Halloween Waltz | Feng Min | Dead By Daylight - Open

High above the sea of trees was a moon, it’s light cast down like a spotlight with the beam growing softer at the wide lens. It was a clearing, illuminated by it’s light, with pumpkins decorated along the edges, maybe one or two nearer the center. Candles that would never burn out, never cause a forest fire, accompanied them. In the tree branches were little triangular pennant flags of the classic orange and black color palette.

The dirt here wasn’t as rubble filled, almost smoothed over for a purpose. Her mind instantly went to sacrifices, naturally, all that was missing was the alter and hook…

No, to her surprise it was for dancing. The indicator being the music that lightly played. An ambient track, voiceless and more idle to fill in for background noise than anything for actual dancing. Feng wasn’t a dancer, she didn’t know how even in this eternal place…

A twirl? Maybe, how hard could that really be? Footloose? No absolutely not get away from her with that. She gets thrown around, gutted, eaten alive and so on. No way was dancing going to be another physical activity for her to be harmed by.

No bunny today. Feng had her little blonde bob style though. The wig gifted to her after a particularly good trial. A black shirt that could be mistaken for a dress on her petite form only made more so by her skirt underneath giving the illusion. Same color. The shirt itself had a white little stitch pattern forming a heart. The skirt had pockets much to her delight.

So, with nothing to do and no one around. She spun around in the center of the clearing. Slow at first, testing the air flow and watching her skirt pick up just slightly before spinning faster until she was dizzy. The wig’s ends becoming wild in her little self entertainment. She stopped, tumbled down—as safely as she could while dizzy—to the ground and giggled to herself. Staring up at the sky that seem like a watchful eye. She wouldn’t be wrong, that thing up there is always watching. Their pain, their fear, the little bits of joy they share among themselves.

Feng hated this thing. She always will.

But for now, she wouldn’t mind learning how to dance…