaitlyn was quick to hop to her defense about how intrusive it was, but Dylan and Jacob both agreed it was a fine question to ask. However, Ryan quickly reworded the question to ‘had sex at this camp.’ Abby quickly declined that, and I noticed that Abby sent glances to check if Nick approved that. It wouldn’t have mattered if she was a virgin or not, in my opinion.

“Um… ah…”

A minute later, Abby still hadn’t chosen someone. “Oh my god, just pick someone!” Jacob exclaimed irritably.

“Okay, okay! Um… I don’t know,” she conceded, clearly too anxious from the former question.

“Ugh. Too late. Ding ding ding!” Emma interrupted. “My turn! Y/n. Truth or Dare?”

I was caught off guard, officially zoning back into the conversation. I was still so caught off guard from the kiss I shared with Ryan, since I’d never even considered him as more than a friend. He was the same, though, right? If he had a crush on me, it would be obvious. Right?

“U - uh, dare,” I stuttered.

Emma giggled knowingly. “Great! See, Abby? The game isn’t too hard. Y/n, I dare you to kiss either Ryan… or Dylan.”

I was terrified she’d stop at Ryan. Ryan was watching me expectantly, and I sent him a smile. Jacob made a sarcastic comment about how great Emma was at playing matchmaker, but I brushed it off. I gulped again, staring at Ryan. However, all my anxiety washed away as my gaze landed on Dylan. He was grinning like the genius himbo he was.

“Uh, Dylan.”

Ryan’s mouth twitched, but I couldn’t tell if it was a positive or negative reaction. I rose to my feet, and I heard Kaitlyn gasp quietly. I rose to my feet and walked over to the boy. He seemed to not care in the slightest as I leaned down, only momentarily pressing my lips to his.

I separated and went back to my seat. I distanced myself from Ryan, too worried to meet his gaze. Should I have just chosen him? But I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. He’d just chosen to kiss me out of convenience. I was probably mentally blowing this out of proportion way too much.

“I did not see that coming, honestly,” Dylan commented.

Silence fell over the camp counsilors, and I was about to choose, but I realized they were all looking at Ryan intensely. I glanced at him, realizing he had a firm frown planted on his face and his brow were furrowed. My heart was beating disproportionately, and instead of calling attention to the sudden awkwardness, I continued.

“Emma, you haven’t yet. Truth or Dare?”

Emma let out a surprised ‘oh!’, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Well, I don’t see why not dare.”

Jacob was staring at me intently, and I picked up what he was putting down with ease. “Well, I dare you to kiss either Jacob or…” My eyes glazed over the group. “Nick, I guess?”

Nick paled. “Uh-h-h, I don’t know if that’s a good idea —"

Jacob laughed haughtily. “Uh, sorry Nick, this is not even a dare. Obviously, I got this —"

Emma grinned coyly. “I choose Nick.”

Silence fell over the campers. I could tell Abby was fuming. Or about to cry. And Jacob was the same. The atmosphere completely changed, and everyone, minus Dylan and Kaitlyn, were unhappy. Emma sauntered over the Australian man, pulling him up by the collar and kissing him.

We all expected it to be short. However, Emma turned it into a full-blown make-out. Jacob called out for them to stop. However, he suddenly burst.

“Guys. Guys!”

Emma finally pulled away, and Nick didn’t seem pleased. She even planted one extra on him, and that was enough to unleash the dam. Nick couldn’t even meet Abby’s eyes. Emma, as she plopped down on the log, made a snide comment to Abby. Jacob was now pacing around hopelessly.

Abby rose to her feet and stalked off. Emma was somehow surprised. “You like kissing my girlfriend, asshole —?”

“It was just a game —“

“The fuck it was. The fuck it was, man!” Jacob raged, but he turned away. He also left. My jaw dropped, and I reached beside me for the sake of receiving Ryan’s comfort, but he violently tore himself away. As things unravelled around us, my attention returned to my best friend.

He was glaring at me. I couldn’t recall a single time I’d ever seen him so angry. He stood abruptly, and his pacing was fast. The game had obviously ended, and I couldn’t help but chase after the man. Each person had gone in a completely different direction, and the group was separated. I didn’t care, though, because Ryan was clearly upset about something.

I lost complete sight of him, because Ryan had longer legs and had broken out into a run at some point. My heart bounded in my chest out of fear, because he’d completely strayed from the path. We were in the middle of woods, and I could only rely on the distant crunching of leaves.

The forest finally fell silent, and shivers rolled down my spine. I stopped, trying to hear anything. The crickets were deafening, almost, but then I heard a distant curse and something cracked. I once again took off in that direction, although I made sure to keep quiet.

I finally emerged into a small, woodland clearing. Ryan was in the center, sitting on a broken stump. He was hunched over, away from me. His foot was thumping up and down on the grass while he was muttering furiously and incoherently. In his hand, he had some damp bark. He kept cracking it over and over until portions were but dust.

He dropped the bark altogether, reaching into his pocket. This was when I finally emerged, my shoes squeaking against the tall grass. He peered at me in the darkness, his handsome features illuminated in the moonlight. I’d seen him annoyed. I’d seem him depressed. I’d seen a wide range of negative emotions, but never had I seen him so pissed. I gulped and kept walking toward him, worried he’d storm away if I didn't reach him.

Luckily, he didn’t move. And he didn’t say anything, either. He just watched as I approached, a frown firmly planted on his face. I stopped in front of him, gazing down at him. I pulled at my shirt anxiously.

“Uh, Ryan… what’s wrong?”

He rolled his eyes and stopped looking at me. “What’s wrong, she asks. Isn’t that the question of the fucking day.” I frowned, moving to place my hand on his shoulder. However, he pulled away. “Don’t touch me.”

“I… don’t get it. Were you uncomfortable by the dare? You didn’t have to kiss me. You could’ve kissed Emma —"

“Of course that’s what you think this is about,” he muttered. “God, I’m stupid for thinking you’d understand.”

“Just stop.” He rose to his feet, suddenly towering over me. I didn’t take a step back, though, instead grabbing onto the front of his shirt to keep him from escaping. He grabbed at my hands tightly, but made no attempt to pull himself free. “Stop pretending you like me more than him. You’ve made it loud and clear.”

“Ryan, you’re my best friend,” I soothed desperately. “You can tell me what’s bothering you —"

“Bull shit. You like him, Y/n. You’ve been hanging out with him all, uh, goddamn summer. You have a crush on him and it’s obvious —"

I scoffed, tugging him closer by his shirt. “You mean Dylan? You can’t be serious, Ryan. I just chose to kiss him so I didn’t make you uncomfortable —"

“What are you talking about, Ryan? We work together. Of course we’ve talked before. He’s my friend. Besides, what does it matter? I don’t have a crush on him, but why would you care? Just tell me what’s wrong —"

Ryan grabbed my shoulders, glaring angrily at me. I was caught off guard completely as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine again. Except this time, it wasn’t for a dare. My breath caught in my throat as I stood there, letting him kiss me. My grip on his shirt loosened.

Ryan pulled away, and as frustrated as he still looked, there was something else in his eyes. I blinked at him in confusion, too taken aback to truly digest what had just happened. I opened my mouth, placing my hands on his chest.

