Cheryl Mason, who was previously known as Heather, attempted to rebuild her life after the tragic death of her adoptive father, Harry Mason. While she freed herself from the mad cult that pursued her since birth, Cheryl was shackled by the guilt of...
-Since this is the very first time for Cheryl Mason to encounter any of the things in the entity's worlds, some things won't be very accurate, like the names for example.
-This is a "Save the new survivor" part, which introduces a new survivor (and if there is a new killer it will introduce them too), so the places and some aspects are modified. This only applies to parts where a new survivor must be saved. The rest of the trails parts are almost exactly like the game.
I wanted to avoid confusion so I made this note, hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Caring and impulsive, Cheryl Mason, previously known as Heather, attempted to rebuild her life after the tragic death of her adoptive father, Harry Mason.
While she had freed herself from the religious cult that pursued her since birth, she was shackled by the guilt of her father's death. A darkness punished her every night under the guise of abominable nightmares.
To ease her conscience, she volunteered at a crisis intervention centre for troubled youth. Three months later, she aced training and could answer the crisis line without supervision. Yet little could have prepared her for the first call. All she heard was static. The air thickened as black fumes rose from the ground and suddenly she heard the voice of a woman — someone she thought she'd never hear from again.
"Why do you cling to this corrupt world? You know that only God can save us."
It couldn't be her — Claudia was dead. Suddenly, the world spun and she dropped to her knees, nauseous. Hot bile travelled up her throat and she retched warm blood on the floor. Then the spinning stopped as swiftly as it began. Cheryl looked up and saw she was somewhere else. A cold, hopeless place.
Cheryl's vision was blurry, she couldn't tell where she is. All she knew was she got transported somewhere else. She muttered, "No, not this again. Claudia... THAT BITCH IS STILL ALIVE?" Cheryl felt nauseous again and vomit more blood.
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