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b0n3s-is-gay · 1 year

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May I request Makoto Naegi who catches his female! roommate/ best friend getting off with a few sex toys?

Can the reader also be short, small chested and have nipple piercings as well :3

Hehehehe, absolutely Anon! also it's funny cause I was going to put on some music and my youtube profile is Makoto 💀

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I'm Right here though

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Tags: Modern AU, Smut, Voyerism, Toy usage, Friends to lovers, hidden feelings, Nipple peircings, pulling on nipple peircings, virginity loss, Swith! Reader and Makoto

summary: While you were taking a test run on your brand new toy, your best friend, Makoto Naegi, walks in on your little test. he decides to let you ride and try something new and better than a piece of silicon. why not have a bit of fun with his crush, No?

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I rushed into my house and slammed the door shut. My head was running with excitement because I just got my package of new toy to play with. I hope Makoto isn't home... But then again I'm not complaining if he is though.

I ran up the stairs and into my room. My hands were clutching the package, I was so ready to pry open the package that it hurt. I jumped on my bed and ripped open my package. My newest toy had just come in, a vibrating dildo. It was black and was around 7 and a half inches.

"Quite a nice size... I guess I was expecting it to be a bit smaller..." I whispered to myself while discarding my shorts and underwear. I was about to turn it on when I got an idea. I tossed my shirt to the side as I pulled on my peircings on my chest.

I moaned out as I switched the toy on while still pulling at the little rings that adorned my chest. I grabbed the toy and started moving it. "Fuck... Makoto~ you feel so good!" I whispered-moaned as I rode the vibrating toy.

I was so consumed in the feelings, I didn't notice that the door to our shared apartment had opened up signifying that Makoto was infact probably hearing my siren like moans. "Fuuck~ Makoto... You make me feel so good, I wonder if the real thing is better!" I moaned out in euphoria. I squeezed my eyes shut as I slammed down on the vibrating toy again. My door creaked open as I kept enjoying the feeling of being so full.

Makoto stood there watching me get off on a fake dick while moaning his name like it was a song that only you would sing for him. He felt slightly jealous because he was standing right here while you rode a fake dick when he has a real one that'll bring you so much more pleasure than a lose bit of motors and silicon. His dick trobbed as he watched you scream his name as you clenched around the toy.

"Hey, Y/n... maybe you should let me take you for a real ride compared to that piece of junk..." He whispered as he came to touch your sensitive body that was still heaving for air. "I can make you feel even better, besides it's not like you'd mind, Right? You were screaming not even 1 minute ago."

"Sure Mako, just put some protection on. I don't want a little us walking around, Do we?" I laughed as I turned over on my back. "Your already hard, Mako? Damn didn't take you for a perv!"

"Shut up, now come here. Before we do this, I want you to know that I am a virgin. So I may not last the longest but I'll make you feel the best." I watched as his face turned the same shade of a rose. How cute~

"Well don't just stand there Koto, if your really the big strong guy that you claim you are then prove it. If you want pleasure then come and get some!" I chuckled while sitting up. I felt him grab my waist and pull me close. "GAh-" I squealed while feeling him using the momentum to push himself inside my gaping hole.

"Fuuuuck~ you feel even better than I thought you would." Makoto moaned as he slowly started moving. I laughed at him while slowly leaning up to kiss him. His lips tasted like chocolate and green curry, probably from his lunch earlier... Maybe I should send him off with some tomorow for lunch. I didn't even feel him move more

I smiled as I felt him stall in his thrusts, "Mako, let me take a turn while you lay down." I whispered while flipping positions whith him on the bed with me strattling him. "How cute!" I said while slamming down on him. Makoto moaned my name out while tensing up underneath me.

"I'm almost there Makoto, just try and h-hold out a little longer." I said while grinding down on him. His face scrunched up from pleasure as I chased my high. I kept slamming down on him while moaning as he just watch his best friend get off to his body.

