Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2021 10:28:56 GMT -6
The sun was something Meg never thought she’d miss so much. More specifically, she never thought she’d have a reason to miss it. Almost all of her happiest memories were linked with the sun, a bright constant in her life. Plus, Meg had always been the outdoorsy type, loving to be out in the sun no matter the time of year and feeling her best when it shone down on her.
That’s why being in the Realm weighed so heavily on her, among other things. There was so little light, the blanket of night practically always draped over her. Meg loved the stars too, but it got to be so much. That’s why the advent of the Saloon was met with more enthusiasm than Meg had ever felt for a new arrival. The barely-there sun was more than she had seen in God knows how long, and it was more than enough for her.
Visiting the Saloon on occasion had done wonders to satiate her need for the sun, but when Meg opened her eyes to find herself sitting on the rough dirt of Coldwind Farm and basking in sunlight, she couldn’t say she didn’t spend the first few minutes of the trial crying. Whatever the Entity learned about to spur that change, Meg wished she could thank it.
After that, the farm became a favorite spot of Meg’s. She had gotten fairly good at avoiding the denizens with their loud chainsaws, sticking to the edges and hiding in the obscuring cornfields. She couldn’t lie and say she didn’t think about attempting to befriend one of them with how much time she spent there, but the threat of getting sawed in half was enough to keep her back.
Her trip to Coldwind that time around wasn’t for a relaxing stay, though. Supplies were short, particularly medical ones. Meg had offered to go scavenge some more from one of the realms, and if her memory served her right, Coldwind had a good stock of bandages. There had been a large pile of miscellaneous items shoved in the corner of the big farmhouse the last time she had ventured through it, and she figured it was her best bet to find some shit.
Getting into the house had been easy enough, the residents apparently elsewhere in the realm or in a trial at that current moment. Meg took it as a green light to keep moving, moving somewhat freely through the house to where she last remembered seeing the pile on the upper floor. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of deep breaths as she reached the top of the stairs that Meg realized she was definitely not as alone as she thought. Ready to backtrack, she turned on her heel to face the stairs again and took a step forward.
Fuck.
The floorboard creaked as loudly as it could, and Meg knew she needed to hightail it out of there or hide now, especially with how close whichever killer was in the house with her was. Running wasn’t a great idea even with how fast she was, both killers being able to catch up with her in little to no time, so hiding was about her only option. Whipping her head around, Meg found a shadowy corner out of the way and pressed herself against it, eyes trained on the open window a bit of a way away from her for when she needed to run.
Well, this s'just great.
That’s why being in the Realm weighed so heavily on her, among other things. There was so little light, the blanket of night practically always draped over her. Meg loved the stars too, but it got to be so much. That’s why the advent of the Saloon was met with more enthusiasm than Meg had ever felt for a new arrival. The barely-there sun was more than she had seen in God knows how long, and it was more than enough for her.
Visiting the Saloon on occasion had done wonders to satiate her need for the sun, but when Meg opened her eyes to find herself sitting on the rough dirt of Coldwind Farm and basking in sunlight, she couldn’t say she didn’t spend the first few minutes of the trial crying. Whatever the Entity learned about to spur that change, Meg wished she could thank it.
After that, the farm became a favorite spot of Meg’s. She had gotten fairly good at avoiding the denizens with their loud chainsaws, sticking to the edges and hiding in the obscuring cornfields. She couldn’t lie and say she didn’t think about attempting to befriend one of them with how much time she spent there, but the threat of getting sawed in half was enough to keep her back.
Her trip to Coldwind that time around wasn’t for a relaxing stay, though. Supplies were short, particularly medical ones. Meg had offered to go scavenge some more from one of the realms, and if her memory served her right, Coldwind had a good stock of bandages. There had been a large pile of miscellaneous items shoved in the corner of the big farmhouse the last time she had ventured through it, and she figured it was her best bet to find some shit.
Getting into the house had been easy enough, the residents apparently elsewhere in the realm or in a trial at that current moment. Meg took it as a green light to keep moving, moving somewhat freely through the house to where she last remembered seeing the pile on the upper floor. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of deep breaths as she reached the top of the stairs that Meg realized she was definitely not as alone as she thought. Ready to backtrack, she turned on her heel to face the stairs again and took a step forward.
Fuck.
The floorboard creaked as loudly as it could, and Meg knew she needed to hightail it out of there or hide now, especially with how close whichever killer was in the house with her was. Running wasn’t a great idea even with how fast she was, both killers being able to catch up with her in little to no time, so hiding was about her only option. Whipping her head around, Meg found a shadowy corner out of the way and pressed herself against it, eyes trained on the open window a bit of a way away from her for when she needed to run.
Well, this s'just great.