Archive of Our Own ^beta

Summary:

An endless loop of death can only satisfy the specter so much. So what does it do when it realizes the survivors are growing comfortable in their cabin? Comfortable with the knowledge that After every painful death, they’ll wake up in the cabin, not having too worry about the killers being around the corners? And the fact the killers never worry about being killed?? Simple. What a way too kill that comfort by forcing the killers and survivors too live in one house-hold, force them too work together during rounds and force them too go through mutual hell. With a new playful entity making itself known through games of deadly tag. Where being the last tagger, means you’ll die and not come back yourself.

You were always for the show, Cheering you on, where did i go wrong? Your heart so full of rage. Disguised as fun, disguised as play, is there anything we can do but wait?

Tag, you’re it!