“Don’t you get it, Y/n? I like you, dumbass,” Ryan huffed. “But clearly, you, uh, don’t feel the same way.”

“I - I’m sorry, Ryan, I didn’t know —"

“Of course you didn’t.”

Ryan suddenly pulled away, and I was left with no choice to follow him. He seemed to know the way back to the campground. I was still frightened of the woods, so despite the revelation, I attached myself to his arm in hopes of feeling safer.

“Ryan,” I suddenly spoke, and I felt his eyes watch me carefully. “Maybe when we get home, we can just… go on a test dater something. I - I’ve just never thought about you that way before. Not in the rude way, because you’re my best friend and I love you, but —"

Ryan’s sigh interrupted me, and I gulped nervously. “Y/n it’s fine. Maybe I overreacted… Just, uh… think about it. Please?”

I nodded and sent him a sweet smile. He seemed calm and complacent again, his shoulders lowering. He walked closer to me. It was a nice moment since, at least now, I din’t have to worry about romance with Ryan. We were just normal. We were just… walking through the woods… at night… all alone…

Crack.

I wanted to freeze and question what I’d just heard, but Ryan pulled me along. There was something slightly more urgent in his pace. However, I heard more nature noises as we progressed further through the woods. And then, we heard it. A deep, low growl that almost sounded human.

Ryan tensed, and we both froze, peering around the pitch black wilderness. The campfire couldn’t be too far away, and yet, whatever animal was in pursuit was hot on our trail. Ryan grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, taking up a protective stance. His frown returned. No words were exchanged, because we both realized a bear must’ve been close, although I’ve never seen one in person.

Suddenly, a growl sounded from right next to us.

“Run!” Ryan boomed.

He pushed me forward just in the knick of time, because something leapt at us from the trees. A scream bubbled in my throat as I turned and stumbled away, only to see a maroon, fleshy beast tackle Ryan to the ground. My throat burned from how harshly I cried. It was like my like flashed before my eyes as the monster tore a large chunk from Ryan’s shoulder.

The moment the monster was done chomping on my best friend, I dashed up to him. It had hopped away, taking large chunks of his flesh with him. The monster was boney and yet seemed to have the strength of a thousand men. It almost seemed as though it was a human being stripped of all its skin, as its muscles flexed. And yet, its fangs glistened in the moonlight as it stared at me predatorily. Its hand and feet were that of a beast’s; long, sharp, and capable of tearing me to shreds.

I grabbed Ryan’s arm and tried dragging him away. The beast was watching in mock amusement. My blood ran cold and yet adrenaline coursed through my veins. Ryan was heavy, especially when he was unconscious, and yet I tried to pull him in the direction of camp the best I could.

I was suddenly tackled, a large weight forcing me to abandon Ryan. The monster rolled over me, and I realized the only thing I could do was run. Otherwise, we’d both die. I panted furiously, scrambling to my feet. The beast also recovered, jumping at me. I stumbled back, and it went skyrocketing past, giving me the chance to make a run for it.

A gunshot suddenly rang out. I screamed again, and I saw the monster had been shot by a stranger. Probably a hunter, from his attire. I knew I needed to run, though. I had to get back to camp. We had to call an ambulance.

I made a mad dash through the woods. I screamed again, but I still had to steady my breathing. I hopped over a branch. I kept running, tasting a mixture of tears and sweat dribble down my nose. I passed a late boulder.

I tripped suddenly, having forgotten about the small cliff I’d passed on the way here. Dirt coated my entire bodice, and I heard the monster jump down. A scream bubbled in my throat as I rolled just in the knick of time. It came crashing down beside me, letting out an oddly humane yelp. I pushed myself to my feet and kept running. I didn’t have enough time to escape up a tree. I’d just get grabbed.

The monster groaned, and I suddenly stopped. I passed another large rock and I snuck unto it. I pressed my back to it and slid to the ground, as to minimize my size. My heart was thudding in my chest, and I was terrified the beast had the ability to hear it.

The monster had clearly fixed itself right up. I heard it standing on the rock above me, panting and growling furiously. I made the mistake of looking up.

I was so terrified that I had become paralyzed. Peering out over the rock above me, standing on its own two feet, was the monster. It was watching the forest. Waiting for me to reveal myself. Its mouth was wide open as it huffed. It sneezed loudly, spit and blood flying from its fleshy form. It was covered head to toe in sticky blood.

I flinched when a large droplet fell from its cheek, landing directly on my cheek. I almost flinched. My lips were quivering. My eyes were shut. Oh, god, I was going to die, wasn’t I —

The monster suddenly leapt from the rock, bounding into the wilderness at top speed. I finally felt like I could breathe. The only problem was that it had ran in the direction of camp, at least where I thought it was. I had to return to Ryan. That hunter… he surely could protect us.

I shakily rose to my feet. My entire body was covered in dirt and sprayed blood. I climbed over the hill and went back the direction I came in. A sob threatened to release, but instead, I hiccuped quietly. I was so very out of stamina, though. My legs were shaking. I placed my hand against a tree to stabilize myself.

I suddenly heard the loud pounding of footsteps. I was about to scream, but when I peered over my shoulder, Dylan emerged from the darkness.

“Dylan…!” I cried, going for him immediately. The gun was slung over this back, so he easily welcomed a hug with open arms. As he stroked my hair, concern laced in his features, I stuttered further, "Ryan…! He was attacked by some monster! And - and there was a hunter - and…”

“Y/n, Y/n, breathe,” Dylan said. “You’re safe now. But if Ryan’s in danger we have to go find him.”

“Yes, yes! Let’s go!” I agreed eagerly, pulling away. I was a little light-headed and stumbled, but Dylan grabbed my arm.

“Wait, it’s dangerous. You should go back to the camp —"

“No, Dylan, I can’t. I have to make sure Ryan’s okay —"

“Okay, okay! Just stay, uh, alert,” Dylan caved instantly. “Let’s go.”

I urgently tugged on his arm in the direction I came from. It was crazy to me, that not even ten minutes ago, Ryan had confessed. And now was bleeding out because some supernatural… thing had attacked him. He could be dead right now, and could have no idea.

We trotted through the wilderness. We paused simultaneously, though, as up ahead we heard something dragging through the shrubbery. Dylan quietly pulled the gun out, and as we entered the clearing, I gasped.

Dylan held the gun up threateningly. The hunter from before was dragging Ryan’s struggling and conscious body. “Hey! Get the fuck off of him! Yeah, you heard me!” Dylan threatened.

“Stop! Drop him or h - he’ll shoot!” I shrieked.

The hunter looked up. However, he continued dragging Ryan. Who was fighting the hunter, and when his eyes landed on me, that even fueled him further. Tears sprouted in my eyes once more and I cowered behind Dylan, clutching his waist.

Dylan gulped, repositioning the gun. He brought his eye up to the aim, and only then did I realize the hunter was coated head to toe in blood. All I could hope was that it wasn’t Ryan’s.

Ryan pushed at the man, suddenly full of energy, when he realized Dylan wasn’t planning on shooting. I squealed when he suddenly bit the man’s hand. He screamed at the top of his lungs. None of us could’ve predicted that he would shoot off his own finger.

