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Jane let out a long exhale.
To her right, Chance sat, upper torso naked, revealing hickeys. So many hickeys, starting from his neck, which almost seems purple, down to his chest, to his stomach, and his pelvic line, Jane can guarantee that his pajama pants are covering even more. He seems thoroughly fucked through, his shades nowhere to be found, eyes fighting off sleep. His fedora is also lost, showcasing his wild hair, thick strands going in all directions.
To her left, TwoTime's robe flowed, a semi-opaque thing that failed to hide whatever animal ravaged them thoroughly. Weird scars were everywhere, almost like a knife had been grazed through their skin in multiple areas. Jane shudders, not wanting to indulge in whatever kinks TwoTime might be into. They keep stretching their back, relieving the ache in their lower back. They seemed out of it, not wanting to be in this emergency meeting Jane called at ALL.
"I know you're fucking the killers." Jane let out at once. Both of her fellow survivors whipped towards them, eyes wide, as if their parental figure had caught them in the act (which, in defense, did happen). "And don't tell me you're hooking up with the pizza guy or whatever, because we ALL know that's not happening." Chance gulps, and suddenly, TwoTime finds the floor very interesting.
"So come clean, who and when? Are you participating in intercourse during the rounds, or have the killers figured out how to get into your cabins?"
Silence followed, no one coming clean. Jane clears her throat very loudly, shooting daggers at both of them, a stare that makes the message clear. Come clean or else.
"I can always have this conversation with ALL the survivors at tomorrow's meeting. I'm sure they'd also LOVE to hear about your affairs with the killers."
"It's Mafioso!" Chance squeaks, then puts his head down in shame. TwoTimes jaw drops, and Jane lets out a partially relieved, partially disappointed sigh. "It started with a really heated makeout session in Horror Hotel; everyone was in the round and alive, hence no spectators. And then he somehow found a way into my cabin, and it's been going strong ever since." He confesses, a quiet voice muffeled by his hands.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT YOU WHORE!" TwoTime exclaims, throwing their head back in a fit of laughter. "I KNEW I wasn't going crazy hearing moans and Italian curse words when I was setting up a prayer for the Spawn at the holy hour of 3 am, and you guys didn't believe me! You didn't believe that Chance was fucking like a rabbit with a kill-" Jane sharply cuts them off from their tangent, before staring at them.
"Your turn, 'fess up." She says, deadpanned. That shuts TwoTime up real good, as they start fidgeting with their hands. Jane squints into their soul really hard, as if she's reading into it like a book. She lets out a little "tch", making TwoTime jump, before one word leaves her mouth that makes their soul leave their body.
"Azure." They go pale.
"When and where TwoTime? I need to know this so I can put measures in place so everyone stays safe."
"Early dawn, he meets me at the nightshade field he planted, it's far from the survivors' camp, so we should be safe." They mutter quickly under their breath, pale skin reddening with every word said. Now, it's Chance's turn to laugh.
"At least I'm not into exhibitionism." He remarks. TwoTime swings their head towards the man, an odd calm in their eyes.
"You bitch." And they pounce, dagger in hand. They would've landed on their prey if they weren't knocked back thanks to the barrier Jane had created using the handle of her axe.
"Thank you for your cooperation. So we now know that two killers, potentially three, know how to get into the survivors' camp. This brings up the concern if they would infiltrate our camp with ill intentions. I don't have any problems with you guys participating in bootycalls, and I'm guessing they don't have their abilities outside of round times, too, correct?" The two nod. "Okay, good. So at least there's no potential to wake up to Nosferatu sucking on someone's blood. Do you know how they get in?"
"I don't know, Don just casually knocks on my door. Maybe there's a pathway connecting the two camps, maybe Specter originally made it like that so he can keep an eye on us?" Chance proposes. Jane ponders, before turning back to TwoTime.
"TwoTime, where's the nightshade field?" They jerk up, clearly wary of releasing such a private place's location. "Not exactly, but give me a compass point. Maybe Azure had planted it deliberately somewhere in the middle, maybe I'll find some sort of path that confirms Chance's theory, or something like that." She reassures them. To be frank, Jane has NO interest in seeing TwoTime getting absolutely pounded randomly at 5:23 am.