"Ngh- Mako, come on. You can cum~ cum for me!" I said while clenching around him again. He didn't even care as he came, his voice let out a booming groan as he gripped onto my arm. I cringed as he had my forearm in an iron hold.

"Damn, that felt even better than I thought it would." He said while sighing. He looked over at me and whispered something.

"Maybe I'll get to do this again. Maybe, I'll be the one in charge."

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A/n: Soory if it took a bit and the other anon, I am going through some stuff so It'll take a bit

#makoto naegi #Makoto smut #danganronpa #modern au #why the hell am i like this #da-gay3st-th1ng #and they were roommates #(。_。)

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vdlest · 3 years

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The Roommate

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TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader

Summary:

Bucky Barnes as your neighbor is a good thing, especially when you need company. You two instantly became friends ever since he heard you listening to classic songs, and that you prefer "old but classic" stuff. To make the long story short, you fell for him, but when you confessed your feelings for him, he avoided you. And you thought that's how your beautiful start would end.

Warning:

Fluff

This is why you sometimes hate Sundays, you have nothing to do, and you're bored as fuck.

There's nothing to watch on Netflix, you have no new books to read, and no new episode of a podcast to listen to. So at the moment, you are just lying on your bed, staring blankly at your room's ceiling.

If only you're still living with your ex-roommate, Ana, the two of you must've talking gossips and having conversations about life nonstop. But she's not here since she moved to a different State last week already for a new job opportunity. She didn't want to leave you but she can't say no to a job opportunity, and you can't keep her from achieving her dream as well. So here you are, hoping that your next roommate will be just like Ana.

You were about to grab the remote control of your television inside your room when your phone vibrated, signaling that you have a text message.

Hey, I saw your post on the internet and that you're looking for a roommate. I'm interested and hoping we could meet today somewhere so we could discuss it.

You frowned a bit when you noticed that the sender of the message didn't mention any name nor introduce himself/herself.

Just when you're about to reply to this text, you received another message from the same number.

I'm Sam by the way.

Now that this sender finally introduced himself/herself, your confusion vanished, and decided to meet with this potential roommate of yours. Although you're still not quite sure whether this Sam is a guy or a girl, nonetheless, that's not important. What's important for you is that he or she is not a bad person and a heartbreaker.

You agreed to meet with your potential roommate in a nearby coffee shop in an hour. So you got up and went your way to your shower to prepare for this unexpected meeting.

The moment you entered the coffee shop you and your potential roommate agreed to meet on, you grab your phone and dialed the number of the person you're meeting, Sam.

Well, at least, you're not gonna die out of boredom. ───────────────────❥

"Hello?" you began when you heard that Sam already accepted your call, "This is Y/N. I'm already here in the coffee shop. Can you like raise your hand so I could see you?" you asked.

You roam your eyes around as you wait for Sam to answer in the other line.

"I'm right behind you," a familiar voice spoke on the other line.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard that familiar voice.

You slowly turn around and see for yourself if your hunch is right about that familiar voice.

Hell, you are right.

It was him. It was Bucky.

It was the man you fell for.

Your eyes met his blue eyes when you face him. He was still holding his phone to his hear when you two face each other.

Seeing him now made you remember how you told him that you like him and that you're starting to fall for him already, and at the same time, you remembered how he walked out of your apartment and broke your heart into pieces. He left without any words. He just left and avoided you from then on.

Well, not until this day came.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you asked him straight on his face as you end your call with your supposed to be a potential roommate and put your phone inside your bag, "And what kind of sick joke this is?"

Bucky took a deep breath as he moves a step closer to you, "You have every right to be mad at me, and I won't question it. I've been a jerk, an asshole, I get it. But I was hoping you'd listen to me," he said.

You scoffed, "Listen to you? Listen to the guy who walked out on me on the night that I confessed my feelings? That's a bit absurd, don't you think?" you sarcastically smiled at him as you ask him. You shook your head, "This is going nowhere. So long, old friend."

