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soapyghostie · 2 months

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Hello!! Can you write any of the dbd killers (and The Doctor) with a reader who comes back severely drugged after a trial with The Clown? How would they react?

Ayyyyy! Another request, that’s been sitting in my inbox since forever, is done! Slowly, but surely getting back into writing. This is my first time writing for Evan and Frank. Hope y'all enjoy.

The Trapper/Evan MacMillan

When Evan sees you stumbling and disoriented, Evan’s eyes widen in immediate concern. He can feel his heart pounding as he rushes to your side, a surge of worry overtaking his typically stoic demeanor. He even feels fear coursing through him as he begs you to tell him what happened as he takes your hands in his shaking ones to try and stabilize you.

When you finally tell him about your trial with The Clown, a deep-seated rage builds within Evan. His face is contorted with a mixture of worry and rage as he imagines the sadistic torment The Clown put you through. He grabs his weapon and grips it tightly with a burning desire for revenge. You’ll have to calm him down and convince him to stay with you; if not, he’ll storm off to teach The Clown a lesson. However, you do end up convincing him to stay, although he makes a mental note to have a ‘friendly’ conversation with The Clown later.

Evan’s large hands, usually accustomed to handling large and dangerous tools, shake as he tends to your wounds. He does his best to be gentle as he’s not used to patching up wounds, normally being the cause of them. His usually stern expression softens as his heartaches at the sight of your suffering, revealing a side that only emerges in the face of genuine concern for you. Enjoy it while you can because he rarely shows this side of himself to anyone, even to you.

Evan then wraps his arms around you in a silent comforting hug. Y’all stay there for many minutes remaining silent and steadfast as you recover. Evan’s eyes blaze with determination, silently promising that The Clown will pay for the anguish inflicted upon you.

The Legion/Frank Morrison

When you come stumbling into Ormond after your trial, Frank freezes in shock as he witnesses your disoriented state, his usually charismatic and cocky demeanor replaced with genuine concern. He rushes to your side and throws your arm over his shoulder to support you the rest of the way to the resort. Once inside, he’ll sit you down on one of the worn out and torn couches making sure you're comfortable before sitting down next to you.

Frank will aggressively try to get you to talk to him about what happened. I advise you not to take it personally when it comes to Frank’s aggressiveness. This is just his way of showing he cares about you and he doesn’t know how to express himself in any other way so give him some slack. Jeez y’all. (Just kidding) Anyway, when you tell him about your trial with The Clown, a spark of fury ignites in Frank as he contemplates the sadistic acts committed towards you by The Clown. His worried expression twists into a snarl, a clear sign of revenge plotting against The Clown. However, Frank (for once) actually doesn’t give in to his impulses, due to your pleas, and stays to take care of you. He’ll get his gang together and plot a revenge plan on The Clown later while you're resting. No one hurts you and gets away with it.

Despite his constant tough exterior, you can feel Frank’s hands shake as he patches up your wounds. He’s uncharacteristically tender, his eyes betraying a depth of emotion not often seen by him. Also, he’s at your beck and call. Whatever you need Frank will get it for you. Icepack? Food? A blanket? Frank is on it.

Frank being the overprotective boyfriend he is will remain constantly by your side while you are recovering. Hey, you never know who could come and harm you? Anyway, Frank will hold you in his embrace as long as you will allow him too, whispering reassurances while also promising safety and vengeance, ensuring that The Clown’s actions toward you will not go unpunished.

The Doctor/Herman Carter

At first Herman doesn’t recognize your state as he is too absorbed into his work, although he does greet you, hearing you stumble into his office. However, when you don’t reciprocate a greeting of your own is when Herman looks up from his work. At that moment, his clinical gaze shifts immediately to genuine concern as he takes in your disoriented state. Worry flashes across Herman’s face as he assesses the situation as he springs out of his chair to your side, guiding you to a bed to lay down on.

When you tell Herman what happened during your trial with The Clown, his mind starts racing with analytical anger as he contemplates the sadistic experiments that you told him that The Clown inflicted on you. However, in your drugged state and inability to read your partner’s emotions, you can’t tell what kind of emotions Herman is feeling due to him keeping that professional facade he always has. Although, if you look closely enough, you will see the determination burn brightly in his eyes to avenge you.

Surprising even himself, Herman administers caring for you with precision, his usually clinical movement now laced with genuine empathy. He patches you up no problem with little to no error. Once you are all patched up, he suggests for you to get rest as your body won't be able to heal itself properly without it.

Herman remains as a steadfast presence, checking in on you once and awhile. If you need or want anything, he’ll get it for you. As he helps you recover, a burning desire to slow and painfully torture The Clown gives way into his mind. Maybe once you are 100% again he’ll teach that fat fuck a lesson or two.

#dead by deadlight #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #the trapper #evan macmillan #evan macmillan x reader #the trapper x reader #dbd legion #the legion #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #the legion x reader #the doctor #herman carter x reader #herman carter #the doctor x reader #sophi ghostie writes

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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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hai, i have dbd 'reaction' ideas but if you don't want to do them it's ok!

trickster, huntress, ghostface

1. killer!witch!s/o who's new skin is basicly(?) a emily ( corpsebride ) cosplay. maybe they have a victor skin.

2. killer!s/o has "adopted" a survivor/other killer as their child.

3. s/o who has an endless stomach and could eat 25/8.

4. s/o who follows them around like a lost puppy or the otherway

have a good day! don't forget to hydrate or eat!

Hiiii! As it turns out, I used all of em! I’ve got them all here for u rn! Hope u don’t mind I added a few of my own tweaks to it. And so sorry this took so long. Tumblr recently shadow banned me cuz its engine mistook me for a bot or something idk its a long story lmao. But I’m back now so here ya go! Ps hope u have a great day too! Make sure u drink water and eat too or I’ll be cranky😠🥰💖

How DBD killers would react to…

Includes: Huntress, Ghost Face and Trickster

Killer!Witch!Reader wearing a wedding dress, while they wear a tuxedo

Huntress

Super smitten and flustered

The Huntress thought you looked absolutely stunning in that dress. And for her to be wearing a matching tux! It was like you two were married or something!