He dropped Ryan entirely and made a run for it. I finally felt safe enough to emerge from Dylan, running and collapsing next to Ryan. He propped himself on one elbow, his sweat glistening in the moonlight. He was panting profusely, terror prevalent in his gaze.

His free arm grabbed me and pulled me closer. I bit my lip as I pulled Ryan to sit up against me, and once I did so, I ran my fingers through his hair. Dylan ran up to us, gun still. Poised for any other predators. “Ryan, oh god… I’m sorry I had to leave, b - but it was going to kill me —"

“Y/n, it’s fine,” he grunted. “Are you hurt?”

I chuckled dryly. “You’re the one with a missing shoulder, and yet you ask me if I’m hurt?”

Dylan tapped his foot anxiously. “Guys. I hate to break this up, but, like, there’s something out there and dudes covered in blood. We have to head back.”

“Oh, thank god,” I groaned. I tucked an arm underneath Ryan’s arm pit. The one that was uninjured, of course. Dylan was still on guard, but he offered Ryan a hand. We were able to get him on his two feet and, slowly but surely, headed back to the campfire.

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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (3/6)

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We finally returned to the group. Everyone was worried. Kaitlyn took extra care in the situation of Ryan and I were on a log. Even while sitting, he clung to me, and I felt terrible for the man. My best friend could be safe and with me if only I hadn’t been dense as fuck and had kissed him instead of Dylan. Guilt swirled in my bosom as Ryan’s labored pants echoed in my ears.

He was leaning against me, burying his face in my neck. I hushed him, tears finally sliding down my cheeks. He occasionally released pain grunts, holding onto the back of my shirt tightly. My mouth was dry. Kaitlyn crouched in front of us. Nick and Abby had returned, huddling against a log in fear.

“What happened? We heard gunshots!” Kaitlyn exclaimed fearfully.

“Monster…” Ryan grunted, but only I could hear.

“Y - yeah, it was a monster. It came out of nowhere and, like, attacked us! It didn’t even look like an animal. It was, like, a human being but without any skin, but also with animal claws and teeth! I barely escaped. I’m just happy Ryan’s alive. It destroyed his shoulder.”

Ryan’s dry chuckle reverberated, but he grunted painfully. Kaitlyn shook her head in dismay. “That… sounds crazy.”

Dylan piped up, "They’re not lying. And when we got there, there was this hunter guy dragging him away. But, like, he was literally covered in blood. And Ryan was trying to get away and bit him, and he literally shot his own finger off and ran away!”

Kaitlyn was clearly shocked, at a loss for words. Nick stated, "We have to get back to the lodge. It’s not safe out here. A - and Ryan needs a bandage or something.”

Ryan sat up, slightly. “I’m sure a bandage could easily replace my shoulder,” he grumbled sarcastically.

“Hey, instead of complaining, let’s get back to the lodge,” Dylan insisted. “We - yeah! We can use the wheelbarrow to get Ryan back up. He shouldn’t be walking right now.”

Ryan tightly grasped my hand, coughing. It was a silent, unanimous agreement as we got Ryan into the transportation vehicle and headed up the hill. The walk was silent, except for Kaitlyn’s occasional grills. Everyone was stunned at what we described. I knew that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it.

In the distance, there was a howl.

We arrived at the lodge. I felt relieved the moment we entered. Nick and Dylan helped Ryan. When he was sat down, he fished through his pockets and threw Nick the keys for the nurse’s office. It went without explanation who’d be pairing up. Kaitlyn and Dylan would go to Mr. H’s office for the second gun, while Nick and Abby when to the nurse’s office. I would stay with Ryan for the sake of keeping the poor man company.

The group dispersed leaving me with Ryan. He was leaning against the wooden bench, he is head on my shoulder. He was cradling his arm and I worried for him. His face was covered in blood and I at least wanted to clean the both of us up.

“Ryan?” I said in a hushed tone.

He grunted in response, fingers intertwined with mine tightly.

I squeezed it reassuringly. “I should get some water and clothes. We’re filthy and we don’t want any infections to get in with how beat up you are.”

Ryan huffed, muttering an ‘okay.’ I sent him a reassuring smile as I slid off the seat, readjusting him. Ryan reluctantly released my hand and I was off the the nearby bathroom. The inside was cold and empty, much to my glee.

I cleaned myself up first. At least, the parts that were exposed and injured. My face felt better now that I knew I’d washed the monster drool off. Next, I collected some paper towels and wetted some. I left others dry, bringing an entire roll.

I exited the bathroom and met Ryan back in the cafeteria room. However, just as I approached his dozing form, the lights flickered.

And just like that, we were shrouded in darkness.

“Y/n!” Ryan called out in alarm.

“Right here!” I replied, waiting for my eyes to readjust.

Ryan exhaled sharply. I sat next to him again, the wet paper towels dripping with water. I stroked his cheek gently and turned him to me.

“Close your eyes.”

“Uh-huh.”

I washed off the blood and dirt from his face before drying it off. He flinched when my fingers slid down to his shirt. I wasn’t sure what was taking Nick and Abby so long, but I couldn’t risk infection any sooner. Ryan's weary eyes glinted in the moonlight. They looked lighter than usual.

“Hey, Ryan?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I’m going to take off your shirt, if that’s okay,” I explained quietly. “I don’t want the infection to spread.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed and he said nothing, raising his arms slightly. I sent him a reassuring smile, gripping the rim of his graphic “tee-shirt”. It was, in reality, a long sleeved shirt faking as two shirts. I was careful as I slid the fabric up his stomach. Ryan seemed oddly more lively, more awake, and less in pain. The blood had dried up, so it was good to discard the shirt since I was a bit of a neat freak.

When I reached his upper chest, he lifted his arms with surprising ease, only grunting momentarily. I finally pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the side. Ryan sighed and lowered again.

I took a moment to examine him. Dried blood coated his right side. He wasn’t the most fit man, but he was thin. I always told him that he had the form of a model, but he always laughed it off. His arms were thin and defined, just like the rest of his upper body. His collar bone gleamed with blood.

But, when I knocked myself out of my stupor, I realized that the wound had almost vanished. I’d seen his entire shoulder ripped out, and yet, there was barely any torn skin left, and only that of a bite mark remained on his upper arm.

“What the hell…”

Ryan looked, too, and furrowed his brows. “What the fuck… It definitely did a lot more damage than, uh, that.”

I realized I was boggling a bit too much, and Ryan’s… golden… eyes were boring into me. I cleared my throat and brought the cloth the wound. He hissed a bit due to the temperature, and he placed his uninjured and on my shoulder, squeezing.

I gulped, continuing. The paper towels were dyed red, and I finally pulled away. After that, I dabbed it dry. Ryan thanked me from under his breath, and just as I was finishing up, Nick and Abby emerged from the nurse’s office. They practically had nothing but a few bottles of painkillers and some tiny band-aids.

“We couldn’t find much,” Nick sighed. “But, hey, we can raid the kitchen later. And I think we should take Ryan up to a guest room.”