You were about to walk past him when he gently grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking away from him.

"Please, Y/N. I'm begging you," he made you face him again, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to avoid you as much as I didn't mean to love you."

Love you? He loves you?

He nodded, "Y/N, that night you told me that you like me and that you are actually falling for me, I was the happiest man alive. But that happiness faded away the moment I remembered who I am, and who I was. Instantly, I realized that you don't know me that well for you to love me that easily," he explained.

"Let's say you really do love me and that there's still I need to know about you," you pull back your hand away from him and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "Why tell me now? Why confess to me right now?"

"Because I fucking love you damn much already," he answered back immediately. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a second before he started talking again, "I tried my best to forget you, to forget what I feel for you but it's fucking too impossible. So I thought that if I'd let you know who I really am, who I was, I'll leave you the choice whether you still want to be with me or not."

You can't believe that this is happening right now.

A month ago, you realized that you don't have every time in the world to take your time to confess your feelings for Bucky, so you did confess to him. However, he broke your heart. And now here you are, you are very tempted to kiss him right now but you fought the urge to since you are curious about who he really is.

Bucky extended his hand towards you, "Come with me."

You took a glance at his hand before you look at him again, "I don't know, Bucky," you looked down and shook your head, "You already broke my heart and I don't think I have enough trust in you to come with you."

He chuckled, "You have a swiss knife on your bag, you have a pepper spray, if I do something vile to you, use it. I won't fight it," he assured.

Despite the heartbreak he gave you, you won't deny the fact that he's still charming to you. So yes, you ended up saying yes and coming with him.

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"What the hell are we doing in the Smithsonian museum, Bucky?" you ask him as you both walk inside the museum.

It was a long drive from NYC to DC. You fell asleep the whole time you two were on the road. You wanted to ask him why does he have to take you to DC, but you were too tired to give a damn. So you let him take you to the place that will show you who he really is.

But you never thought you'd end up here in the Smithsonian Museum.

He didn't answer you, instead, he leads the two of you inside the exhibit made for the legacy of Captain America, Steve Rogers.

You chuckle and shook your head as you both walk inside the exhibit, "If we're planning to steal Cap's shield, I hate to break it to you but there's a new Captain America already," you joked.

"Yeah, I know," he casually answered, "I know him."

Your brows furrowed as you look at him, "The former Captain America or the new one?" you asked him, not sure if he's kidding or not.

"Both of them," he sighed and stopped walking. He faces you, "Before we proceed," he grabbed your hand and sighed again, "I want you to know that I love you, I really do. I also want you to know that I'm sorry for breaking your heart, for hurting you, but there's a lot of reason why I had to do it."

Your heart melted the moment he told you that he loves you. It wasn't the first time, but it feels like it. You wanted to tell him that it doesn't matter who he was and who he is because, for you, love is love. It doesn't give a damn about anyone's real identity. But you two have come a long way to back out now.

"Ready?" he asked you.

You nodded, "Yeah. I'm ready."

You and Bucky walked a few seconds more, but your body froze the moment you saw his picture inside Captain America's exhibit. He was beside Captain Steve Rogers.

"Battle tested, Captain America and his Howling Commandos quickly earned their stripes. Their mission, taking down HYDRA, the Nazi rogue science division."

"Bucky?" you murmured when your eyes landed on the picture of the guy standing next to you. You took a glance at Bucky and he was just looking at you and what your reaction will be. You look over Bucky's shoulder and saw a portrait of him plastered in a glass. You automatically walked there and check it for yourself.

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country."

There's both so much and too much to see in this exhibit, not the Captain America part, but the part where you realize that your neighbor, the guy you fell for is actually not the man you thought he is.

Beside Bucky's glass mosaic, you saw a video presented near it. It was Bucky and Captain Rogers.

