Warning: Meg has a breakdown, 1,5k words of fluff.

Meg had stopped to take a moment's rest. She was fairly exhausted, the sprinting took a toll on her, she had just gotten away from The Hillbilly.

She hid behind some slashed tires. She looked around her and she had frozen, then she suddenly placed her head in her hands.

Everything should be okay for now... Nothing bad happened, right? She was supposed to be genuinely content! The survivors had been escaping more and more... She found some crazy good loot as well...

Meg started shaking uncontrollably as she began sobbing. Why was she here? She hated this place. What demon possessed her into coming to this place, getting stuck in a loop of death and despair? Her tears fell onto her knees, and she had shielded her face from the world as she hugged her knees.

She really missed home. Her friends, her family! Hell, her coach was most likely worried sick since she never went missing after her rebellious years...

Meg had heard a loud chainsaw, making her sob even harder. Maybe this time she would die once and for all. A deep shadow had engulfed her, savagely devouring her hope.

The flicker of humanity in Meg was slowly dwindling. Bravery, hope, determination. All of these were fading as the smoke covered meg like an aura.

The chainsaw stopped, and her spine chills were supernaturally warning her of a vicious gaze set upon her.

But this time, it did not come with malicious intents of murder.

"G-Go away." She sobbed as she tried to curl herself even more. Maybe she would disappear from the world if she tried her best.

She started hearing snarls, closer and closer. Maybe he had a Memento Mori?

Meg wouldn't mind. After all...She had died so many times by the killers' hands... One more time wouldn't mean such a great deal anymore. For the most part, she had developed an iron will, her pained moans haven't been heard for a long while.

She felt someone gently tug her left braid. Was it one of her friends? The heartbeat was still loud, so there is no way that someone would get "feely" during these moments.

No one, except her.

"I said...Jake, Dwight. Whoever you are, I don't want to continue anymore. I give up. Maybe Billy will come for me and you'll be able to get the generators and go." She sighed trying to regain her calm spirit, yet to no avail.

"Please..." She begged, her puffy eyes hidden away from whoever was near her. "J-Just go. I guess you have better things to do..." She felt the heartbeat fade as the presence had left her. Good.

She would only take a moment's rest, not a bit more. Then she would be back to surviving. All she needed, as a teenager and a girl, most likely as a victim too, was to cry for a bit. The missing fragments of her soul had left a small crack into her vital flare.

The heartbeat returned, a wild tempo had boomed into her ears. The Hillbilly was close yet again.

Did the shadows help him this time? She would note that they are, perhaps he is looking for her. Maybe after this match the Entity will decide that she's useless; a broken carcass of the brave, fiery girl she used to be.

She felt a rough, skinny hand pull her hands, the cage which kept her weak expression away from the world. She yelped, surprised by the strength her fellow survivor had.

No ma'am. That's no survivor. That's the killer himself.

She went rigid. She was definitely hallucinating. Maybe all the crying had done some brain damage somehow, or all the deaths have left their marks on her sanity.

"Just do it or take your time, I don't care anymore." Meg had stopped sobbing and put a tough face on, hoping to scare the mean killer away.

He had watched her with his white eyes, staring into her puffy baby blue eyes. Billy tilted his head and raised one hand towards her face.

Most likely he'll gouge my eyes out. Meg grimly thought. She was suddenly self conscious. Even a killer was merciful enough to put her our of her misery, right?

The 'monster' had wiped her tears away, albeit a bit roughly. He must have never taken care of another human.

"W-What are you doing...? Why...?" She inquired, her eyes were shining from all the tears she had spilled. She was so broken, her voice was ragged.

The Hillbilly had huffed before grabbing a notebook and a pen, he brought them here in order to hold a conversation after all. It is not often that he speaks to the others. He let his cattle hammer down and put his chainsaw next to Meg.

"I have seen you cry. What happened? Just yesterday you were bravely taunting me." Billy's handwriting was messy, just like a child's, yet the words seemed to be mature enough. Meg gulped as she looked at the notebook -which was more or less as large as a journal - then stared back into his eyes.

Well, he seemed to be patient on her comprehending the whole "I won't kill you yet." ordeal.

"I'm...just tired of all of this. I'd sell my soul to return home, to see my family." She whispered as she played with her thumbs. "I guess... Maybe I wanted to disappear, maybe it would be for the best." Her low tone alarmed the killer. She was one of the bravest survivors along with Jake.

Sighing, he had grabbed the survivor and walked with her towards an unknown place. She knew better than to thrash in his grasp, especially when she was...carried bridal style. Meg feared that she may fall, so she held onto the unnamed son's top.

The Hillbilly hummed as he blushed, and Meg weakly smiled. If this was some sort of Stockholm Syndrome, she did not know. But she decided to go with the flow ever since she plopped on the ground back there.

She felt herself being lowered and her back hit a soft thing; a dusty mattress. Meg sighed as she lay still. What was he going to do?

Billy had gotten her head on his lap and gently untangled her hair, freeing her hair from her braids. She felt an odd peace from this and closed her eyes in content. After a while, she could feel a brush on her hair.

"Why are you doing this? Weren't you supposed to kill me?" She inquired, curious about the sudden change.

The brushing stopped for a second and she grew worried. Did she mess up again?

She opened her eyes as the killer had gently placed the journal in her lap.

"I got...attached to you. The Entity had let me spare you for once, since I sacrificed my Ebony Memento Mori for this." Meg froze. So he burned one of those "Kill them all" things?

"Woah...I...Why me?" Meg looked upside down, only to see the man's white eyes stuck on her. He had raised one of his hands and caressed her cheeks, gently going towards where a tear was forming again.

"I-Is...A-Am I ma-king yo-o-ou unc-com-f-fort-able...?" Meg had shaken her head. He didn't do anything wrong now, had he? She decided to return the heartfelt gesture by reaching with her hand to his deformed side, tracing fluid lines on his cheek area.

"Thank you...For making me feel a bit better. I...I didn't think you'd actually be this...nice." She thought about how he always let her leave, about how Billy had always chased someone else instead of her.

He slightly curled up around Meg and she got up. Billy was confused. Was she like...rejecting him? His sunshine was rejecting him?

No. She gently hugged him, his hands falling to his side in shock. Someone accepted him!

Meg smiled. Maybe being here...wasn't that bad. "T-Thanks..."

She nestled her head on his chest, hearing his loud heartbeat. This was the thing she kept running away from. This heartbeat...These eyes. The revving of the chainsaw.

Maybe for once she could enjoy their moment of peace. Billy hugged her tight as, this time, he started sobbing.

"Why are you crying?" Meg was worried, and Billy didn't bother fetching the notebook. "A-Acc...Acceptance..." He muttered, and Meg understood.

Due to his looks, he must have been cast away. His family probably treated him like an animal.

All he was looking for was a family.

"Yes.. I won't abandon you..." Meg whispered, remembering that she had once felt like an outcast too.

Billy slowly backed away and he placed a chaste kiss onto Meg's lips, making her blush wildly. "H-Hey! W-What makes you think that it's okay..." He hung his head in shame before Meg continued. "To not expect a kiss from me as a reply?" She giggled as she kissed his cheek. He laughed, and everything seemed to be more than okay now.

She suddenly heard several whispers, and there was only one thing which could whisper like that. The Entity.

"Time's up." It whispered as Meg suddenly felt a splitting headache, and Billy cried in pain. Meg felt her consciousness fade away as Billy held onto her as tight as he could.

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