She exclusively referred to you as her ‘spouse’, while following you around like a lovesick puppy. The Huntress also showered you in endless compliments about how cute and pretty you looked to her. She could’ve just pounced on you when you came back to her cabin after a successful trial, the white dress smothered with the blood of your victims

Anna felt so strong and important when she was with you while wearing the tuxedo. She thought you two were perfect together like this. She even offered to dance under the pale moonlight, blood shimmering across your beautiful outfits. You set the mood with your powers, causing glittery mist to shimmer through the fog. As Anna grabbed your waist and dipped you, she couldn’t help but be lost in your glowing eyes

Ghost Face

Very sly and cocky

The Ghost glided his gloved hands down your waist, stroking across white lace and ruffles. Though he wore a tuxedo to match your dress, he still had a hood and mask on. But the mask had now been discarded to the floor, his sunken face now centimetres from yours

“We look good together.” Danny grinned

You would often giggle at him, playfully casting a small spells on him. He would act annoyed when you did so, but he secretly loved it.

Went absolutely feral when he saw you covered in blood after a trial. Your eyes glowed beautifully as you flicked away small specks of flesh from your wedding dress. If you caught him staring from behind his mask, you lured him over with your powers. Danny didn’t fight your magic for a second. In fact, he embraced it. He let you drag him over, and threw his arms around your waist. His ghostly mask was illuminated in the dark by your glowing eyes as you leaned in

Trickster

Absolutely obsessed!

Went on and on about how hot you both looked! The Trickster was quite the gentleman when he wanted to be though. He took your hand, wary of getting zapped or lit or whatever came from your powers and twirled you under the full moon. The sound of your laughter was so hypnotising to him

With the both of you dressed as a bride and groom, it gave Ji-Woon a couple of ideas. He found himself imagining what kind of wedding the two of you would have

Peppered you in kisses at the sight of you drenched in fresh blood. The Trickster loved to twirl you around in his arms, your hands resting against the chest of his tux. He felt so special when you would comment on how handsome he looked in it. It just sounded so personal coming from you

“You’re so beautiful, babe.” Ji-Woon smiled

You lovingly straightened his bowtie, before closing your glowing eyes and diving in for a kiss

Killer!Reader that has ‘adopted’ Susie

Huntress

On board 100%!

The Huntress adored Susie the moment you brought her back from Ormond. You sometimes went over there to hang with the Legion in between trials. With Susie being younger, you took her under your wing. She really looked up to you and admired your techniques. The Legion girl also got a real kick from being around the Huntress more often

Anna quickly became like a mother to Susie. She loved taking care of her, especially with you by her side. It made her feel all fuzzy inside. It was like you were a real family. The mere thought brought a tear to her eye

It made her melt to see you act all fatherly/motherly towards Susie. You comforted the girl after bad trials, and then even give her some tips! It made the Huntress one proud mama and wife

Ghost Face

“Can we keep her? Please?”

You gave the Ghost Face your best puppy dog eyes as you hugged Susie against you. It was quite hard for you to do those eyes since they were usually filled with murder and rage, but you thought it was actually kind of working. Susie snuggled against you, big blue eyes twinkling Danny’s way. Speaking of, he folded his arms and let out a long sigh from behind his mask

“Fine.”

Actually really liked Susie. You two truely were like her parents. You and Danny would blab on to her about tricks and hacks on how to get the survivor’s quicker. He even cleaned off her knife for her or sharpen it

The Ghost Face adored seeing you all caring and nurturing with the Legion girl. It made him feel like he wouldn’t mind having a baby with you someday…

Trickster

The Trickster was very jealous and dismissive of Susie at first. He didn’t like you giving her all this attention instead of him. But he eventually came around and bonded with her, over things like hairdye or pop music

The Trickster still very much preferred you spending time with him than Susie. He almost felt like a third wheel when you and the girl were together. And you of all people should’ve known that that was way beneath him. So when Susie had to go on trial, he got overly clingy with you

Ji-Woon wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your shoulder. You had just said your goodbyes to Susie, and he was now all over you

“What’s up, Ji-Woon?” You smirked

“I’m still your favourite, right? You love me the most?” The Trickster asked hopefully

You relaxed against his embrace and let out a chuckle. You brought a hand up to run through his purple hair

“Yes, dear. You’re my favourite. I love you the most.”

Reader that could eat nonstop

Huntress

The Huntress was quite impressed with your appetite. She also loved it! It meant you were healthy and strong for her. All she ever wanted was for you to be that way. She needed you with her for a very long time

Anna cooked for you three times a day. She made sure to keep you well fed and satisfied! Although, that was rather hard to do. She was astonished how you ravaged a whole hearty meal, then immediately asked for seconds after! Sometimes the Huntress had to cook you up thirds. But she didn’t mind. Anything for her baby bear!

Ghost Face

The Ghost Face didn’t really know what to make of your gluttony at first. You were always hungry, always snacking. You called it the munchies, and he thought that was quite cute

Danny soon thought of your insatiable appetite to be endearing. It was what made you different and stand out from all the others he had been with. He loved that; someone that wasn’t like the rest. It was made them not killable

In other words, the Ghost Face had no intention of you ever being his victim. He also asked the Entity for little treats and sweets, so he could carry them around and give them to you during trial. He had many Polaroids of you nibbling on said food. You were like a cute little bunny to him

Trickster

“Nobody should eat before 4pm.”

The Trickster was always on strict diets to maintain his toned body. It was rare that you ever saw him eat. So for him to see how you shovelled down plate after plate of food, he was repulsed

Or at least, acted like it

The Trickster was actually just jealous. He missed the good ol’ days before K-pop. He could eat all he wanted, much like how you did. He always wished he had your metabolism

If you two were together for awhile, he soon opened up and ate around you. You always offered him some of your food, as you were usually snacking on something. It made Ji-Woon appreciate you and your time spent together even more

Reader that always follows them around

Huntress

The Huntress thought you were so adorable. She cooed at you, saying how you reminded her of a cute little puppy. She even went above and beyond and made you a dog mask! It was your prized possession

Anna didn’t mind at all if you tagged behind her during trials. Sometimes she forgot you were even there. But she also grew protective when you strayed away, or wasn’t close enough

The Huntress held your hand most of the time. She liked having you by her side as she hunted. It made her feel secure and needed

Ghost Face

The Ghost Face also thought it was quite cute how you trailed after him everywhere. He liked the company. He chattered on with you for hours endless when the Entity let him

He was really impressed with how stealthy you had become. Every time the Ghost Face looked over his shoulder, there you were. It was ironic, wasn’t it? When you first met, it was the exact opposite

It was actually pretty arousing for Danny.😦 The way you mimicked him and his behaviour. When he shamelessly told you that, your face screwed up and you swatted at him

“If you think I’m so gross, then why are you still following me around?” He chuckled, making you blush

Trickster

Nothing he wasn’t used to. You were just another groupie. Although, way more tolerable. Not that he’d ever tell you that

“If I were you, I’d be obsessed with me too.”