"You weren't really kidding when you said that you knew the former Captain America," you said when you saw Bucky on your peripheral, looking at you, watching you.

"He's my best friend, and even he's gone already, he still is," he said.

You and Bucky walked around the exhibit more. He also showed you around Captain America's exhibit and even showed you the uniform he wore during his Howling Commando days.

You have no idea what to think or feel at the moment, but one thing's for sure, your love for him didn't fade away even if you knew who he really is and who he was, not even after he told you that he was the infamous Winter Soldier. You still feel the same for him and you have no idea why. Maybe because love is love.

After you two went ou the Smithsonian Museum, you two walked around the National Mall.

"Why did you think that showing me these would change my mind about you?" you asked him, breaking the silence between the two of you.

"Because I--"

You cut him off, "Because you assassinated people in the past?" you stopped from walking and faced him, "Or because you are a hundred and six years old man?"

"Y/N, you know---"

You cut him off again, "No, I don't know, Bucky. So tell me," you chuckled and shook your head, "Does these things supposed to change my mind? My heart? What I fucking feel for you? Well, sorry it didn't! Because even after I found out that you are Cap's best friend, that you were one of his Howling Commandos, that you were the Winter Soldier, and that you are an Avenger, I still feel the same way for you, I still see you as the guy I fell in love with, I still see you as my neighbor who likes Marvin Gaye so much that he listens to it through night and day, I still see you as Bucky Barnes," you told him.

The whole time you two were walking around the museum up to this scenic place in DC, you have nothing in mind aside from the fact that you were actually fascinated about who he really is.

Finding out that he's an avenger, that he's making this world a better place and saving it from going chaotic made you love him even more. Even the fact that he's a hundred and six years old man doesn't bother you at all and doesn't change how you see him.

"And if those things you showed and told me why you broke my heart, then I must tell you," you wiped your tears away, "You just wasted your time because it didn't change the fact that I love you. You told me that you're giving me the choice whether I still want to be with you or not, and I made my choice now, Bucky," you walked closer to him and held his right cheek, "I want to be with you."

Bucky held your hand that was on his cheek, and your eyes landed on his gloved hand because now you know why he was always wearing a leather jacket and covering his hand with gloves.

So you grabbed his hand and slowly remove the glove he was wearing, when you look at him, he was surprised by what you did.

"This is the hand that I will always hold onto, the hand that I will always choose to hold," you smiled at him.

You finally felt his vibranium hand on your cheek as he wipes your tears away, "I'm sorry if I had to hurt you that way. I'm sorry for breaking your heart, but I'm already here and I will not leave you," he pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, "I got you now and there's nothing else I could ask for," he pulled you again and this time it was the tip of your nose he chose to kiss, "I love you," he said before he finally claims your lips with his.

His lips dance with yours, and with every sway, you felt his longing, his love, and care for you. As cliche as it sounds, it was truly like your love for each other. It was pure and true.

"Who's Sam by the way?" you asked him after you two kissed, "Wait, Sam Wilson as in the Falcon?"

He nodded, "Yeah, the new Captain America. I asked him if I could use his name because I know you won't answer my calls," he said and sighed, "Anyway, you might have to take down your post about looking for a roommate."

You frowned, "And why is that?" you asked him.

"Because I'll be moving in with you," he revealed, which made your eyes widened in surprise, "Only if you want to of course."

You chuckle as you nodded, "I would love that."

"Just to be sure, you're my girlfriend now, right?" he asked you.

"For a hundred and six years old man, you're the most slow-moving one," you joked and run your fingers through his hair as he wrapped his arms around you, "I'm yours and you're mine, Bucky Barnes."

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ibelieveinivysupremacy · 3 years

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Deja Vu

Birds were singing while the sun was radiant outside. The aroma of freshly baked pancakes covered the whole kitchen. It was 9 o' clock when Dakota went downstairs to take her luscious breakfast together with her mother. While she was taking her steps, she cringed at the cluster of ants walking their way into the wall.

