After practicing some normal English greetings, Ghostface had decided that he was ready to have trials.

"Mōshibun naku... Sō iunara... Anata wa jibun de sore o okonau koto ga dekimasu ka? " Wraith questioned.

"Hai, yūnōdearu hitsuyō ga arimasu. "

"Hai. Kōun o! "

"Watashiniha itsumo kōun ga arimasu. "

Wraith rolled his eyes as Ghostface disappeared into his own trial.

"I swear, he's like a child..." he smiled softly.

The man with the bell had went off to his own trial, deciding not to troll any of the killers this time.

=== Timeskip Boiiii ===

The trial finally starts. The survivors walk around, fixing generators and trying to find clues of who the killer may be.

"Guys, the killer might be Michael Myers. I haven't heard anything and there aren't any clues of any other killer." Claudette spoke into her microphone piece.

"Seriously??" Meg whisper yelled, baffled.

"But I thought he was doing a different trial?" Jake butted in.

"I don't- AHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Stabbing noises could be heard from the other end of everyone's mic. Then... A camera click?

"Claudette..? Claudette!?" Jake yelled.

"Hey! Leave me alone you stupid ghost mask!!" Dwight started yelling.

Footsteps thumping against the ground. Another stab noise happened as Dwight grunted in pain.

"Dwight? Dwight! Dwight, are you okay!?"

"No! Put me down!!" hitting noises were now heard into the speakers.

The man with glasses seemed to have been harshly dropped to the floor. A light, yet somewhat scary voice spoke.

"Kurō suru no o yamete kudasai! Anata wa sore muzukashi kushite iru. "

The scream of Dwight being hooked was a terrible noise. One that scared all the survivors out of their skin.

"Don't worry man... I'm gonna get you, kay?" Jake spoke quietly.

Meg and Jake decided to stay by each other's side just in case something terrible happens. Meanwhile, a stalky boi is hiding in the bushes, seeing what they're doing.

"Did we get a new killer?" Meg asked.

"Probably. I don't know any killer that speaks... What is that, Japanese?"

Meg whacks the back of Jake's head, "Of course it's Japanese idiot."

"Ow! Sorry, sorry."

The girl with braids sighed, "It's fine. Let's just get Dwight. You can run ahead, I'll watch out for the killer."

"Alright.. Be careful." Jake spoke softly.

"I will, I will. Jeez, stop being so overprotective."

Jake started to run forward, Meg starting to lag behind. Boy, was that a bad idea. Right as Meg had started walking a hand clasped over her mouth and she started getting dragged.

The unknown killer had black gloves on. That was what Meg could see at first. She then got brutally swung at a tree. The ginger looked up, terrified. She had seen that it wasn't Michael pulling a joke, but a boy in a ghost mask.

"Wh-Who are you!?" she yelled.

The killer stayed silent, scraping his finger over the blade of the tactical knife. Almost in one movement, the mysterious killer stabbed Meg right in the ribs. The pain was unbearable. Blood poured out uncontrollably.

Meg tried to scream, yet nothing came out. The red substance started dripping over her clothes, staining them red. It dripped to the floor, and it soon started to spill out of her mouth. Tears started streaming down her face.

The poor girl wanted to scream so much, yet she couldn't. Meg got stabbed in the head. The killer sat next to her, taking out a camera. She looked over with her eyes, as her body felt numb, and the knife was still stuck in her head.

Click.

=== Jake's PoV and Timeskip===

Jake had gotten hooked, this only being his first. The masked slasher laughed at his helpless state, soon leaving to do who knows what. The black haired male got off the hook, once again searching for his cru- Ahem, his leader.

After a while of wandering, he saw Dwight struggling against the Entity's tentacle thing. Jake ran over quickly, taking the struggling boy off of the hook.

"Thank you.." Dwight whispered.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Lemme patch you up." Jake spoke.

He started to wrap Dwight's wounds in bandages, the shorter male wincing every once in a while. A couple minutes later, they had began their way to finish the remaining generators.

Before they could finish the generator, the killer jumped onto Dwight and slashed. The mysterious killer downed Dwight instantly. He picked up Dwight, walking to a hook. Jake immediately went to the hook the masked man was taking his leader, though he was unsuccessful as he himself got hit.

Jake mouthed 'sorry' as he went off to find a medkit. Hearing Dwight's yelling made shiver go down the boy's spine. His nervous leader was in trouble and instead of helping, he decided to find a medkit!? The black haired boy mentally facepalmed himself.

It was too late to get Dwight though. Jake's breathing became heavy. Luckily, he came across a chest and searched through it. Unluckily, there was no medkit.

"Dang... New killer, no luck." he breathed out.

Jake's statment was correct, as he instantly got hit, also getting downed on the first hit.

"Anata o mitsukemashita... " a soft voice cooed.

Despite the fact that the voice sounded like a caring mother's voice, Jake knew better than to fall for it. He then got hoisted up into the air. The black haired boy was surprised by the short killer's tight grip on him. Jake decided to push that thought back for later and started struggling. To his surprise, he got dropped harshly.

"Kimi mo!? Nan demo.. " the Japanese boy sighed.

Yet again, Jake got picked up. And even more yet agains, he was surprised. This slasher was not playing any games at all. He's all business. Which begs the question... Why?

'Why is he so determined..?' Jake wonders.

Before the black haired male could answer his own question with a guess, a pain sprung through him, causing the poor survivor to yell in pain. The boy behind the ghost mask giggled with glee, obviously happy about the suffering he was going through.

The killer's giggling had stopped abruptly. He walked away.

'Did.... Did he hear something? Whatever. Now's my chance to escape again!'

Jake struggled to get off, only making the bar at the bottom left corner go down more quickly. He tried a couple more times and eventually died of the hook.