The Trickster never stopped flirting with or teasing you. None of it fazed you though, and you carried on following him. This surprised him. Like, why weren’t you starstruck?

Ji-Woon soon concluded it was because you were different. You were the only person he liked, and thought worthy of his time.

His teasing may not of affected you, but, boy, did yours do things to him

Don’t be surprised if the Trickster ends up following you around instead

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 10 months

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Dbd Bikini

Requested: Yes [can u write huntress, charlotte, ghostface, and pig's reaction to the survivor they've been making sexual advances to ending up in a veyr small bikini on a game with them?]

Warnings: ✨Spice✨

Huntress

Why are you in your underwear???? Is her first thought, whining in dismay as she wraps you up whatever cloth she can find. Whether it be the cloth on the pews in Father Campbell’s or the drapes from the Thompson house. Hell, the shirt off her back if it’s the only thing she can find! Not that she’s displeased with seeing you in such a state of undress but she doesn’t want anyone else to look at what’s hers! She’ll instruct you to stay hidden in a locker, covered in blood when she finally returns, eager to rip off that bikini and feel your skin on hers.

Charlotte

Charlotte, much like Huntress, thinks you’re in your underwear. Though unlike Huntress, she thinks that maybe it was not your choice. Did someone steal your clothes while you were bathing? It’s possible, she’d seen people do it before, when she was roaming the woods. Cruel prank and she was sad at the thought that someone was being mean to you. She’ll approach you quickly, sitting you in front of the fireplace in Ormond, telling you not the move as she goes to try and find something for you to be covered with, eventually showing up covered in blood with what you’re pretty sure is Vittorio’s jacket in her arms.

Ghostface

That outfit is very much Ghostface approved. Especially when he notices a design just like his mask is printed all over. He acts shocked, as if he didn’t bribe the Entity to do this for him after successfully sacrificing a LOT of your friends to her. No matter though! He’s more than happy to warm you up in this cold weather. His gloved hands running up and down your sides when your back is turned, just out of sight. Making you feel like you’re going crazy because you could have sworn someone had just touched you. That they were watching you.

Pig

Amanda is so amused when you show up in a trial with her wearing little more than a string from clothes. She wants to ignore it but….hmm, she does enjoy the sight of your rounded cheeks, the bikini string snug between them. She could practically see what what underneath. Maybe is she had time at the end of the trial, if you were still alive by then, then you both could play a little game together. One that she was sure you’d enjoy too.

#dbd #dead by daylight #Anna #Anna x reader #the huntress #the huntress x reader #charlotte deshayes #Charlotte DeShayes x reader #Danny Johnson #danny johnson x reader #Amanda young #amanda young x reader

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d34dg1rl5 · 2 months

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Corpse Bride

It's icy in Mount Ormond. Quietly you make your way across the snowy paths and reach the ski lodge. The legions domain.

From inside the house you could hear chatter and music. Sounds like they're having a good time. Maybe you were just a nuisance to them? Yes, they were your friends and yes, they care about you. But maybe they don't always want to deal with your problems and fears.

Just as you turned around Susie spots you. "(Y/n!) What are you doing out here? Come join us!" She grabs your hand and pulls you inside. Julie waves at you and Joey greets you with a "'Sup." Frank quickly puts back on his mask crossing his arms. "You look like shit."

You sigh and sit down enjoying the warmth emerging from the furnace. "It's just been a rough trial... Nea kept stunning me with pallets and I think I'm gonna have a bruise.."

Susie looks at you with sympathy. "Aww, poor you... I know excactly what it feels like... Don't we all?" She looks at her friends and earns Julies agreement. "Yeah, some survivors really are a pain in the ass.. Especially Nea and Feng." She takes a piece of the pizza laying in front of her.

Joey agrees aswell and talks about his experiences with toxic survivors.

Something seems weird about Frank today... He isn't his usual cocky and snarky self. He gives you glances from time to time, even though you can't see his face you can feel his eyes on you.

You look at the others. "I think I'll head back to my realm... I feel ... Weird." Susie looks at you. "Aww, already? Alright then, do you want me to walk you back?" You shake your head. "Aw, no, you don't need to." Susie nods and gets up to hug you. "Alright then, see you!"

Youwalk out the lodge and sigh looking around walking back in your realm. Suddenly you get the feeling of someone following you. You turn around taking out your knife. "Who goes there!?"

"Jeez, calm down... Pussy." You hear a familiar voice say and a snarky chuckle. "You're a killer, you shouldn't be afraid of shit in here." Frank steps out from the darkness and looks at you. "What are you doing here?", tilting your head in confusion. "Walking you home I guess."

He takes out a cigarette of his pocket and lights it. Hiw does he even have that stuff in the realm? Maybe he asked the Entity for it.. He notices you eyeing the cigarette. "Want one?" Thinking about it for a second you nod.

"Yeah, gimme one." He hands you one and puts his lit cigarette to yours and lights it. "Heh." You blush slightly and try to avoid his gaze.

"You look brutal, by the way. Real sick." You look at him. "Huh?" "Your outfit. You know. Killer look. Real sick." You look down at yourself and sigh. You were some kind of zombie, just not just thinking about brains and intestines all the time. You actually were still human. To some extent at least. Your body however looks like a nightmare. Your skin was pale with deep wounds littered over your body. Your right eye was a milky white while the other eye was still intact. You hated how you looked.

"Maybe to you. I hate this body..." He sighs and puts a hand on your back. "I was always into zombies." He nudges you and you can't overhear a flirty tone in his voice.

Frank and you walk next to each ither for a few minutes in silence until you reach your realm - a church with a dark and old looking graveyard at the backside. The churchs roof is destroyed and crows circle the cross on top of it.

"I'll see you around, corpse bride~" He grins and turns to walk away, disappearing in the thick fog surrounding the church.