"Good morning, sweetie. " Her mother kissed her on the cheek as she walked to the cabinet to get the maple syrup. Dakota smiled at her and began savoring the fluffy pancakes her mother made. After popping a strawberry into her mouth, the voice of their teacher echoed inside her head reminding them about the quarterly test.

"Geez, I should get going now." She stood up quickly, but then later froze when she noticed a bruise on her leg.

"Ugh! Where did I get this?" She rolled her eyes and stomped her feet way out of their house.

"You forgot your umbrella, sweetie. It's burning out there! " Her mother shouted.

"I'm good, mom!" She shouted back, but then a sweat raced down her face. She shrugged after realising that her mother was right so she turned back to twist their knob.

"I told you. " Her mother raised a brow at her. She let out a giggle before heading towards where her umbrella was. She was about to land her hand on the umbrella when she saw a wallet beside it.

"Mom, is this your–" A light bulb flashed in her mind as she smiled playfully. Her mother was busy watching her favourite show while enjoying her cup of tea so she didn't bother her anymore.

She opened the umbrella and inserted her earphones before moving her feet. The distance between her school and their home wasn't that far to have her take a bus every morning just to get there. She promised her friends yesterday, Estelle and Vaness that they would all go to school early to have their group study before the exam. They have been doing the same thing for years now and it was one of the reasons why the three of them became besties.

Minutes of sauntering, she was already bopping her head to the song she was listening to. The wind blew making the dried leaves scratch the ground. She felt weird when she shivered knowing the weather was hot. She was thinking about what she could do to the money inside the wallet she saw, when a middle aged woman burst her bubbles.

"Would you let me see your hand, honey?"

She startled when the woman hold her palm.Her eyebrows furrowed and she tried to pull her palm off her greasy hands.

"I don't even know you," She retorted.

"I can tell your future." The woman tilted her head.

"Oh please, I don't have time for that. Go find someone else who is stupid enough to fall on your trap." She put her earphones back and was ready to march when she heard something that would stop her even before she could pick a song.

"Then why don't you just share me the blessing you got this morning, honey?" The woman let out an eerie smile.

"Wait, how did you–"

"I see things beyond a human eye can see, honey." Then she reached Dakota's trembling hands. Dakota was hesitant at first, but still, she gave up her hands to the creep.

"I can see that you are an achiever–"

"I know," She scoffed.

"How luminous that it could even blind a person! You mostly like to ace things in your life that is why your peers are looking up on you. But–"

"Enough," Dakota interrupted. "I am sorry, but I still have a class to attend." She picked up her bag before turning around.

"I suppose this is yours?" The woman raised her umbrella.

"Thanks." Then she handed the woman a money from the wallet she saw in their house.

Her phone vibrated and her eyes bawled when she saw the names of her friends on her screen stating she missed 9 calls from them. She ran fleetly, and their class was just about to start when she arrived panting, holding the door for support. All of her classmates were looking at her as if she was a transferee. She glanced at her two friends who were shaking their heads at her until her teacher asked her to take a seat.

Aside from having a group study with her friends, she also used to review her notes the nights before her exams, so she was confident about the exam she took this time. She tried asking for an apology to Estelle and Vaness, but she got ignored.

She sighed, staring blankly at the computer while waiting for the results of her quarterly test. She still couldn't believe that Estelle and Vaness would ignore her for not showing up just once.

A light flashed on her screen and saw that it was an email from her adviser. She was a bit shaking while dragging her mouse to open the result. When she did, her jaw dropped seeing that she only scored half on their test. It was not much of a big deal, but this was her first time to get such grade. She almost jumped when an anonymous person emailed her. She could not read the message because her computer was not functioning. Until several notifications kept popping on her phone screen. She was horrified and does not know what to do.

"What is happening? Estelle? Vaness? THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" She almost cried.