I hummed in agreement, blinking in surprise when I pulled the paper towel away. Nick and Abby were seeing the same exact thing, hovering around us.

“I - I thought his entire shoulder was torn out,” Abby exclaimed. “I - I mean, there was so much blood —"

Ryan looked down with wide eyes, feeling at his skin. The wound had almost entirely dispersed, except for some bruises, torn flesh, and the bite mark. I gulped, poking at it. Ryan frowned, but didn’t seem to feel any pain. It just didn't make any sense. First monsters, and now regenerating abilities?

“I, uh, thought I was going to die,” Ryan admitted. “My entire shoulder was torn out. There was so much… blood…”

“You’re not crazy, Ryan. We all saw it. I was surprised your arm didn’t fall off,” I agreed.

Nick handed him a glass of water and some Advil. Ryan downed it, some of the water sloshing out of the glass. He finished it and as he pulled it away, it suddenly sustained cracks. Everyone stared curiously. However, there was no time to question his strong grasp when the front door open and in came Dylan and Kaitlyn, wielding not one, but two shotguns now.

“We tried to call, but the power was shut off,” Kaitlyn stated.

“Yeah. It was probably, like, that creep in the woods,” Dylan mused. “Uh, hey, how’s the wound?”

Ryan stood abruptly, and everyone was surprised by his spryness. Dylan waved and everyone was concerned, waiting for him to topple over. He quirked a brow and shrugged, though. “What? I’m, uh, fine now.”

I frowned. It was just so weird. That monster was clearly trying to kill us. It wouldn’t make biological sense to just… magically heal its victims. Ryan frowned when Dylan pushed his way through the crowd, very worried. He reached for his shoulder, barely grazing it, but Ryan suddenly pulled away, glaring venomously.

“Dude, what the hell! You’re burning up like crazy.”

I instantly went on my tippy toes, pressing my hand to his forehead. Ryan almost seemed hostile when I touched him, but he just ended up being confused. I instantly pulled away, gasping.

“Ryan…! It’s like you're actually on fire. You must’ve caught a fever, or rabies, or - oh, you need to lay down. We should all stay together until morning. Maybe a guest room?”

“But I… feel fine,” Ryan muttered.

Kaitlyn came up beside me, frowning. “No, you need to rest. Abby, can you get a cold paper towel for his forehead? Meet us upstairs.”

I grabbed Ryan’s arm, pulling him along. Even his arm was almost scalding hot. However, his head was somewhat drooping, which was the only other physical indicator everything was not what it seemed to be. Of course the stupid flesh monster gave him rabies or something. Ryan was lightheaded and hot and magically cured from being ripped to shreds and… it scared me.

I pulled the covers off and let Ryan lay down. He snickered as I fussed and tucked him in just right. I almost wanted to search the room for a shirt, but I’d rather not draw attention to it. Besides, the wound could appear at any moment. I sat on the edge of his bed and Ryan was seemingly out like a light. He was unresponsive, except for his gentle breaths and his death grip on my hand, keeping it against his fiery chest.

Apparently, the others, minus Dylan, decided to wait in the hallway outside. A few minutes later, Abby came in with a freezing paper towel. I sent her a kind smile and she tried to be quiet, since Ryan was snoring softly. She leaned over and placed the cloth on his head.

Abby suddenly shrieked when his free hand shot up and grabbed her wrist in a death grip. His eyes were bright golden, seemingly glowing in the dark. He was glaring so furiously at her. Her scream alerted everyone else to come into the room.

“Ryan, it’s okay…!” I exclaimed, trying to withdraw my own hand out of shock. “Ryan…?”

His eyes suddenly flitted over to me and he blinked, releasing Abby. Nick pulled her to the side. Everyone else was muttering to themselves and asking questions, but I focused on Ryan. He frowned, announcing loudly, "Uh, sorry… I don’t know what happened.”

I gulped. My mind was running through all the worst outcomes. He was sick. Very sick. A part of me feared that if we didn’t get him help soon, he’d be a goner. But on the contrary, if we left the house, we could get shot or mauled to death. Either outcome was stressful to think about.

I sighed. “Just… try to get some sleep. We’ll be right here if you need anything, okay…?”

I followed his blank stare, peering over his shoulder. Nick and Abby were sitting by the window, the moon gazing at them intensely. Kaitlyn was sitting on the floor nearby with her two shotguns. But Ryan’s attention was glued to Dylan.

“Uh, Ryan, buddy, you don’t look like you’re doing so hot,” Dylan tittered anxiously, taking a step away from the bed.

I let out a quiet gasp when, instead of coherent words, a low, guttural growl emitted from him. “Shut up.”

“Ryan —"

My mouth clammed shut when his glare landed on me. He suddenly jerked on my hand, causing me to fall onto the bed on top of him uncomfortably. My head plopped onto the pillow, our chests pressing against one another. His grip on my wrist tightened, and I yelped. I felt his other hand grip my waist, and I noticed how harshly he was breathing, nose buried in my hair.

“Ryan, let her the fuck go. Now,” Kaitlyn growled. I heard a gun cock, and I seized up fearfully.

He was sniffing furiously. “Fuck. Off.”

I tried patting his cheek, which he accepted gratefully. Clearly the attack had done something. I feared that, in fact, he would turn into the monster from infection. The thought terrified me, but his grip relaxed just enough so I could sit up. Kaitlyn was right beside me, shotgun trained on him. His eyes had shut, but I noticed something glint from his twitching mouth. Something sharp.

“Ryan,” I voiced, "you’re sick. Whatever attacked you… I think you’re turning into it. We - they need to leave for their safety.”

His tone was almost pained when he replied. His voice was deeper, scratchier than normal. Everyone in the room was terrified, and it was easy to see. “Just… stay here.”

I turned to my friends. “Kaitlyn and friends, you guys should wait outside. He’s dangerous —"

“What about you?” Kaitlyn exclaimed, only to earn her a glare from Ryan.

“I’ll scream if I need anything,” I tittered, drawing Ryan’s attention back to me.

Everyone filed out and the door shut. I could tell, though, that Dylan and Kaitlyn were right outside waiting for the signal. Ryan was still gripping my hand tightly, and his nose was twitching disdainfully until he brought it to his cheek.

“Y/n…” he muttered, his voice almost normal.

“Yes, Ryan?”

There was suddenly anger in his grip, and I bit my lip from how harsh his hold became. I tried wiggling my hand for a comfortable position, but he just held tighter.

“Why don’t you love me?”

“You know I love you, Ryan —"

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” he interrupted in a low gargle.

When his glare made contact with me, his eyes were a glowing yellow. Fangs were poking from his puffed lips, and he was sweating profusely. He was panting harshly. As angry as he was, there was pain present in his lucent orbs.

“Ryan, I think you’re about to change,” I squealed, fear consuming me. I tried to pull away, tears sprouting to my eyes. “Let go, please —"

“I’m not letting you fucking go!” he shouted suddenly, a crack resounding from my hand. “Don’t fucking leave! I’ll kill him —"

The door swung open, and Dylan, terror lacing his expression, hopped into the room. Ryan was clearly taken aback, and his temper turned to the boy in question. Dylan cocked the gun, finger remaining over the trigger. However, Kaitlyn grabbed me and I was released, stumbling back to her.

