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The Entity
It shuddered and groaned in a language that no other being could comprehend. It was restless and bored, but above that, it was starving. Its powers had weakened from overuse. It chastised itself for being so greedy; Did it really think that there would be no consequences for taking so many people as fast as it had? This was the first time that it had tried taking so many subjects in such a short amount of time. In just 3 years, it had accumulated nearly 20 victims and 20 servants.
Building so many trial grounds and molding each Killer to its liking had taken a toll on the Entity. This wasn't even taking into account how many of the subjects the Entity had to breathe life into, since several of them were long dead in their own worlds. The Entity was the only thing keeping them alive. One wrong move and Rin Yamaoka would succumb to the wounds her father had inflicted so long ago; Adam Francis would be mangled by the wreckage that the Entity had so narrowly saved him from.
The hunger had become too much to bear. It knew that it had to do something drastic, to collect as much food as possible while also ridding itself of some of the humans it had brought here. But what?
It gazed upon its domain, including the campfire the Survivors called home, where the botanist was showing the track star how to make bandages from nature. It looked on as the man in the yellow apron cooked a disgusting concoction for the emaciated swamp dweller. It watched over the sickly priestess as she prepared for her next trial.
Then, the Entity knew its solution; A trial unlike any before. One last chance for the subjects of this realm to return to their homes. The Entity thought longingly of the feast it would have after a trial like that, and immediately began working.
This had to be larger than any trial grounds it had ever built. In order to create a new, unique trial grounds, the Entity would have to take another servant, which was out of the question. Instead, it would combine the already existing places, mashing them together like the bizarre works of the artist from Ormond; Full of contrasting colors and styles. The Entity worked tirelessly, getting by on meager meals from ongoing trials. Time was not linear in its home, but the Entity knew this was its biggest and longest creation yet. When it was finally done, it checked over its work, scouring it for any errors. Eventually, it stopped, satisfied by what it had made for the trial.
What it had created was truly massive, about the size of a small city: The stairs in the Temple of Purgation led down into the laboratory of Hawkins, Indiana, while the MacMillan mines were surrounded by cornfields. Haddonfield and Badham had been combined to make one large neighborhood next to the caravan that the Clown called home. The Asylum that Sally Smithson had worked in for decades was filled with large chunks of the Gideon Meat Plant.
It knew that there was still work to be done, but The Entity felt pure excitement. Once the Killers who will participate have been determined, the grand trial will begin and it won't have to worry about starvation for eons to come. It was almost time.
The Entity shivered in anticipation.