"Look guys, I'm so sorry and I promise that it won't happen ever again." As if her friends were just hiding inside her room. She was about to go downstairs when she found herself lying on the floor beside her buzzing phone for alarm .

"Ouch," She moaned while looking at the bruise she got from falling off the chair. She dozed in front of her computer while she was studying last night.

It was windy, and the sun could barely shine. The smell of porridge covered the whole kitchen. It was 9 o' clock when Dakota went downstairs to have her breakfast together with her mother. While she was taking her steps, she cringed at the cluster of ants walking their way into the wall.

"Good morning, sweetie. " Her mother kissed her on the cheek as she walked to the stove to get the porridge ready. Dakota smiled at her and began savoring the porridge her mother made. After gnawing a piece of chicken, the voice of their teacher echoed inside her head reminding them about the quarterly test.

"Geez, I should get going now." She stood up quickly, but then her mother noticed her bruise.

"Where did you get that?"

"Uh.. I fell off my office chair." She smiled sheepishly and marched her feet way out of their house.

"You forgot your umbrella, sweetie. It's gonna rain outside! " Her mother shouted.

"I don't think so, mom!" She shouted back, but then she felt a raindrop on her head. She shrugged after realising that her mother was right so she turned back to twist their knob.

"I told you. " Her mother raised a brow at her. She let out a giggle before heading towards where her umbrella was. She was about to land her hand on the umbrella when she saw a wallet beside it.

"Mom, is this yours?" She asked her mom.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Her mother scratched her head.

"I'll go ahead now, mom." She kissed her mother's cheek before opening her umbrella.

"Be good, honey. " Her mother said as she walked away.

#short story #deja vú #suspense #writers on tumblr #writing #stories

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edward-richtofen-queen · 5 years

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Lost Girl's Lullaby ★Chapter Two★

Masterlist

Chapter One | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Hallowed Blight Event)

Character(s): All Killers (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), All Survivors (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), Female!Reader, Vigo (Mentioned), Benedict Baker (Mentioned)

Relationship(s): All Killers/Reader (Friends), All Survivors/Reader (Acquaintances), Phillip Ojomo | The Wraith/Reader

Overview: It had been months since you'd arrived in the place you had inevitably been placed in—The Fog as it was named. You understood the basis of how to survive and escape, but you were drastically different than the others—you sympathized with the people and creatures that were hurting you and your so called friends; You remembered vividly your first day of being in the realm. What will you do when The Blight appears and takes over your little world? Which side will you end up on—Killers or Survivors?

Warning(s) for this Chapter: Sympathy for Killers

Chapter Song Inspiration: Phantom of the Opera—Prague Cello Quartet

Notes: Welcome back! This chapter was highly requested after the first one! It was extremely fun to write and took a long while to create. There will be some implied ships—mostly killers/killers and survivors/survivors (and maybe some killer/survivor)—so if you don't like them being together, please ignore them (It's not really important to the story, but I like the interactions they will make in the future). Also important—the killers and survivors won't be able to use each other's perks, they're stuck with their own and the "free" ones. Maybe in the future I'll let them use each other's? Anyway, thank you so much for the love and support and I hope you enjoy! Journal Entries from the DBD Wiki!

Dedications: @daylightbydead, @insearchofnewdreams, @irageneve and @ameliafireheart!

Taglist: N/A

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Killer Campfire—The Fog

"Well, it does seem we have another survivor on our hands, don't we?" The smooth and deep voice from the large man in front of you made you shiver—you were in some trouble, weren't you? Your mouth had sealed itself shut, not saying a word as you cowered under his unnerving gaze. The other killers, made up of creatures and humans alike, seemed just as silent as a thick blanket of tension was placed over the camp. Behind you, The Wraith placed his hands comfortingly on your shoulders, his mere familiar presence a warming comfort.

