Overheard Near The Survivors Camp:

Overheard near the survivors camp:

Jeckyl: I’m going to sleep, if you wake me up and it’s not an emergency I’m gonna make it one.

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Quentin: can I take a nap in here?

Jeckyl: yeah sure

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Dwight: Hey, uh nea needs—

Jeckyl: is she dying?

Dwight: ... no?

Jeckyl: then start running

He sat down across from Caleb, and grabbed the bottle.

“Not all of it, I tend to play classical songs from the 1730’s. From the time I was from before here, it was 2007. Theres a lot of different types of music. Some similar to what all of legion listens to, if you’ve ever heard their mix tapes.” He pauses to take a swig.

“Besides, my mom used to play songs like that for me growing up before…” his voice faded, reminiscing on the last time he saw his mother.

“It’s a long story, and not exactly a happy one.” He looked down at his beer and took another big swig.

“If you ever want more of these, I have a stash back at camp. Not even the other survivors know.” He tried his best to change the subject, before taking another drink.

“This place is, well, interesting to say the least. God knows how long we’ve all been here.”

Hidey ho Caleb! Could I trade ya a 6 pack of beer in exchange for playing the piano? …I miss being able to play my instruments…

Caleb was sat at one of the front tables of the dead Dawg with his feet resting apon it and was in the middle of cleaning his redeemer when he noticed the figure by the saloon doors, lifting his head up slightly from his current task.

He sat in silence for a moment to consider the request before replying in his usual western drawl, "Hmm... well that depends on who ya are, how ya got here and how good of a pianist you are, Mister"

“I’m Jeckyl.” He said taking a sip of his drink. “Go right ahead, the survivors camp fire is about 50 meters that way if you ever want to go there.” He said pointing off to his left. “And there’s a lake that way about 80 meters that way.” He said pointing to the right. “It’s not much but it’s a solid middle ground between the two. That and most people go directly back to the camp fire.” He said smiling at the girl. “Thanks for being here, if you want some more hot chocolate I have a camp stove with some more. I can get you some more if you want.”

hello

“Hidey go!! How’s is going? What brings you to my neck of the woods?” He asked looking up and the girl. “Stay for a while, I made come hot coco.” He held out a small metal mug in her direction.

Same energy

By Alejandro Mirabal

Names Jeckyl. I’ve been around a while, hiding out in trees. And what’s wrong with a little fun? I’m sure you’d enjoy getting pictures of Freddy getting jumped… again. Have you been to the lake yet? It’s a great spot to rest between trials.

Hidey ho ghostie! How’s it going? Also what’s it like being a survivor at the moment? I’ve just been hanging around in the trees. When everything goes back to normal wanna try and get along? 2 crackheads is better than one~~

“And who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nor do I intend to drabble in such behaviour dear” 

Overheard at the survivors camp:

Jeckyl: ALRIGHTY WHERES FLAT ASS MCNUGGET, I JUST WANNA TALK.

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*climbing up a tree*

WHERE ARE YOU FUCK FACE. I WILL JUMP YOU

Other survivors: W h a t. T h e. H e l l.

Quentin: Freddy morri’d me…

Jeckyl: AND NOW HES A DEAD SON OF A BITCH.

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*distant screaming*

Jeckyl: WHAT DID I TELL YOU BITCH BOY. TOUCH HIM AND YOURE DEAD MEAT.