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[right][b]Interactions:[/b] Terrible Tyler [@NoriWasHere] & Loser Lexi [@Fernstone]
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As the shadow of the monster loomed over Vicky her cries for help became an unintelligible waterfall of curses that harmonized into one final, primal scream. With impending doom rapidly descending upon her, the drunk, confused, and scared girl was allowed a final moment of clarity, a chance for self-reflection, perhaps even an opportunity for one last confession and atonement for the pain her selfishness and jealousy had caused. Instead she could only fixate on how it was totally utter bullshit that Victoria Prescott’s legacy wouldn’t be a lucrative multi-million dollar deal with Nike, but rather reduced to being example 1A in a mandatory assembly held inside of the school’s gymnasium to scare students about the dangers of underage drinking.

She crossed her arms defensively in front of her face as the creature began to swing at her. She closed her eyes as she braced for impact. Vicky felt her body shift but there was no pain. Weird. She’d assumed death would hurt like hell, just like she assumed death would be the end of her consciousness, but neither seemed to be the case. Slowly, she started to open her eyes, praying silently that she wasn’t standing in the waiting line to get into to hell, feeling for the first time in her life a sense of relief to still be in Cornell, a sense of relief that evaporated as fast as it had materialized, her arms dropping from her face, her eyes widening in horror as they witnessed what had been meant to happen to her instead happen to Corey. 

Had her prayer been answered? Was this divine intervention? Jesus Christ, she was sorry for every wrong she had committed, as well as for doubting the existence of a higher power, and also for that one time she’d strong-armed Daniel into stealing communion wine at Bible Camp (even though it had turned out to be only grape juice). Even as fear dimmed the world around her, even as another nightmare made of obsidian and hellfire joined the fray and started fighting the monster, she could sense His presence. It smelled weirdly like Axe Body Spray. She could even feel Him on the wall next to her. She reached out to Him without looking, her hand slipping into his and squeezing it for strength and stability. 

This was it. She would be a better person. Starting…

[color=b13a3a]”You owe me a fucking drummer, Tyler!”[/color]

…now? Vicky turned her head and discovered that she was only standing in the presence of the Almighty Douchebag. [i]Oh, goddamnit![/i] The last thing this little bitch needed was to further have his ego boosted by comparing him to the big JC. How did Vicky get over here? Why was Lexi screaming at him about something so stupid when there was a fucking monster killing people? Most importantly, why was Vicky still HOLDING HIS GROSS ASS HAND, EW! Tyler was totally the kind of psycho who didn’t wash his hands after taking a piss, proudly subjugating the entire world to deal with his jock juice. 

And yet, even with that horrifying thought rattling around inside of her skull, she tightened her grasp on his hand, fake nails anchoring into his palm to counteract her hand slipping free due to Chef’s still warm blood that covered her from head to toe.

As Lexi began to cut a warpath across the warehouse, another war ended as soon as it had begun right over her shoulder. Vicky stared in awe as the dark knight struck what should’ve been a killing blow to the monster, only for the thing to ripple and tear and reconstruct. It was eerily reminiscent of that time where Vicky had been lab partnered with that Jared freak to dissect a fetal pig and she had been held hostage as he turned their project into a Cronenbergian horrorshow. The shifting monstrosity, using the knight’s own weapon as leverage, threw its opponent so hard that it crashed through the wall, its departure as abrupt and sudden as its arrival. 

More importantly, it had created a new exit. A temporary one, judging by the ear piercing screech of twisting metal hanging above the hole like the blade of an executioner, impatiently waiting to forever seal their fate. 

[color=32cd32]“Fuck her, let’s go,”[/color] begged Vicky, draping Chef’s jacket over her arm so that she didn’t trip again. 


Vicky grabbed Tyler’s arm, pulling at him to draw his attention away from Lexi and towards their salvation. She leaned on him, her steps unsteady, her grip tightening on Tyler, as much for support as it was for possessiveness. It was by sheer happenstance that, by turning towards the hole in the wall, it would mean that Tyler was blocking Vicky from the monster. Yet briefly, as Vicky leaned around Tyler’s frame to steal a glance at Lexi, her expression shifted from one of terror to something almost terrifying as she hit Lexi with a vicious sneer. The sneer said, “if anyone’s going to use this big, stupid asshole as a meatshield, it’s going to be me!”  

Then it was gone, the fear returning to Vicky’s eyes as the ground shook, her mouth slackening as she saw the monster split open, reassemble, and shift its attention towards Lexi. If Vicky had to rank the people she hated in Cornell, and that list was long, Lexi would be vying with that stupid fuckface Danny Graham for the number one spot. No, actually, she would take number one, because at least with Danny Graham he actually had a reason to be a jerk to Vicky, even if it wasn’t her fault, but Lexi, Lexi, Lexi had no reason to act like such a bitch and yet she still did and it drove Vicky absolutely insane! There was nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing more in the world Vicky would love to do than watch Lexi eat shit and die. She deserved it. She totally deserved it!

And so, with vile contempt and the kind of self-loathing that would take years to reconcile with, it pained Vicky greatly as she screamed at Lexi, [b][color=32cd32]“IT’S BEHIND YOU, YOU DUMB BITCH! LOOK OUT!”[/color][/b]