"Since no one seems to want to speak—or some of you who refuse or are unable to—I will introduce myself and yourselves. It seems you've already met Phillip, The Wraith," He gestures an open hand to the man behind you as he makes a soft purr noise from his throat. "I am Evan Macmillan, known as The Trapper in trials. The large woman at the start of the row is Anna—The Huntress." The woman known as Anna wears a beautifully crafted bunny mask aged and weathered, a large axe resting in her hands as hatchets dangled at her waist. She only nods her head, a tune vibrating inside her throat as she hummed.

Several minutes later, you had introduced to everyone as you stayed silent and acknowledged them as they did you. Only a couple seemed to really speak—like Herman Carter; The Doctor along with Freddy Krueger; The Nightmare. Oddly enough, for killers meeting you for the first time they didn't seem as unwelcoming as the survivors were. Everyone seemed to make conversation as normal as Phillip picked you up and sat down, having you extremely close to make sure no rouge killer would try to kill you. Sally, the woman dressed in all white from head to toe, floated over to the log you were seated on. "Phillip's taken quite the interest in you, hasn't he?" She speaks softly and sweetly to you as you feel Phillip stir behind you.

"He's very sweet," You finally speak, his lips pressed to your forehead again. "Well, I'm here to fill you in for what Evan missed out on," Sally speaks, fixing her gown as she sits properly on the log. "You will encounter us each at least once this week. Depending on who you go against, they'll try and go easy on you so you can learn what they do. Once you fully develop your potential and perks, we'll treat you like any other survivor in trials but treat you normally outside of them," Sally's sweet voice explains in an almost professional voice as you nod.

"The Entity has taken an interest in you as well, she's letting you see us out of trials—Anyway, she dropped off a gift for you," Sally hums, a frail journal in her hands as she hands it over. It looks extremely old, dust painting the top and the pages ripped and yellowed brown. Opening the journal, you skimmed through the pages to see beautifully written cursive aged into its pages. Some of the pages didn't have dates on them, but one section of the journal was stuffed to the brim with paper on top of its entry. "Do you happen to know what day it is, Miss Smithson?" You ask politely as she nods. "It's October 12th, I believe—may I ask why you ask?"

You nod as your fingers brush over the words October 19th on the top of the page. "Just seeing if these dates line up." She leans over to look at the page and is confused under her pillow case. The date she can read, but the actual entry itself was definitely not in any type of language she'd ever read but she internally shrugs. You yelp as Phillip picks you up suddenly, carrying you like a bride as Sally gave a soft giggle. "It seems like it's time for you to go back to your camp. Trials start up too soon it seems. Please come back to visit sometime, will you?"

Carrying you back into the woods, the welcoming chill of the thick fog made the atmosphere oddly comforting. The loud chatter of survivors in the distance made Phillip stop and set you down, his hands grazing your own as he leaves a goodbye kiss to your knuckles. You blush as you lean to kiss his cheek in the same manner with a large, goofy smile on your face. He turns and wails his bell as he disappears into the darkness, you finding Claudette among the crowd to sit next to.

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"I think Phillip's got himself a new obsession."

"It seems more like an infatuation than an obsession—he isn't a obsessive killer, you know."

"You know what I mean, Herman."

"Don't sass me, Evan."

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The cool wisps of fog slid from your form as you arrive in your second trial that day, this place flourishing in dead corn stalks and another large decrepit home. A shack sat eerily in the corner of the the realm as very large unmoving tractors sitting parallel across from each other. The sound of a whirring chainsaw made you click to the only two people who wielded them back at the campfire—The Hillbilly or The Cannibal. Moving amongst the thick stalks, the sound of a chainsaw made you jump to the side as The Hillbilly ran (more like flew) past you. He had no heartbeat for some reason as a generator finished in the direction he was running to. Maybe that was one of his perks Sally was speaking of?