"It's south west, head towards the sound of a flowing river." TwoTime discloses all the information they ever will about the location. Jane hums, mentally noting it down.
"And let's also invest in some soundproof walls for you, Chance. We really don't want this getting out. Dussekar had managed to soundproof Shed's and Guest's cabins when Brighteyes and Daisy had spawned, and I'll get him to do the same for you. Don't worry, I won't talk about the sex part, but instead I'll say you've recently started practicing your shooting for more accuracy, and it's been disrupting my sleep." Hearing this, Chance's posture relaxes. It was already hard keeping quiet, and apparently, to TwoTime, they're already really loud. But also, it's TwoTime, so take their statement with a grain of salt.
"I'll check out the area and uncover how the killers have managed to get through. I'll leave it undisturbed for now, but if killers start potentially harming us after round hours, I will take action. Okay?" The two nod, and seeing it, Jane smiles.
"My gosh, I cannot believe I'm housing two bottoms. I expected better from you both." She jokes, lightly laughing. They both flush up, ready to defend their case, but Jane cuts both of them off. It's been a long night already.
"Alrighty then, get some sleep, kiddos. We want everyone to survive tomorrow's rounds. And remember, whatever was said here stays here. Love you two, and make sure to practice safe sex!"
"Love you too, Jane."
"May the spawn bless you."
As they all stand up to leave, Chance pauses, frowns, and turns to Jane. Seeing his reaction, Jane pauses in her track, turning to address his confusion.
"Anything I can help you with, Chance?"
"Jane, you mentioned that three killers might potentially know how to get to our camp. We only discussed two- Don and Azure, who's the third?"
TwoTime's head perks up, realizing that Chance is right. Who's the third? A sly smile breaks out.
"My, don't tell me our dear Jane is ALSO fucking a killer!" They remark. Chance gasps, and Jane's face flushes red. She tugs on her oversized t-shirt, as if it'll protect her exposed secret.
"...Yes, I am, but unlike you two, we're actually married, so it makes sense." Jane turns, clearly signalling the end of the conversation as she grabs the doorknob to leave, but the two aren't gonna let it rest till they have answers.
"Married? You're MARRIED to one of the killers?!" Chance exclaims a bit too loudly, and Jane immediately covers his mouth to shut him up. He catches the glint of her golden wedding band and lets out a smirk, before a fit of laughter.
"No fucking way, who??" He inquires, muffled by Jane's hand. Jane reddens up, releasing his mouth as she wipes off his spit from her palm.
"...That's none of your business."
"Oh yes, it is now! No way you made us expose who we're hooking up with, and expect to get away with it." TwoTime remarks as the two of them corner her against the door.
"Is his dick big?" Chance asks, and they both cackle as Jane starts stuttering and burning up.
"You two... this is INCREDIBLY inappropriate. Cut it out and go to sleep, it's past your bedtime!" She scolds them, but they aren't letting it go.
"Oh, so his dick IS big, hmmm, means his frame should equally be big. Eliminates that twink Noli, Slasher is hella short, and 1x's a twig." TwoTime notes down. Jane gawks. This CANNOT be happening; they actually can't be guessing who her husband is.
And curse the world because Chance has ANOTHER eurika moment, using up all his brain power in the span of 2 minutes.
"It's John Doe, isn't it. Hell, you share the same LAST NAME." Seeing Jane's face flush a deeper shade of red than before, he knows he's struck gold. The two of them cackle at their discovery, no way the MOM of the group is fucking a killer.
"...Good night," Jane mutters, before hurrying out of the cabin.
"IS HIS DICK ALSO CORRUPTED?!" She hears TwoTime scream out, and she mentally curses the kids out.
Oh, she's so fucked.
As she approaches her cabin, she sees a faint reddish hue illuminating from the inside.
Oh, and she's so gonna be fucked.
(Real good)