Ryan suddenly released the most inhumane growl. He had a fever, and yet, the blankets flung off of him and he pounced. His elongated nails reached out and swung at Kaitlyn, who shielded me behind her. His fangs were fully visible and he got but a scratch on her face before she hit him with the barrel, knocking him to the ground.

Abby screamed shrilly, and I made my way to Dylan. Kaitlyn backed up as well, and we hovered by the wardrobe. Ryan scrambled to his feet, and his back was arched. He was feral, foaming at the mouth. His skin was crawling and bubbling.

He roared, all of his fury directed at Dylan.

Dylan took the prerogative to shoot. I hid behind him in terror, the bullet piercing Ryan as he pounced at the man. The bullet caused his body to ricochet into the wall, letting out more monstrous squabbles.

“Ryan, bro! Calm down!” Dylan cried, shaking in his boots like the rest of us.

“Fuck, Dylan, you shot him!” Kaitlyn shouted. “He’s just —"

Ryan stumbled to his feet. His skin was bubbling. His breaths were uneven and sweat was sweat was spewing from his forehead. He kept squeezing his hands together. He was frozen in place, clearly disoriented. His bare chest had no noticeable wound, despite having been shot.

“Sick…”

All of a sudden, his skin burst. A scream tore at my throat. Ryan… had turned into the monster we had been attacked by. His flesh was exposed and blood spewed from every pore. His clothes had been discarded completely, but more so, he was but muscles and bone. He was sticky and slimy.

He wasn’t Ryan.

“What the fuck, man?” Dylan boomed, raising the gun to shoot.

Ryan suddenly howled. The volume of it made tremors in the floorboards and walls appear. I was too paralyzed to turn away, and his skin and blood covered half of my face. Dylan and Kaitlyn had gotten caught in the line fire, dripping with pierced flesh.

Dylan pulled the trigger, just as Ryan - or what used to be him - finished howling and was about to direct its violent tendencies toward the group. As the bullet pierced his flesh, he flinched. The monster scanned over us one last time, but after letting out a vicious roar, made a mad dash for the window and crashed through, disappearing into the night.

We all waited, completely in shock. Slowly but surely, though, we shook off our experience. Dylan’s brain was lagging, and Nick was the first to speak up.

“Uh, guys? I’m pretty sure it’s not safe here.”

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” Kaitlyn spoke up. “Our party members are dropping like flies. For all we know, Emma and Jake could be dead right now.”

“We need t - to contact the police!” Abby chimed. “Maybe… there’s a signal somewhere?”

“Or… there’s a signal right here,” Dylan chirped, a metaphorical lightbulb turning on above his head. “I, uh, used to man the camp radio station for morning announcements. It’s old and isn’t used anymore, but maybe we’ll be able to get a message out somewhere.”

I nodded along. “I can go with you for that. But the rest of you should make sure to hide. Maybe the shower room nearby?”

“Are you… sure? Like, I can go alone as long as I have the gun.”

“No, she’s right,” Kaitlyn agreed. “We shouldn’t be going anywhere alone. Plus… I really need to take a shower. I am disgusted.”