A/N: IM RLLY MAD CUZ YESTERDAY I WROTE HEADCANONS FOR DBD KILLERS REACTING TO A FEM!SURVIVOR WITH A PANIC ATTACK AND I UPLOADED IT AND IT WAS JUST GONE. Like i tried everything (log out and in again, refresh my page, look at queue, privacy settings, etc.). Its just gone and im so sad 😭😔

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daughterofyeshuaa · 11 months

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Hiii ❤️ I was wondering if I could get a (dbd) Frank x fem reader were her and ash broke up and she goes to the legion for comfort for the breakup. Frank's always had a thing for the reader so he sees his chance to position himself as the next bf and does this progressively over the next couple of months while she strengthens her friendship with the rest of the legion. Ofc they get together in the end (I'm sorry if this is not super specific feel free to add whatever to this)

Heyy of course, here you go enjoy it :) ❤️❤️❤️

Frank x Fem! Reader

Today, you were happy. You reached your 2 year anniversary with Ashley, your longtime boyfriend. You two met when you first came in the realm and he practically took you under his wing and taught you everything.

You had a thought though.. Was he losing feelings for you? He'd choose to spend more time with his friends over you and and you rarely spent time together. You were concerned to say the least.

So, you decided to ask Ashley what was up, but before you could say anything, you could already tell how this conversation would go based on his facial expression.

"Hey y/n, can we talk?"

"Sure"

"We need to break up. Im sorry"

Your eyes widen. The way he said it sounds like he barely cared at all.

"I understand.." you looked down and walked to the woods. Your feet carried you to Ormond. You loved the Legion members because for some odd reason, they were always nice to you. So, you kept walking until you heard rock music. You carefully approached them and cleared your throat. Their heads snap towards you "Uh! I.." you couldn't get your words out as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Frank could immediately tell something was wrong with you.

"What are you doing here? Don't you know its dangerous?" Frank got up from his seat and walked towards you, folding his arms.

"I don't know where else to go" you mumbled, your voice cracking.

Frank felt pity. For the first time ever, he felt pity "What happened?" he sits you down and they all listen.

"I just got broken up with" you started crying now, breathing rapidly. Frank puts his arm around your shoulder "By whom?"

"Ashley" you lean into Frank's touch. Frank was secretly celebrating but on the surface, he looked completely sympathetic.

"Well, I know who we're targeting next" Julie smirked.

"Ditto" replied Susie.

You were surprised when Frank hugged you. You gasped but hugged back. He was rubbing your back in circles, which was honestly quite relaxing. You cry more into his shoulder. They looked at Frank in shock. Frank had a soft side? Since when?

As the months go by, your relationship with the Legion grew more and more and you were getting quite close with Frank especially. You visited them again but on this particular day, Frank acted differently. He acted weird. You knew something was up when the Entity introduced a new realm filled with cherry blossoms and well taken care of plants.

Frank had asked you if you wanted to check it out together, ALONE. To which you agreed. He took you up a hill. Now, you were surprised at how beautifully the Entity can create realms.

"So uhh, Y/n. What do you think?" he nervously rubbed his neck. You chuckled "You're saying this as if you're the one who made it"

"I did work for this" Frank replied "I sacrificed so many people, so the Entity rewarded me with a proper place where I can.. Hang out with you! Yes.

You smiled "It's beautiful"

Frank smiled from behind his mask "Good" he took your hand with one hand and with the other took his mask off. This was the first time you saw his face and to be honest, he was cute. He even had freckles (based on the Legion comic). He took your other hand "Y/n.. I love you. I don't know if you're ready but- hmfff" you interrupted him with a kiss.

"Oh Fank! You have no idea how happy I am to hear those words from you" you smiled up at him. You were caught off guard when Frank roughly kissed you. You wrap your arms around his neck and embrace the kiss.

You may have lost Ashley, but at least have Frank to kiss you better :)

#dbd #dead by daylight #The Legion #dbd legion #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #legion x reader #frank x reader #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison

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rootsofdread · 1 year

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Hiii! Always glad to see new dbd blogs!!

May i request Wraith, Nurse, Joey and Susie with a big tryhard s/o, who's pretty much throwing the game the moment they know it's them? Like they are a pain in the ass for every other killer, but for those they r just going around giving free hits n' hooks, never finishing gens, following the killer around and so on.

Feel free to skip this one if u don't feel comfortable writing it and good luck!! I'll be looking forward for all of your future posts :D

so glad to see you too! i hope i don't disappoint with my posts <33

Philip Ojomo / The Wraith:

Philip is always confused about it, to be honest. He knows you do it because you love him — that, he'd never be confused about. It's the fact that you let him kill you every time…Ultimately, though, he supposes that he prefers that over someone else killing you. He needs to protect you, and if this is the way he has to do it, then he'll accept it.

He does enjoy the help, though, like when you block exits for others when he uncloaks behind all of you. He likes sending you to be with the other survivors for just that reason. And to make sure you don't accidentally blow his cover.

Or he'll use you to draw out the others by either leaving you down or putting you on a hook. He cloaks and stays nearby to wait for your signal. That, and he prefers being close to you to watch out for you.

He will insist on you staying behind him when he's chasing everyone else around, to make sure you don't get in his way. Both so he doesn't hurt you when you don't expect it, and to ensure precision against everyone else.

He's always especially protective of you around other killers. He knows your antics must make you a popular target for the more aggressive of them. He's always looking out for you.

Sally Smithson / The Nurse:

Sally wishes you wouldn't offer yourself up for sacrificing, at least not so easily. She loves you and prefers not to hurt you. But she will, if you want it. She appreciates that you're willing to do anything to help her get ahead.

She will ask that you stay out of the way while she works, she rathers you stay out of danger until it's necessary. She saves you for last.

She does enjoy seeing you take a break from other trials with her, more free to run around and do what you like. She finds it sweet that you trust her so much.

She feels a bit bad when she blinks away from you on accident, and always looks back to check on you. She always does her best not to leave you too far behind, she doesn't like making you catch up with her.

It does make her feel quite special knowing you give all the other killers a hard time, and only give wins to her. She's not used to so much devotion from somebody. Loyalty. It means so much to her, honestly.

Joey / The Legion:

Joey loves it, because it gives him so many opportunities to show off, both to you and to other survivors, by getting you in on the trick he wants to pull off. He is delighted having a partner who'll just hand trials to him, it fuels his ego.

He will specifically tell you to give everyone else a hard time, knowing you’re already doing that and would just do it anyway. He just likes to encourage you. Plus, he kind of likes seeing all the other killers’ blood boil over how much of an ass you are. It makes him proud.

He kinda likes having a groupie that follows him around and helps him with kills. It brings him back to his brief days in Ormond before being taken into the fog: where he felt like he was on top of the world for killing someone, taking matters into his own hands.

