Following story bit is written by coolpizzacook go give them headpats and such. Better nerf the pig amiright?

The Entity pitted Amanda against 4 seemingly dimwitted Dwights, an easy match that would feed the Entity plentiful hope and animosity from the survivors and killer alike.

Sure, there was a hiccup at the start though nothing her hunter hasn't recovered from before. As the match progressed and "The Pig" continued underperforming, she sensed a new emotion from her hunter.

Anxiety...

Anxiety for what? If she managed to kill at least 1 then she wouldn't need to worry, and she was poised to do so. Yet anxiety led to misplays, that goal slipping further from her hands and soon enough...it was over.

Amanda can only watch as the 4 survivors tea-bag at the exit before escaping. The overwhelming anxiety became fear as the Entity manifests her claws around Amanda.

Fear has no real flavor, but it would do. The claws began to wrap around the Pig as she struggled. One strong kick sent a loose boot away and a claw just so happened to drag itself along the newly exposed hoove.

A new flavor landed on the lips of the Entity. Unknown and... delicious...

One drag became two, then five, then ten. Her hunter was struggling and fighting against laughter. Fog surrounded their legs and solidified as her claws focused upon their new targets. Is this perhaps the flavor? Joy? No... it was something more. The distant remembered taste of Joy was less flavorful and filling than this. This new sensation was something she NEEDED more of.

Amanda didn't complain when her traps timer was lengthened. It was a fluke, and she could easily keep up. She started to get suspicious when the speed of her ambushes was hindered by fog around her legs. Her fears were confirmed as she huffed after being reprimanded for her latest failed trial. Her boots had thin metal across the bottoms, a distinct clack from each step ruining any chances of sneaking up on the survivors.

The Entity wanted her to keep failing. To give a reason to torment her. Stacking odds to eat her Hope of avoiding punishment, then drink the ambrosia that is her soft, ticklish hooves and the Anguish as tears fill her eyes, lungs heaving in foggy air just to laugh and squeal every gasp out.

All Amanda could truly hope for is that the Entity decided to punish other killers like this. Maybe she'd be given less handicaps then...