I clapped my hands together, trying to bring the energy up just a little, even though I was extremely traumatized and on the verge of a mental breakdown. “Uh… cool. Let’s head out before our boy Ryan comes back.”

~~~

“This place has seen better days,” I commented as we finally made it into the radio shack. Perhaps it had been because of a looming threat, but the entire time as we walked in silence, I felt like we were being watched. Stalked. And at every ruffle of leaves, I swerved to check behind us. However, I was always relieved when the coast was clear.

“Okay, when I was a camper here it was barely working,” Dylan agreed. “It hadn’t been used for years, and it took me a really long time, like, to get this place cleaned up and looking the way it is, so…”

“My apologies, sir,” I jokingly defended. “I’m sure your work has paid off.”

“And it has. The radio actually functions… kind of… Just let me get this set up.”

I had the gun now. It was strapped over my shoulder and I was guarding the door. I watched as Dylan walked over to the machinery. Silence fell between us once more. I saw that the group had finished migrating into the shower rooms by the pool. I let out a sigh of relief, but I stepped away from the window, noticing that the hedges across the camp had ruffled.

“So, good news and bad news. Good news, it works. Bad news, I think the range is about… a mile.”

I clicked my tongue, crossing my arms. Shivers rolled down my spine, a sudden chill crossing over me. “That’s not great.”

“It’s still worth a try. This thing’s going to need a bit of a power up, um, but that’s where this comes in.” He lifted some dusty satellite off of a shelf. I nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to let him take care of everything. “It’s a signal booster. It’s kind of janky looking, but it’s worth giving a shot.”

He propped it up, suddenly asking for help. He was recording a message, his voice loud and urgent. I cringed fro the volume, and I could only hope any nearby flesh monsters couldn’t hear. There was no reply, but he seemingly put the message on loop.

I turned back to the window, brows furrowing. Dylan was still messing with the radio, but my attention was on the shifting blob outside. A quiet gasp escaped when I recognized the glowing yellow orbs of a monster. I immediately reached for the gun.

“Check it!” Dylan suddenly exclaimed.

I hushed him instantly returning my attention to the window. I inhaled sharply and squinted. I saw nothing. But I knew what I saw. I distanced myself from the window, gun poised.

“What?”

There was distinct chatter from the radio, but from the sound of it, it was coming from the enemy. Dylan watched me fearfully, his grin fading.

“There was… it outside. It was definitely looking at me,” I explained shakily. “It disappeared, but —"

Suddenly, a thud sounded above us. We fell silent, staring at the ceiling. I held my gun up, aiming at where I heard the noise. For all I knew, it could be Ryan, or the former Ryan. However, I wasn’t about to hesitate to shoot that… thing.

A low grown echoed above us. Quiet footsteps padded on the roof, and I sucked in my breath. It was hard to articulate where exactly it was, but I didn’t plan to shoot until it was in my plain of sight. The roof creaked. The flashlight trailed along the wooden boards. It was wishful thinking the monster would just leave when it knew we were in here.

“W - wait, I have an idea,” Dylan stuttered. “Maybe if we put on an, uh, high-pitched frequency… since it’s, like, a werewolf or something…”

“Uh, yeah, fucking do it,” I agreed instantly.

The monster was still lurking above us somewhere. Dylan rushed over to the desk, however, the wood splintered and he backed away for a moment. “Oh, fuck that…!”

“Just do it! I’ve got the gun trained on the spot,” I demanded, my focus fully on the portion of the roof above him.

“Okay, okay, uh…” He messed around with the various panels. “Fuck, there’s something missing. What’s missing?”

The monster shifted, hopping onto another potion of the roof. My gun immediately followed, brows furrowed as I waited for it to get in somehow.

“Oh, crap. It pulled the wire.”

“What? It’s some sort of animal! How could it know to do that?” I exclaimed in annoyance, although it wasn’t aimed toward Dylan.

“I don’t know —"

I heard the monster pounce elsewhere. “Uh, fix it, now!”

Dylan ascended a ladder, reaching desperately for the box. My gun was trained to the roof above. Suddenly, the wood splintered and Dylan’s arm was grabbed. I screamed loudly, not sure where the fuck to shoot. The monster pulled Dylan off the ladder completely and had his hand in his mouth. I finally articulated a shot right above the hole, and he was dropped.

Dylan was screaming in pain and I dropped beside him, grabbing his shoulders. “Fuck! Ow! Help me! Oh my - oh my god! Wait, wait, just - oh shit!” He collapsed on the ground. His entire hand was bloody and barely intact. My face paled, and I knew what to do.

I discarded the gun and grabbed the chainsaw. “Dylan, stop moving! I have to - I have to cut off your hand!”

“Fuck! Y - you’re right! Oh god, make it stop, make it stop!”

I gulped and kneeled beside him. Dylan was writhing on the ground in agony, but he held still. Tears sprouted to my eyes as I pulled to start up the chainsaw. I flinched from how loud it was, and the walls vibrated, not only from its purring, but from the beast above.

“Just fucking do it!” he groaned, his face scrunched up in pain.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I leaned down, placing a foot to hold down his arm. I tried to focus, and yet I was so incredibly panicked. I lowered the saw right above the arm, absolutely mortified at the prospect. I squinted and finally lowered it on his arm. Dylan shrieked and hollered in pain, but I didn’t let him escape. The saw struggled at the bone. However, I forced it through.

I finally pulled the chainsaw away. A sob escaped as I realized blood had spewed across the floor and his hand was completely detached. “Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed.

Dylan screamed in terror while I paced around in pure panic. I just fucking decapitated someone. Oh fuck, oh my god. But I had to, right? The infection would’ve spread —

“Your shirt!” Dylan cried out, having pulled his knees to his chest.

“My shirt? Why not your shirt —“

“It’s fucking covered in blood —“

“Fuck, fine! Just…”

I fumbled and grabbed the hem. I pulled it off, much to my embarrassment, and tossed it to him. Dylan shakily tied it around his wound. Not even a minute later, it was dyed with his blood. He finally rose to his feet, and we avoided eye contact. I was half naked and he… was limbless. Thanks, flesh monster.

I grabbed the gun and returned my attention. I hadn’t heard any sounds from the roof, but perhaps it had left after getting a taste. We both stood in silence, watching and waiting. Slowly, I walked over to the window, peering out.

Nothing.

Just then, a thud sounded at the front door. I gasped and backed away. Dylan, terrified, grabbed a hammer from a toolbox. He cowered - understandably - in the corner. I moved to be a few paces from the door, as to ensure that I wouldn’t miss.

Another thud sounded. The monster was clearly smart enough to pull a wire, and thus, was smart enough to recognize a door. Shivers ran down my spine at how long it was taking for the beast to pounce again. The front door was splintered and bending. Even one more would —

Suddenly, the door shattered.

Break…

Dylan and I screamed, and I shot. Somehow, it knowingly dodged to the side. All of the wood and metal flew at me, and I stumbled back against the table. I screeched in terror as the creature pounced at me but a few inches away. With all my strength, I pulled on the barrel to prepare it for another shot —

Almost playfully, it swiped at my ankle, tugging in a tight grip. The gun flew fro my hands as I fell to the ground, hitting my head on the desk rim. Everything rang and my vision went dark for a split second. I became vaguely aware that I was being dragged across the wooden floor. I flailed and kicked in its grasp. I was thankful the beast didn’t maul me then and there.

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A gunshot sounded, sending the monster flying back. I heard something skid across the ground, and I scrambled to my knees. Dylan had somehow shot the gun one-handed and hit. The monster was even more pissed and clearly wasn’t injured enough. However, I reloaded and swung the gun back to the entrance.

As I was being dragged out the doorway, I reached out and clutched onto it for my life. My nails dug into the splintered wood for dear life. The monster let out a growl, yanking on my leg further. I let out a seething screech, praying to god Dylan would —

It had been lurking right behind me, and the barrel walked it in the face, sending it into the rim of the door. I scooted back just enough, and as the monster glared at me with glowing lucent eyes, I shot.

This time, when the monster was sent flying back, instead of returning for a round two, it dashed off into the wilderness. I was panting furiously, and I noticed how. My ankle was dripping with the sticky, fleshy substance. I also had blood sprayed across my exposed torso, and I flinched.

“Fuck…” Dylan mumbled from behind, coming up to me. “We need to rejoin the group. Clearly those hunters or whatever heard where we were…”

I gulped, and when he offered me a hand to help me to my feet, I gratefully took it. My heart was still pounding and my veins still shot with adrenaline. I kept the gun poised for anything as we descended the steps into camp, both of us with a prominent limp. I could tell from his occasional pained grunts that the adrenaline wasn’t completely working as a pain reliever.