He’ll use you to screw with the other survivors, try to earn their trust by seeming like he doesn’t have a favorite, downing and hooking you in front of them, only to viciously betray that little bit of trust he’d taken just minutes later.

It does amuse him when you try to be a pain before you realize it’s him in your trial. When you smack into and taunt the mysterious killer, you'll hear him chuckle a bit. He gives you a headstart before running after you, still laughing a little.

Susie Lavoie / The Legion:

Susie honestly finds it adorable that you'll do anything to give her a win but give every other killer such a hard time, it makes her feel special and she loves that. It sends her into a very huggy giggle fit when she sees you being such a pain in the ass for everyone else.

She probably uses it to tease other killers. "Well, if you weren't so mean, maybe you'd catch a break!" — things like that. She knows it's not true, she just hopes it frustrates them even more.

Like Joey, she really enjoys showing off in front of you by mindgaming other survivors, catching them off guard, mori'ing them. Anything she thinks you'll be impressed by during a trial, she'll do it and will always be looking over at you and waving.

She'll often ask you to go scout out where the other survivors are in a trial and sell them out to her, because she knows she can count on you to help her.

She always thanks you for taking hits very sweetly, and will thank you with a kiss when she throws you onto a hook. If there are other survivors alive, she'll hang around for a little while to make sure nobody comes to save you. And to chat.

#inbox #hope u like my interpretations of joey and susie...there's almost nothing canon about them so i'm winging them #but i'm happy w this so i hope legion enjoyers enjoy :-))#philip ojomo #sally smithson #dbd joey #susie lavoie #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #philip ojomo x reader #the wraith x reader #sally smithson x reader #the nurse x reader #dbd joey x reader #susie lavoie x reader #the legion x reader

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this is my second time posting this here- I had to fix a few things with it so here it is again!

contamination, pt two. (originally called first day)

DBD!Wesker x Reader | mature | warnings: canon typical violence, some sexual themes, my stupid glove kink(TM) | word count: 3250

part one | ao3 link

After your first time meeting Wesker, you thought about him more often than you would ever admit. His identity hadn’t remained a secret for long, what with at least six survivors knowing him.

And word spreads fast in the Fog. It's not like there's anything else to do.

Soon, everyone was privy to the various misdeeds from his past- from not showing up to (most) of the STARS teams’ bar nights all the way to trying to unleash a bio weapon onto the world.

It was quite a rap sheet he'd built up.

Even though your interest was piqued, you rarely found yourself asking those who knew him for more information. Not because you didn’t want it, no. You craved it. But even you couldn’t figure out why you were reluctant to acknowledge his existence to others. Was it because you were afraid that they might see through your carefully neutral face right to the real reason why you wanted to hear more about him? Maybe.

Or maybe you wanted to pretend like you were the only one who knew of him, that you had something special. You didn’t want to hear that he toyed with everyone like that, or that he probably didn’t even remember you. That it was all just part of a larger game that you couldn’t see.

For just a little while you wanted to pretend that someone wanted you. You had so few things going for you anymore that you almost felt owed this. You overanalyzed his words to you, the way his gloved thumb traced your lip and held your face, how he watched as you dangled on a literal hook in front of you.

Maybe you’d run into him and realize you had read much too into it. But for now, you only had your memories to hold onto, to try and seek answers from.

Over and over you ran through it, barely stopping when you were called into a Trial. You allowed yourself a few gloriously anxious moments to hope for Wesker to be your chosen foe only for it to be revealed that it was the fucking Nurse. Again.

By then, you’d all but give up. You wouldn’t let yourself die, per se, but any spark- any true fight- you had would leave the moment you realized it wasn’t him.

It was a vicious habit, one that would not sustain itself for much longer. You were on the verge of going foraging only to throw whatever plants you could find into the fire in the hopes that it might appease the Entity and let you see Wesker again.

“You okay?”

You looked up from where you had been staring into the flames of the Campfire. Chris stood next to you, the orange glow casting his face in a shadow.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been keeping to yourself lately.”

“Have I?” You were obviously distracted, from life in general and this conversation. Your feet still itched to go- to enter the woods and find some flower that would do the impossible and match you in a Trial with Wesker.

Chris gave you a look- the kind that said don’t kid yourself. You didn’t know what to say in response, so you kept your mouth shut.

“Just-” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “if you ever need to talk…”

“Got it.” Just give him a thin lipped smile. Enough to say I appreciate it but I’m not in the mood to chat.

“I mean it.”

“Okay. I’m fine, Chris, really.”

The way he stood there squashed any desire to forage. You were sure that if you left, he would follow you. And nothing is more awkward than that, right? Someone thinking that you’re in a worse place than you really are and so they think at any moment you’re gonna try and off yourself.

Jokes on you, Chris. That doesn’t work here.

That, or he suspected something else. Maybe Chris was more astute that you first realized. ___

The cold of Léry’s was different from that of Ormond or the Red Forest. It was dull, the kind of cold that you don’t realize has set into your bones until you begin to shiver.

You quickly begin to search the labyrinthine halls of the hospital for a generator, knowing that getting one out of the way early could help you later. If you couldn’t find one quickly, you’d just head to the center room where there was almost always a gen waiting. Sometimes when you were feeling particularly brave (as you weren’t right now) you would seek out some sign of the Killer. Just so you could know who you were up against, what you had to do to avoid being Sacrificed. The quiet Killers thrived here and the long hallways sometimes actually helped the ones with projectiles.

But something in your gut told you to lay low. Do not seek out trouble right now, it said, it will find you soon enough.

So you listened, sitting down at the first generator you saw. The window above you rustled from the constant gusts of wind, letting in small bursts of biting cold to add to the wintery ache you were already in. The only warmth came with the sparks hitting your skin from the wires and gears inside the generator. And that barely lasted a second, tiny pinpricks of heat burning you for a moment before they disappeared.

Your ears picked up the sound of someone walking towards you. Tensing, you look out of the corner of your eye and only relax when it's clear it's just Chris and he is alone. Wordlessly he kneels next to the generator and picks up two wires.

“Any sign?” You ask, your voice quiet underneath the slow crescendo of the gen.

He sighs and you’re not sure if the furrow in his brow is from frustration with the situation or concentration on his task.

“Wesker.”

Your hand slips. The generator blows, the noise echoing in the dusty hallway. Waving the smoke out of the way, you dive back in, ignoring the curious look Chris threw your way.

