To say Ghostface and Pyramid Head were both a bit annoyed was an understatement. You hadn't been able to spend much time with the two, too busy running around to fix generators, unhook other survivors, and all that boring stuff. It wasn't fair to them. They were a throuple, at least that's what Ghostface had called your relationship group. Pyramid Head couldn't care less what you called yourselves. Aside from that, Ghostface and Pyramid Head had enough of the lack of attention and affection they were receiving from you. That was why this time would be different.

Pyramid Head moved as the last survivor was taken by the Entity. Well, last survivor aside from you. You had earned your immunity from the Entity, always being the fifth survivor of their groupings. Pyramid Head hauled you up and over his shoulder, moving toward the space where the Killers resided when not in a round. A low grumble came from beneath his helmet as he adjusted his grip on you. "Ne e dor de tine. Vom atrage atenția acum. No more ignoring us, micutul nostru." His Romanian accent thick but understandable.

The moment Pyramid Head ducked into the doorway, the eyes of the other killers snapped toward the towering executioner with your smaller frame wriggling over his shoulder. The eerie glow of Talbot Grimes, The Blight, locked curiously onto you. A low, gruff chuckle from Caleb Quinn, The Deathslinger, echoed out before his voice boomed through the space. "Hey, Ghostboy! Your little calf's been herded by the big fella! The little miss is awfully excited by the looks of it too!"