We skulked over to the shower room. We knocked on the door and tried to open, but it was seemingly locked. “Guys, it’s - it’s us,” I called shakily. It was the end of summer, and out here, the night air nipped at my skin.

I heard some muffled chatter, and a moment later, the door opened halfway. We both slid inside, and the moment we came face to face with the rest of the group, we noticed the terror on their expressions.

“Guys, what the hell happened?” Kaitlyn exclaimed.

Dylan, bringing some comedy to the tense atmosphere, went to scratch his neck with his handless arm. “I needed a bit of a hand when the monster attacked me.”

Everyone scoffed, including me, who was still incredibly shaken up. I elaborated, "That… thing attacked. We didn’t want him to get infected like Ryan, so we had to. It almost dragged me off to feast on me, but we somehow scared it off with our… pitiful attempts at hurting it.”

Kaitlyn sighed. Nick and Abby were huddled together in a corner. Maybe something nice would come from this, at least. The two could bond over their trauma, or whatever people always thought.

“You guys… really need to get a shower.”

I nodded in agreement, and wordlessly, we both stalked over to the showers. I stripped of my clothes once the curtain was closed. I was able to navigate the knobs thanks to the tiny, high-up window that allowed the moonlight to seep in.

One I was finished, I was very relieved to dry off via a warm and fluffy towel. I changed into what clothes I had left and decided to keep the towel as a makeshift shirt. I didn’t want to survive the night and end up with fucking hypothermia, after all.

I’d kept the group waiting, it seemed, as Dylan was huddled next to Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn was poised and focused, though, ready to shoot at any moment. I was about to inquire about a game plan. However, I was interrupted by a booming shot that came from right next door.

We heard violent splashing in the pool. My blood ran cold as I realized the hunters or whoever they were must’ve been near. That didn’t bode well for us, though. We’d told them where we were. And seeing as they were probably shooting that fucking beast, they knew we couldn’t have gotten far without pursuit.

Silence. Except for Dylan’s agonized whimpers. I bit my lip and listened further, but it all seemed to fall silent.

“Guys,” Kaitlyn hissed quietly,” we have to go back to the lodge. Dylan needs literally any medical attention he can get. There’s still Advil and tiny bandages —“

“Yes,” Dylan agreed. “I told them n the radio that we were somewhere in this area. They’re probably searching as we speak. We have to, like, go, ASAP.”

“Fuck, that’s right,” I groaned. “It’s settled then, I guess.”

The walk back to the lodge was almost silent. Oftentimes, Abby was whimpering in fear, and Nick had to hush her. I empathized with the poor girl. If I wasn’t so numb and pumped with adrenaline, I’d be just as scared. It left me wondering how Kaitlyn was able to be so stoic and calm.

She and I were handling the guns. Both of us were ready to shoot at any moment. And yet, it was the calm before the storm. We were accompanied by nothing but the rustling of leaves. I was grateful to have a damp yet warm blanket to keep me warm, because as the night progressed, the temperature dropped. Clouds were also forming in the sky, indicating that it would rain soon.

I could only hope that Jacob and Emma were alive.

We arrived at the lodge, making sure to close the door behind us. I made sure to close the curtains as we examined the place. It was deadly silent. We brought Dylan upstairs, but to a different guest bedroom. The other was tarnished and covered in Ryan’s blood. We situated ourselves. Dylan was tucked under the covers, minus his arm. Kaitlyn had accompanied Nick and Abby to get some water for all of us, plus left over medication. That left me and Dylan to ourselves, me sitting on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting.

“It’s been one, uh, fucked up night, huh?” Dylan chuckled dryly.

“You said it, buddy.”

Now that I was sat down and didn’t have the threat of looming danger, my thoughts went to Ryan. If my body wasn’t dry and tired from crying, I would’ve been bawling my eyes out. I wished it was me instead of him. Ryan didn’t deserve what happened. He was smart and funny and cute and…absolutely perfect, in my eyes.

I sat the gun on the bed next to me, leaning over and hiding my face in my hands. I still felt terrible for Emma and Jacob, of course, but they could be alive. And sure, Ryan was too, but it wasn’t Ryan anymore.

“Hey.”

I raised my head just enough to glance at Dylan, who had a strained smile on his usually goofy face. I tilted my head at him in question.

“I’m telling you, it’s fucking… werewolves, man. A full moon. Transformations. Howling… Ryan will be okay.”

I smiled, warmth fluttering over my chest. “You know, we’re supposed to be home right now. In our apartments, dead fucking tired but happy. We’d probably pass out on the couch together while listening to his favorite shitty podcast.” I paused, my voice quivering. “But this… isn’t right. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“You’re telling me,” Dylan quipped, raising his decapitated arm.

I laughed, and for a minute, I was carefree. “I guess I am.”

Nick and Abby suddenly swung open the door urgently, water sloshing over the styrofoam edges. Panic was apparent in their expressions. I immediately grabbed the gun as they rushed the water and meds over to us.

“What…?” Dylan asked, his smile having faded.

“There’s people in the house,” Abby squeaked.

“Kaitlyn’s trapped downstairs trying to hide. Drink, quick. We have to hide!” Nick seconded.

I downed the water quickly and slammed it on the bedside table. Dylan was slow when he sat up, but we managed to get him off. While I fixed the bed sheets to look somewhat undisturbed, the three got into the large wardrobe, the hangers clacking in dismay.

My breath was caught in my throat, and I wanted - no, needed to wait for Kaitlyn. I had the gun ready to shoot as I heard pounding footsteps. The door swung open and I almost shot, but Kaitlyn was the one to open the door. I noticed, though, that she was gunless. She was panicked for seemingly the first time all night. She pressed the door shut, her back to it.

“How many?” I asked, motioning for her to get under the bed.

“Just one,” she panted , getting on her hands and knees. “But… he was asking for back-up. More are on their way.”

She hid under the bed, and I planned on sliding underneath, too. I wanted to avoid wasting bullets as much as possible. I was about to slide under when the bedroom door suddenly swung open, and in came a man aiming his gun.

I screamed as he stomped on the gun. “Off the ground, now! Hands behind your back.”

Tearfully, I got back on my hands and knees. I was shaking from head to toe. I reached my arm onto the top of the bed for support, about to pull myself up. My shotgun was now out of reach, much to my chagrin. The stranger had three and many bullets, so I didn’t doubt he could kill me at any moment —

Something tackled him suddenly, seeing all of the guns out of reach. I gasped quietly when I saw it was the monster. It had caught the man off guard. The man screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to fight it. I took the chance to scramble back underneath the bed. I wanted so dearly to reach for the gun, but I didn’t want a repeat of last time. It was far too late to save the stranger’s life.

I could watch the entire scene from under the bed. The monster had lunged and was mauling the man to death. His organs and bones were ripped from his back, spewing across the floor. It was growling and devouring the man ravenously. It made me grateful that I was even alive right now.

It finally stopped, and the man’s cries were no more. The monster, dripping from the blood of its victim, finally stepped off. I watched as its animalistic, wolfish feet stepped closer to the door. I clamped my hand over my mouth as I heard its loud sniffs.

It raised its foot, about to enter the hallway. It was hovering the doorway, and it left maroon footprints in his wake. Kaitlyn was trembling beside me.

But then, it halted, stepping back into the room.

A low growl emitted, and it terrified me to even breathe through my nose. I thought it heard me, and yet, it took a step toward the wardrobe.

Oh, fuck.

And then another.

Fuck, fuck, fuck —

And then, it was right in front. It was pausing, waiting for somebody to reveal themselves.

And it ended up being me. I extended my arm and slid out slightly from under the bed. My fingers barely grasped the gun, but as I tried to aim it, the monster turned, its yellow orbs landing on me. A small screech bubbled in my throat as I manhandled the gun with one hand. I pulled the trigger out of panic when it hopped closer to the bed, eyes trained on me.

It missed barely, shooting past its foot and lodging itself into the base of the wardrobe. The monster roared viciously and took its chance to grab me. It loomed over me, even when it grabbed me by my collar and tore me off the floor. The beast had incredible strength and it held me up so I was staring right into its ugly face. I tried kicking and punching at the animal’s makeshift body, but that only swung me around in the air. My feet couldn’t even reach the ground.

It snorted in disdain as I pawed and pushed at its grim, sticky face. As I stared into its eyes fearfully, I couldn’t help but think it was Ryan. That Ryan, my best friend, was about to kill me.

