[She's going to kill Josh. No, scratch that, she's going to kill everyone on this fucking mountain for this. For leaving her here with these-- what even are these, fucked up mountain lions? God, she should've just kept the flare gun. It'd come in real handy right now that this thing is staring her down. Hasn't she lost enough tonight? She can't decide if this cat thing is scarier than the wendigos she just escaped from or not, but right now, this is the threat, this is the thing she needs to worry about, so calm down, Em. Breathe. Focus.
Shit, is that electricity crackling in its whiskers?]
Shit. Fuck. Okay. Okay.
[Maybe if she stays still... does this thing work like that? The wendigo seemed to lose interest in her whenever she just stayed still, and isn't that a thing, that running away from predators sends them the "I'm your prey, have a fucking ball eating me" signal? Or, shit, is she supposed to try to intimidate it? Goddamnit. If the others weren't such goddamn shitstains, they'd be here, and maybe this thing would be more afraid of her. There's strength in numbers, right? Or hell, she could stand behind someone. Or throw someone at them. Yeah, how would you like that, Ashley? Fuck you. All you do is whine and cry while at least the others are useful somehow.
Okay. Breathe. Call for the only two people who aren't absolute fucking assholes.]
Matt? Sam?
[Okay, fine, she'll take anyone's help at this point, though they'd better not expect any thanks, not after they abandoned her in the first place.] ...anybody?
[ShitshitSHIT, it moved its head a little!
Okay. Intimidation time. Deep breath, yell at the top of your lungs--]
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU STUPID FUCKING CAT.
[buried alive]
[What the fuck kind of fucked up prank is this??]
This isn't funny, Josh!!
[Can they even hear her? And she can't text them-- wait, is this a phone next to her? With battery? And signal? Yes.]
Oh, you guys are gonna get it.
Get me the fuck out of here RIGHT NOW!!! [...she posts to the network.]
[pet peeved, or: emily's default setting]
[Literally ALL OF HER FRIENDS are fucking assholes. Except Sam, she's not bad. Kind of lame, but whatever. And Matt, who may have goddamn failed to save her when the tower fell, but he tried.
Threaten to kill her. How fucking dare they? And over nothing! Fuck Ashley and her scaredy-cat ass, fuck Chris for not defending her from the others. Fuck Mike, fucking dipshit that he is, for pointing a gun at her.
Emily is so wrapped up in her rage that she doesn't see she's about to bump into someone. So of course she does just that, then turns swiftly to face them as she snaps,] Watch where you're going, idiot!
Emily | Until Dawn
[She's going to kill Josh. No, scratch that, she's going to kill everyone on this fucking mountain for this. For leaving her here with these-- what even are these, fucked up mountain lions? God, she should've just kept the flare gun. It'd come in real handy right now that this thing is staring her down. Hasn't she lost enough tonight? She can't decide if this cat thing is scarier than the wendigos she just escaped from or not, but right now, this is the threat, this is the thing she needs to worry about, so calm down, Em. Breathe. Focus.
Shit, is that electricity crackling in its whiskers?]
Shit. Fuck. Okay. Okay.
[Maybe if she stays still... does this thing work like that? The wendigo seemed to lose interest in her whenever she just stayed still, and isn't that a thing, that running away from predators sends them the "I'm your prey, have a fucking ball eating me" signal? Or, shit, is she supposed to try to intimidate it? Goddamnit. If the others weren't such goddamn shitstains, they'd be here, and maybe this thing would be more afraid of her. There's strength in numbers, right? Or hell, she could stand behind someone. Or throw someone at them. Yeah, how would you like that, Ashley? Fuck you. All you do is whine and cry while at least the others are useful somehow.
Okay. Breathe. Call for the only two people who aren't absolute fucking assholes.]
Matt? Sam?
[Okay, fine, she'll take anyone's help at this point, though they'd better not expect any thanks, not after they abandoned her in the first place.] ...anybody?
[ShitshitSHIT, it moved its head a little!
Okay. Intimidation time. Deep breath, yell at the top of your lungs--]
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU STUPID FUCKING CAT.
[buried alive]
[What the fuck kind of fucked up prank is this??]
This isn't funny, Josh!!
[Can they even hear her? And she can't text them-- wait, is this a phone next to her? With battery? And signal? Yes.]
Oh, you guys are gonna get it.
Get me the fuck out of here RIGHT NOW!!! [...she posts to the network.]
[pet peeved, or: emily's default setting]
[Literally ALL OF HER FRIENDS are fucking assholes. Except Sam, she's not bad. Kind of lame, but whatever. And Matt, who may have goddamn failed to save her when the tower fell, but he tried.
Threaten to kill her. How fucking dare they? And over nothing! Fuck Ashley and her scaredy-cat ass, fuck Chris for not defending her from the others. Fuck Mike, fucking dipshit that he is, for pointing a gun at her.
Emily is so wrapped up in her rage that she doesn't see she's about to bump into someone. So of course she does just that, then turns swiftly to face them as she snaps,] Watch where you're going, idiot!