“How-” Your voice cracks and you clear your throat. It’s just the dust, right? “How do you know? Have you seen him?”

“No but I got this.” He removes his hands from the gen, pulling a green aerosol can from his side. He’d kept it in his now empty gun holster and you envy it- extra pockets were nice. “D’ya want it?” He had caught how you were eying it. Truthfully, you didn’t necessarily want the canister- there were plenty around the map, you were sure. But your eyes where fixed on it and that was because it was tangible proof that he was here.

“Keep it.” He nods and turns back to the generator, which was almost done. Somewhere across the map a chime rings out. It seems your other teammates have been busy, too. But their completion of their generator triggered the Entity’s claws to spring up around the machine you’d been working on, you and Chris both jumping out of the way to avoid being cut. They hissed and clicked like some sort of insect, the generator chugging on underneath. So close to being finished, but thwarted at the last second.

It seems that Wesker has learned some new tricks since you saw him last.

Chris sighs. “C’mon, let’s go find another.”

You knew that with every passing second the likelihood of running across the Killer was larger and larger, especially since it seemed he had no attention on anyone else. Then what, exactly, was he doing?

“Hey, Chris-” You paused, your ears perking at an unfamiliar sound. He turned around, and you barely registered his eyes widening before you took off running, vaulting over the nearest window. You landed in a shower room, the air dank with stale water. By the sound that followed, Chris was right behind you. Part of you wanted to yell at him not to follow you but you figured he had a plan. You paused for him and only started moving when he grabbed your arm, almost throwing you forward. But your feet felt cemented to the ground.

“You go, I’ll take the heat!”

You need to run. You need to, but you can barely lift your feet for a few seconds. Chris is still standing there, obviously to get Wesker’s attention.

“Chris!” It was his voice, the voice that had haunted you, snide and sneering, and you couldn’t help yourself. You looked behind you, desperate to confirm that it was him.

He was vaulting over the window into the room, his boots scuffing on the loose tiles. His knife was drawn, and his hair slightly tousled. You couldn’t tell where his gaze was fixed through his dark glasses but a silly part of you hoped that he at least glanced your way. Like this was a normal interaction in a normal world where the only thing you had to worry about was the object of your infatuation not thinking about you.

Chris looked back at you and you couldn’t tell if his expression was exasperation or desperation. But he yelled your name and a quick “Go!” before he ran right toward Wesker. And as much as you would like to see what happened next, you knew that to keep standing here would be a certain death sentence. You finally turned and ran, only stopping when your heart stopped racing from Wesker’s presence, when you couldn’t hear his and Chris’ exchange of words. You had no doubt that Chris would run soon, given the (unfair) advantage that Wesker held. But the Chris you knew also wouldn’t hesitate to physically fight Wesker, no matter the advantages given to him by the Entity.

You pressed yourself against a wall, the tiles cool against your back- even through your clothes. Just need to catch my breath, then I’ll continue on. Maybe find that generator, it should be fine by now, right? You didn’t bring anything into this Trial but you now wished you had, if just to have something to distract your hands with. Gradually your breath slowed and you could continue on down the hall.

Another gen chimed and you thought that if you got out, you would have to remember to thank your teammates. It was a good team, to be fair. You, Chris, Adam, Jake. A team of serious men… and you. But you weren’t going to let being the only woman on the team freak you out. Sure, with a Killer like the Clown or Doctor it could suck since they seemed to relish in torturing you because you were female. But you hoped that Wesker wasn’t like that.

But then, given what your mind had been like recently, would you have truly minded? Yes, you answered yourself. Because deep down you wanted him to be intrigued by you, not your sex or something as superficial as that.

Your thoughts were interrupted by one of the worst sounds in the Fog- the cry of someone being downed, which was (normally) followed swiftly by their shriek after being hooked. Surely enough, Chris’s guttural scream broke through the hospital. You immediately turned and started to run to him, guilt gnawing at your gut when you realized he was in the Basement.

He, like Jill, yanked Wesker’s attention away from you and ended up on a hook because of it. And you weren’t able to save Jill last time- maybe you could help Chris, give him a temporary reprieve from being the target. You could handle it.

There was no sign of the Killer as you entered the center room, not hesitating in running down the wooden stairs that seemed oddly out of place in the cement and metal room. The stairs creaked under you, their uneven boards squeaking and groaning. You could hear Chris’s moans of pain, and hurried into the dark room.

There Chris was, hanging from the furthest hook from the entrance. He, like most smart Survivors, simply hung there, not bothering to try and lift himself off. That was an action you only took when you had no other hope of escaping.

You rushed over to him, not hesitating to put your hands on his hips. You lifted, grunting as Chris did his best to aid you in lifting him off the hook. You practically drop him after, gasping from exertion. But Chris was already pulling you towards the stairs, his other hand holding his wound. You stopped on the landing, moving so you could see what he needed to be patched up. Chris wasn’t having it, tugging on your arm again. You didn’t doubt that if he needed to he could physically drag you away.

“C’mon, we need to get out of here-”

“Just let me heal you-”

“I just left to find you.” A third voice, a hauntingly familiar one, chimed it from above you. “But it seems you’re faster than I gave you credit for.”

You raise your gaze up the stairs, even though you knew what you’d see. Wesker stood, looking down at the two of you, his frame lit by the orange glow of the basement.

Chris pushed you behind him, shielding you from the heat of Wesker’s eyes. But no matter what happened, you both were trapped. If you made a run for it, it was likely you’d both be downed before you could even leave the center room.

“You think you can protect her?” Wesker chuckled. “That you can distract me just so you can stab me with a hidden shard of glass you have tucked away in your pocket and then you both get away from me?”

“Chris, let me distract him, please.” Your voice was barely audible to your own ears but you knew he heard you from the way he glanced at you from the side of his eye. A subtle nod. Your plan wasn’t smart and wasn’t guaranteed to even do anything. But you had to try, at least so Chris could leave and heal himself.

Wesker had started to walk down the stairs, languid in his movements. He knew you two were fish in a barrel. He didn’t need to move quickly. You took a deep breath before darting around Chris and running straight to Wesker. You thought he’d be surprised, and maybe he was for a second. But he didn’t show it, instead immediately grabbing you by the throat, pulling you towards him and twisting you down, your back hitting the stairs. Pain blossomed where the edge of each stair dug into your flesh, Wesker’s grip tight on your neck.

You pulled at his hand, trying to get him to loosen his grip. Chris was still at the bottom of the stairs, yelling something. Your head was ringing and you couldn’t be bothered to try and figure out what exactly he was saying.