You crept to an opening in the field to find Claudette working on a generator as you whispered to her to let your presence be known. Leaning to work on the generator with her, another male (Dwight as you remembered) came to work with you as well. He seemed nervous and paranoid twenty-four seven, but one of his perks seemed to help the generator proceed a little faster than before. He tries conversation, which you oblige to as you try to get to know him. The sound of a distant chainsaw made you shiver, a bad feeling boiling in your gut. "We've got to move—!" You yelp as you push Dwight from the Generator as The Hillbilly practically barrels to hit the large piece of machinery.

Scurrying away, your feet hit the ground hard as you ran. Turning around, the speeding figure hit your back as pain spread throughout your back while you let out a pain as you tumbled to the ground. The Hillbilly gave a pained whine as he lowered his chainsaw, patting your head in apology. Leaving you on the floor, he shook his head in apology once more as he revved his chainsaw and ran away from you. Claudette was by your side a minute later, a med kit snug in her grasp. Popping open the red container, she started by rubbing a disinfectant over your wounds. "I didn't know he'd come after you," She spoke softly, wrapping your wounds tightly as you hiss in pain.

"I have—Ow! To get used to this pain if I plan—Oww! On surviving," You speak through locked teeth. Claudette hums in response as your able to stand once again, your wounds had magically disappeared and you felt new again. "Trust me, the hooks are much worse," She warns as you follow behind her quickly. She then explains the do's and do not's of going against the killer. "You know a lot about him, Claudette—I don't know whenever to take that as a good thing or a bad thing," You coo teasingly as she blushes.

"He's just a kind person at heart, even if he looks drastically different from us—he's still a human being," Claudette speaks, her voice having an undertone of sorrow and pity. Your hand finds her shoulder as you give her a smile. "He deserves respect regardless of his appearance—very well said, Claudette," You praise, her face churning in happiness. The trial didn't last that much longer after that, Nea being Memento Mori'd because she lingered too long in the trial after the gates were open and everyone being hooked at least once.

Being enveloped in the darkness as you ran from the exit gates, you were dropped into the killer camp once again. There were less killers than before, most likely in trials as you has been moments ago. Herman Carter sat in a proper chair—which was odd considering the fact of it being a campsite. His white irises caught yours as the tight mouth guards came loose to fall to the sides of his face. Curious of the mysterious man, you crept to him as he slipped a pair of slightly cracked reading glasses to his nose.

"Little minx, it's been a short while. How was your trial? Get hooked for the first time?" His voice struck bells of whiskey and honey as he spoke, groveling at each word that slipped from his chocolate lips. You shrug at his first question and nod to his second, the journal still hooked to your hip. A smile played on his lips as he examined you and psychologically analyzed you—you were different, he figured. The Entity was picky with her choices in survivors and killers, and the fact that a survivor was so able to mingle with the killers after trials if they willed it was fascinating.

"What make you different?" He asks, his finger under your chin as you closed your eyes. You trusted him by will and heart, even though your mind was sending you different signals. To follow your heart or to follow your brain? Shaking your head to yourself, you settle on a log not too far from Bubba (his nickname) as he polishes his chainsaw. You decided to crack open the journal and begin to read, fingers following the words as you looked over them.

❝19 October - The Night

It is impossible to describe the horrifying scenes I have witnessed... death and misery, in every shape of terror, rule this place. I can no longer recall how I have come to this place. All I remember is the opaque, milky fumes of opium in the murky den hazing a sweet, welcoming abyss. I awoke to dreadful screams in this endless night, at the feet an old tree that leaked foul-smelling fluids. I know not how to reach those poor souls, nor do I want to. Keeping a record is all I can do to make sense of it.❞

Closing the journal, hands wrapped around your eyes as you stiffened. The familiar purr of Phillip eased your still frame. Sitting down next to you, you lay your head against his shoulder as you ease to sleep. When you awoke in your dream, your world was black—pitch black but enough to make sure it wasn't too dark, more like a grayish black than midnight. A voice called out to you in the darkness, it's voice layered in thick whispers.

Hello, Little Lamb

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