I don't know how long I stood there with my eyes closed, expecting to die. I must not have breathed the entire time because when I eventually opened my eyes and saw the figure before me, I didn’t have any air in my lungs to scream.

"Step right up," a voice proclaimed with a broken, staticky sound. "You've won a ticket!"

The figure before me was not a scarecrow, no. It was Silas the Showman, the creepy fortune-telling animatronic we gotten our tickets from.

His lights had lit up, his arms were moving, and I could hear the whirs of motors making his mouth move. His flashlight clicked on and off, and the red button flashed.

I fell backward, almost falling through the row of corn behind me. I scooted forward in a rush, hoping not to accidentally break the wall of corn and get myself killed.

Benny had judged me to be worthy of living but I still think he would have killed me for breaking the rules.

I stood up and stared at the machine before me. Surely it couldn't hurt to push the button and get another ticket, but my entire body was numb, and my brain wasn't processing as quickly as I would like.

I reached out my hand, trembling, and pressed the button. A ticket dropped down into the receptacle, much like the original three had earlier that day. I reached and grabbed it. It was a player trope. This one was purple. I don't remember any of my friends getting a purple ticket. It glowed brightly at first as I held it in my hand and read it.

The Oblivious Bystander

Player Trope

Equip to any Minor Archetype

Stat Used: Moxie

Often played up for comedy, the Oblivious Bystander survives not because of their wit or bravery, but because they simply did not perceive the danger at hand. They weren't looking; they were busy on their phones or smoking a cigarette while their compatriots were silently murdered in the background.

If you can convincingly portray the oblivious bystander, monsters will not attack you. However, the moment you reveal that you've seen them, they will have no mercy.