Wesker leaned over you, his face twisted into a snarl. “First Jill, now Chris. Why are they so intent on protecting you?”

You couldn’t speak. Even if you could, you wouldn’t know what to say. The only thought running through your mind was let me go. Chris might have been echoing the sentient, you didn't know.

“I’ll make you a deal.” Don’t listen to him, your mind supplied. But it was impossible not to hear the words he was hissing in your ear. “If you can hide from me until I kill the others, I’ll let you go.”

What’s the catch, you wanted to ask. Maybe he saw it in your eyes because he chuckled again, the dark sound echoing in your mind.

“No catch, I promise.” He pulls back slightly, but still speaks so quietly that Chris cannot hear. “But if anyone gets out, I’ll see that you pay for it.”

With a final squeeze of your throat he lets you go and you greedily gulp in air even as he still looms above you. Your chest heaves as you gasp and struggle to pull yourself into a slightly more comfortable position. Wesker turns to Chris.

“I’ll give you a five second head start, for old times sake.”

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But despite the head start, it didn’t take long for his scream to break the eerie silence of the hospital again.

This time you just turned your head away, ignoring the pull in your gut to find and help him. This is your fault.

You wander through the halls, freezing at every noise. Wesker had never said what would happen to you if he found you before the others were dead. He had only offered two options- freedom for their deaths or punishment for their lives. But nothing about the third, obvious outcome.

Besides that, there wasn’t much you could do to keep the others from escaping. You weren’t about to sabotage them or their generators, no matter what threats Wesker threw your way. So the only thing you really could do was pray to the Entity, of all things, that Wesker proved more than capable of taking Adam and Jake out before they completed three more generators. You hadn’t seen either of them all Trial and doubted that they had gone to save Chris. With how quickly he had been put back on the Hook, it would seem like the Killer had tunnel vision for him.

Passing by a dull Totem, you shrug and kneel by it. Cleansing had never really been your thing but you had nothing else to do now that you were officially playing Wesker’s game.

You just finished pulling the bones apart when Jake’s short yelp reached your ears. And then Adam’s. You froze, waiting for their screams of being hooked.

But they never came and you realized the catch to your game. You knew neither of them had the ability to pull themselves up from being on the ground which meant they’d be bleeding out slowly over the next few minutes.

Wesker had only one goal now, and that was to find you. And you had no idea what would happen when he did. Would he simply kill or torture you? Or would he continue to toy with you, give you more of a reason to think about him when you were back at the Campfire?

Shakily, you stood and crossed the hallway into one of the long rooms with hospital beds. For a moment you considered hiding underneath one, when a force struck you from behind, lifting you.

The sensation of being literally thrown through the air was one that was hard to get used to. Your shoulder caught the brunt of the momentum as you hit the nearest wall, your entire right side crashing against the tiles with a sickening crunch. You slid down onto the floor, too disoriented and weak to consider picking yourself up to continue running.

Two black boots stepped into your vision but you couldn’t lift your head. Just pick me up and get this over with. You’d lost.

But instead, Wesker kneeled in front of you. You started to lift your head to look at him but he beat you to the punch, his hand coming to clench in your hair with a vice-like grip and wrench your head up. You stare up into his face as he looms over your crumpled figure.

He had no right to be as handsome as he was.

“Such a mess.” He tutted, the sound sending shivers across your skin. His thumb stroked against your jaw, almost comforting. But you knew, even through your disoriented haze, that it was a mocking gesture.

“You tricked me.” It sounded petulant even to your ears.

“I never said it would be a fair fight, dear.” Teasing. You swallowed, and you could faintly see his gaze behind his glasses flicker as your throat bobbed.

“What do you want from me?” It came out a whisper.

He hummed, as if he hadn’t thought of it. As if you hadn’t thought of what you would give him. But then he grinned like a cat that got the cream, a cruel glint in his eye.

“I’m going to break you. And I’m going to make you enjoy it.”

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slashersgostabbystabstab · 10 months

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Ah fuck it, I’ll post the technically other part to Blighted

This is after the reader has met with Danny who has been blighted, they are filled with a rage for the man responsible for Danny’s condition...

Warnings: It’s DBD...Idk what to tell ya, but if there’s soemthing specific y’alls want feel free to tell me ^^

(Also, this is basically what could turn into a potential Ghostface x Reader x Blight thing [tho he would be more of the antagonist here]. But it all really depends on whether people are interested or not)

Revolution was an act quite frowned upon.

Perhaps, frowned upon was the incorrect term. Revolution was feared.

The being that fed on that very emotion…it now knew what it felt like.

It had been the third match of the day, at least your third match. You thanked the Entity for giving you even just a few moments with Danny, his suffering having returned. That you sure as hell weren’t thankful for, learning that his blighted treatment was temporary, but he was always brought back to receive more and more doses.

You had spawned in a new lobby, quite upset over the fact that your snuggling with Danny had been interrupted. You could only imagine how he looked, all alone on the firepit cushions of Mount Ormond’s resort, wondering where it was you had gone.

Not wanting to think of Danny’s puppy-eyed look, you examined your surroundings before you were soon accompanied by the nervous wreck, Dwight. The two of you were then joined by Jake and Nancy, not sharing any words between each other as they readied themselves for the upcoming trial.

You, however…a sensation came over you…a feeling of determination.

Looking into the distance, you furrowed your eyebrows as if you were glaring into the face of your next executioner. Your instinct filled you with a sense of dread, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of your stomach as you squeezed your fists.

It was almost as if…the void of a darkness far from you stared back with a predatory leer.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hands now gripping onto the inside of your jacket’s pockets once you had stuffed the inside. And before you knew it, your hands no longer felt tight but instead empty. Every part of you felt light as the Entity was sending you to your grave.

After being engulfed by the Entity’s darkness, drops of rain fell onto the softness of your cheeks and nose. Fluttering your eyes open as the sound of rain hitting the soil rang through your ears, you scanned the realm you had been summoned to.

Before you were trees of great heights, and beyond those was a tall, stone structure you could only recognize as the Temple that was formerly home to the Plague.

Thankfully, you had spawned nowhere near the killer and instead found yourself making your way towards Nancy who had ever so briefly greeted you.

“There’s a generator from where I came from, over by the stone structure.” she mentioned while pointing behind her. “You coming?”