Something skidded across the floor, catching the monster off guard. It didn’t get the chance to look, though, because another gunshot rang out. It tossed me into the wall as its ankle gave out, blood spurting from the wound. The gun cocked again, but even from its position, it suddenly leapt into the air and onto the bed.

I tried to get back onto my feet, using the beside table for support. My legs were shaking and I barely had the strength to stand from being thrown around. I finally stood up and slid against the wall, nearer to the door.

The monster hovered over the bed, and I could only pray that Kaitlyn wouldn’t meet her demise. Its sharp claws dug into the blanket, tearing at the wool and cotton. The blood-stained mattress was flying everywhere, and I waved it from my face. I inched closer to the door, not wanting to meet the beast’s wrath.

A solid hole had formed. Just as it raised its arm to punch through the wooden base, the gun slid out from under the bed, and so did Kaitlyn.

The monster reached into it, but when Kaitlyn hopped to her feet, she kicked it and sent it into the wall. She grunted and went for the gun. Relief washed over me for a minute, thinking it would know to retreat like last time. However, when Kaitlyn’s back had turned, it pounced.

I screamed in terror as he tackled the poor woman against the wall. Her head collided and she shrieked. I reached for the gun, but almost as though it knew what I was about to do, it stomped on the gun and racked it in half.

I raced over to one of the others, but as I wielded the weapon, it was too late. The monster tore out Kaitlyn’s face, leaving nothing but a sticky, red skull. Her jaw racked as the monster grabbed her corpse and threw it at the wardrobe. I raised the gun shakily and shot.

The monster roared, shrieking at an ungodly volume. I was standing alone and I knew I had to bring its attention away from my other friends. Kaitlyn was a goner. That much was plain to see. But I wasn’t about to let the rest die because I didn’t try hard enough.

As it clutched the wall and palmed at its chest, I dashed out the room. It shrieked again and pounced at the doorway, but I dodged. I peered down both sides of the hallway.v I went right, knowing I had to get it the fuck out. My feet were slipping and sliding, but I refused to trip. I made it to the main area, crashing against the second floor banisters.

I was panting furiously, hearing galloping from behind. I turned, and it was just in the knick of time, as the monster crashed into it next to me. Its claw slashed out, reaching for me. Its nails dug into my skin and I cried in pain. It almost pulled me back, but I slammed my gun backwards into its stomach.

It released me, and I took the chance to run. I rounded the corner, and was about to run past the chimney adorning a portrait, but I heard an unpleasant howl sound from it.

I took a step back as the portrait burst at the seams, another monster pouncing from it and almost making it over the railing. I raised my gun and shot, the bullet causing it to ricochet into the cafeteria below. I was almost relieved for a moment, but I was tackled to the ground. The gun skidded away from me, hitting the banister.

My head rang from the impact, and I knew I was about to be torn to shreds. Tears slipped from my eyes and a wave of sleepiness washed over me. Drool landed right beside my head, and I could feel its iron breath fan across the shell of my ear.

“Ryan…” I whispered, barely audible.

I was suddenly lifted and thrown onto my back. I was seeing stars as I came face to face with the beast. I was so very confused. It hadn’t taken so long to maul the others. What was preventing it from tearing me to shreds?

I maintained lazy eye contact with the monster. It was staring at me so adamantly. Its yellow orbs flitted over my features. My fear dissipated in that moment. Maybe there was still a piece of Ryan buried in there, preventing the monster from tearing me to shreds.

It growled lowly. I exhaled slowly, on the verge of passing out right then and there.

And then the beast got tackled against the wall by the other. Both let out howls of pain and anger. I shrieked and scrambled for the gun as they tussled. Both were scratching at one another, blood spraying against the walls. I suddenly connected the dots; there were definite differences between the monsters. The one that used to be Ryan was taller, lankier. The other was shorter, fatter.

As I grabbed and aimed my gun, taking a few steps away, the smaller one sent Ryan flying. The banisters cracked and he broke through them, falling into the cafeteria below.

The monster directed its attention back toward me. I shot, sending it flying back into the wall. I cocked the gun and shot again. The monster let out mewls of agony, thrashing against the wall.

Ryan’s claw extended, and its entire body lifted onto the second story. Its yellow eyes flashed in my direction, and I was worried he would attack me. However, he instead blocked the other’s path, standing on its hind legs with its back arched.

I took the chance to run.

I raced down the steps, leaving the monsters to wrestle with each other. My shoe, covered in icky blood, slipped, and I ended up bouncing on my ass the whole way down. I bit my lip in order to prevent drawing attention back to my fleeing form, but I already knew it would bruise.

Once I was at the bottom and the exit was right in front of me, I dashed out. I slammed the door in order to draw attention, just in case the two or the reigning winner decided to skulk about. I clambered down the stairs. The van was still sitting out front, but now I was out in the open. My heart thudded anxiously within my rib cage.

I heard clattering from where the monsters were battling it out. As badly as I wanted to save my friends, I needed to get the fuck out. I started running away from the lodge, figuring that I would take shelter in a cabin and wait for morning.

I was all alone and completely in the open. I bit my lip, reducing my pace to a walk. I knew most of the cabins were locked up and I didn’t want to make any noise by breaking in. I could always return to the radio shack or the shower rooms. But I didn’t want to be too far away from the main lodge.

I jumped and raised my gun as something emerged from the woods. I heard the cock of a gun, and instead of coign face to face with one of the hunters covered in blood, it was…

A woman. She adorned an eye patch, and a scar traced across her cheek. She had a firm frown and was wearing loose, tattered clothing. Blood was smeared across her neck and shirt. When she saw me, I could tell she was just as surprised as I was. However, she didn’t raise her gun, instead halting.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

I lowered my gun, sensing security and safety from her. “I - I’m Y/n L/n. I’m a councilor at the camp. I need your help. My f - friends —“

“Are either dead or werwolves, right?”

She lowered her gun.

“Yeah.”

“I’m… Laura. Laura Kearney. I was supposed to be a councilor too, but we got here a night early on the full moon and me and my boyfriend were kidnapped. He’s a werewolf.”

We closed the distance between each other. “Oh… my god. Your boyfriend is Max, right? You two were the ones that never showed up!”

She nodded. She was still frowning firmly. “Have you been bitten?”

“Um, no. Is… is there something we can do —“

“Yes,” she interrupted quickly. “It’s what I’m trying to do. Do you know Chris Hackett?”

“Yeah.”

“We need to kill him. According to the legend, if we kill the head werewolf, anyone who’s been bitten will turn back to normal.”

“If… if you don’t mind me asking… how do you know so much about this?”

Laura sighed, glancing around the area. “While we were being held captive, this police officer was keeping us updated. We managed to escape just this morning from our cells. Max is out there, somewhere, as we speak. It’s a long story, though, and I’ve told you what’s important.”

“So… where is Chris Hackett?”

“I accidentally shot his daughter, who’s also a werewolf. I suspect that he’s somewhere in hiding, locked up. They always do that with the werewolves for the family’s safety,” she explained. “Do you happen to know where the Hackett household is?”

I frowned. “If all the werewolves are locked up, then how is there two back in the lodge as we speak?”

“Two?”

“Yeah. One is Ryan. I know that for sure because he didn’t tear me shreds at the many opportunities he’s given me —“

“Ryan would kill you regardless of your connection while human,” she corrected. “Max didn’t give two fucks if I was his girlfriend while he was turned.”

“No, no, it’s true!” I exclaimed. “The first time is when we were in the radio shack. Instead of mauling me like the rest, he tried to drag me away. And just now, he did it again. He… killed Kaitlyn and this hunter guy right in front of me.”

Laura’s frown deepened. “That… doesn’t matter right now. You say that there’s a second one in the lodge. Have any other of your friends turned? How many of you are there?”

“Three others that are alive as of now. Kaitlyn is dead and Jacob and Emma left the group before all this shit started happening. One can only hope they’re not dead but maybe they’re turned.”

She scowled, cursing under her breath. “I guess we know where we’re going, then. The lodge is that way, right?” She motioned correctly from the way I’d come from.

“Yeah,” I answered quickly. “Just… don’t shoot Ryan.”

“It’s impossible to differentiate them.”

“No, it isn’t.”

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