“I think I’m gonna go check the one inside the temple first.” you turned your attention to the mentioned building. “Something tells me the killer’s going to keep an eye on it in the meantime. Better to finish it now than later.”

“Good point.” Nancy nodded, soon enough parting ways and reuniting with Jake who had surprised the two of you.

So now, you made your way through the trees before finding yourself in front of the temple’s entrance. You walked through the columns while turning to every side, making sure that the killer was not at a distance where they could see you. There was no feeling of a shiver down your spine, so you could mark off every stealth killer that could have been stalking you from afar.

Continuing on your way, you opted to not walk down the steps and into the lighted center, but you instead made your way around to where the golden tablet was displayed. To your surprise, a chest was seated right at the foot of the Sumerian glyphs.

Taking one more look around, you kneeled down and took hold of the rusted padlock before forcibly wiggling it. In the process, you were hit with concern, as if someone had just been struck. Trying to ignore the feeling, you continued attempting to open the chest and before you knew it, your heart beat started to go a bit fast.

Your opening became faster, more desperate as your heart’s pace quickened even more. You could now feel it in your ears and throat, having to gulp to drown some of the feeling away.

But then…you heard a disgusting screech that was followed by Dwight’s cry of pain.

It was him.

You knew that Dwight had been downed just outside of the temple, right at the very entrance where your body was in place sight beneath the lighting provided by the temple.

Hands became sweaty as you stared down at the unlocked chest, trembling as you grabbed the lid and loudly opened it. Looking inside, you found a toolbox, this somehow giving you a rise of adrenaline.

You felt a chill go down your spine, causing your entire body now to quiver. You knew the killer was aware of your presence, just as you knew that he was now intent on pulling you away from that chest.

Feigning obliviousness, you reached into the chest to grab the toolbox’s handle while hearing demonic shrieks echoing behind you. The sounds were louder from your right where you caught a flash of orange in the corner of your eye.

Orange goo splattered all over the stone wall, right before the maker of this residue directed his attention to you.

Gripping on as tightly as possible to the toolbox’s handle, you removed yourself from the chest and stood up, all the while staring into the crate’s emptiness.

A hiss now sounded much, much closer, and as if on instinct, you swung the tool box to the right. Immediately, the metal collided with the creature that had rushed towards you, the impact creating another echo in the building before a thump was heard.

Looking to that side, you managed to crack the knuckles of your right hand from squeezing the box’s handle extremely hard. On the ground, you found the one and only alchemist you came to hate.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” you spoke, glaring down at the Blight who almost had a look of shock on what were left of his features. “I’ve really been meaning to talk to you Grimes.”

Of course, no words came from the creature who got onto his feet as soon as possible. He could only stare ahead at you from the distance you had created, gripping onto his cane quite angrily. The Blight wasn’t one who thought of himself highly, but the disbelief he felt over the audacity of a mere survivor fighting back was incredible.

He decided not to think much of it, instead focusing on just getting the sacrifice over it. So, he gave another one of his terrifying shrieks before rushing over to your direction. However, it brought an even greater shock to the creature when you not only made a U-turn and avoided his attack, but you kicked him in the back.

The Blight found himself on the cold floor of the temple, holding himself on his hands and knees while still clutching onto his cane. He turned his attention to the entrance of the temple, looking straight into the astonished expressions belonging to your teammates.

His orange eyes now darted to your form that loomed over him at the top of the temple, almost unafraid.

Unafraid to challenge he who even the most sadistic killer in the Entity’s realm feared.

He heard your shoes thump against the floor after you had jumped from that height, toolbox still in hand. He read your features, noticing the bloodlust written all over them.

No matter. The Blight stood up once again, directing a hiss your way before he stumbled on over with the stick in the air.

You had not expected him to strike the cane as low as possible, actually intending on pulling your ankle with the handle rather than hitting you like the other times. Now it was your turn to slam onto your back, wincing at the pain before lifting your tool box in a swift motion, having blocked the Blight’s actual attack.

Every move you did further agitated him, especially when you kicked upwards and at his crotch.

You had the Blight staggering backwards, having to take a moment to regain himself. That was not enough time to ready himself for your next attack, having been struck by your tool box to his face once again.

And again.

Your mind had been clouded with rage, thinking about all that Danny had to endure ever since he had his dose of Grimes’ serum.

You hadn’t even realized that your fellow survivors had been shouting your name, none of them sure of what was to be done in such a situation. If anything, they had never seen something like it happen.

To your dismay, the Blight had enough of curling up and taking each and every one of your blows. When you were winding up for another hit, he lifted his cane to block your attack.

To his dismay, you had used the toolbox to hit away his cane that flew to the side. Despite his shock, the Blight manually shoved you away and now attempted to use his claws against you.

Somehow, he had not been able to land a single attack on you, instead being thrown onto the ground once again.

Once he had come to his senses, he searched for your figure that had disappeared for a moment. But, fortunate for him, he was able to react quickly when he came face to face with his own weapon, now being wielded in your hands. As powerful as he was, he could not manage to tear the cane away from your death grip nor could he push you away again.

Even in such a vulnerable moment, he had to admire that determination of yours.

You grabbed onto the cane with both of your hands, intending on pushing it towards him to press it against what could be considered his throat. But then, you were finally pulled away.

Yes, pulled away.

Not shoved by the Blight nor pulled by any of the survivors, but pulled by an invisible force that pinned you to the ground.

Before anyone was able to act, you gave pained cough.

You were in the air, hands shaking as you looked down at your chest that you now realized had been impaled.

The other survivors turned away from the sight, not wanting to see your body be mangled by the Entity’s claws that for some reason had come out this early into a trial. They only looked again when they could tell a light shone down and disposed of your disintegrated corpse, never expecting to have the same treatment to occur to them right after that.

In the end, there was only the Blight who finally got the chance to stand up and dust himself. He found his cane, examining the area before a whisper came to his ears.

The Entity was displeased.

Displeased that a mere survivor revolted against the Blight. Displeased that three others witnessed it. Displeased that such an idea of hope was now planted into their minds.

The Blight was given a warning, but not one he cared much for.

No.

He had other things that he was now…fascinated with.

His free hand reached down to grab one of the many syringes he carried around with him, admiring the orange liquid that glistened beneath the temple’s light.

Oh how he wondered…curious to see the beautiful sight that was your heart pumping the serum through those veins of yours. How that anger from a survivor could become a new project. A mere survivor no more…he was almost obsessed now with how you stood up against him and beat him to the ground.

Talbot Grimes had a new obsession.

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