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lyssak09 · 9 days

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Hi how are you?

Maybe this request of mine can be complicated so if you want not to do it, I understand...

Well, what if the reader is the new survivor in the entity's Realm and catches the attention of the yanderes, making them obsessed and in love with the reader, and of course the reader doesn't realize that... What would happen?

The Yanderes would be: Nemesis, Michael Myres, Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Trapper, Leon, Dwight, Felix, Jack.

I only wrote for Michael, Pyramid Head, and Pinhead for this one. I'm spliting this up so this part will have the killers and another post will have the survivors. I have the killers done but not the survivors so instead of waiting to finish them to post this, why not split it up? Thanks to my sister for helping me out with this one as well!! Happy reading

Michael Myers:

Of course, like most killers, he first saw you in a trial.

He saw you working on a generator with Claudette. Her face went pale as she pulled you away from the generator.

You, being new, didn’t know what she was doing and just followed her not questioning anything that she was doing.

Michael took a great interest as a way to play with his new prey.

Even though Claudette seemed to have dragged you away, she didn’t go far enough since Michael appeared out of nowhere.

You had heard him tier up once already, and this was now the second time.

He grabbed Claudette and stabbed her, leaving you too scared to move. You didn’t know he was there, how had he snuck up on you guys so fast?

He dropped Claudette’s lifeless body on the group, looking back towards you.

The fear on your face was amusing to him.

He wanted to see more of it.

He walked towards you, trying to make you move.

Which worked amazingly, since you turned and sprinted in the other direction.

He trailed behind you a ways away, making sure that his heartbeat would fade away, making you think you were safe.

You wandered towards your last two teammates, Dwight and Meg, working on a generator together.

You tried to help them work on the gen, but of course, Michael had to make sure to implement more fear into you.

His heartbeat got closer and closer, but none of you guys knew where he was

That was until he grabbed Meg off the generator and stabbed her.

Dwight ran away, also causing the generator to blow up.

Then it was just you and him.

You froze in fear, expecting him to hook you or just straight up stab you. But he didn't

Michael was confused. He couldn't kill you. This was nothing like how he normally feels. He feels satisfied when killing. But now, he was frustrated.

What about you makes him like this? He had to find out. So he didn't kill you. Just downed you and placed you in the shack.

Right on top of the hatch.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a bipolar yandere. He is also obsessive and possessive.

So he is definitely not gonna share.

He is usually a ‘kind’ (by yandere standards in dbd) yandere, but on some days he can be cruel. Not as cruel as others though.

When he learned about your presence, he knew he didn’t want to leave you.

It did not take long for you to get put into a trial with him.

Like Michael, he tried his best to kill all of your teammates before you could save them.

Forcing them into his trails and putting them in the Cage of Atonement when you got too close.

But, if you got too close to the Cage, he would just walk closer towards it, making it teleport away from where you both were.

It was basically a game seeing who would get to the survivor first.

If someone else tried to save them, he would force them to go down and trade with the person in the cage.

He repeated this until you were the last one left.

You were all his now.

You scurried like a mouse, trying to find the hatch, before hearing its winding presence of freedom.

As you ran towards the noise, you saw him standing over the hatch, his terror radius was completely gone. Behind him, a broken generator, that was nearly done, was left sparking.

He had Trail of Torment.

But he didn’t close it even though he could see you.

He just stood there.

You turned to run away, but you could hear the swing of his metal sword going through the air.

You turned back around to see him still standing on the hatch, but he was gesturing towards it with his head.

He wanted you to have it.

On days/trials where he has been pissed off, he is not so nice, even to you. Will he torment you as much as the other survivors in the trial? No. But he is gonna give you the hatch like usual? Hell no

Pinhead:

Pinhead is a Possessive yandere, but he is also very narcissistic and sadistic.

So he won’t share, but he will also talk about himself and himself only.

If you ever heard him while he was talking to anyone, he would literally only talk about himself.

But, you had only heard him talking to someone else once.

Needless to say, that was the last time you ever wanted to hear him talk.

He is sadistic, so he is mean. He’ll purposely tunnel you in trails just to hear you cry.

It's one of his favorite noises.

When you first met him in a trial, he wasn’t nice to you once so ever. He learned that he loves to hear your cry in agony. He repeatedly knocked you down, picked you up, and let you wiggle off, then knocked you down again.

He was playing with you.

Of course, it didn’t feel like he was just playing with you, it felt like suffering.

He did this the whole course of the trial. Only stopping when one of the other survivors runs past him. He’d drop you then go after said survivor for a bit, making you think he’s done torturing you.

Boy were you dead wrong.

As soon as you are about to reach one of your friends to help get you off of the ground he snatches you up and starts the cycle all over again.

Until the other survivors (those who aren’t dead) fix up all the gens and open the gates.

They’ll try to save you but can’t without being hooked or moried. So they’ll have to leave you

What a great introduction to this guy right?

Anytime you had a trial with him you felt so much agony, after the first couple trials with him your friends gave up on trying to help you. Anytime they did they’d get downed, hooked, or moried. It seemed pointless to them.

Pinhead doesn’t understand his feelings towards you, nor does he care to understand them. He’ll just keep doing whatever it takes to get these feelings to either lessen or will do anything for his feelings if they please him.

So you can either expect a sadistic Pinhead or a creepily nice/stalkery Pinhead during a trial with him.

Good Luck

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanon #yandere monster #yandere dbd x reader #yandere dbd #dbd #dbd killer #dead by daylight #yandere dead by daylight #dbd michael myers #dbd pyramid head #dbd pinhead #miss blue writing #ask lyssa

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snowsupply · 4 months

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Hell Priest

#hellraiser #pinhead #dead by daylight #dbd #cenobite #the cenobite #dbd pinhead

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oletus-writer · 8 months

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Pinhead NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw, heavy bdsm themes

Authors note: this got deleted once, and I’m really tired, so it may be bad. sorry about that

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Mortal, what is that? Why is that required? Many of those the cenobite has tortured did not require nor ask for aftercare, to be pampered after experiencing such pain and pleasure. The most you’ll get from them would be them taking care of your wounds and getting you a drink. Perhaps with time they’ll get better at it.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

They like your entire body, how it can fit so much pleasure on every inch of it, how they can rake knives through your back and run their cold tongue against your chest, the pins in their head running grooves into your skin. They do not understand the concept of vanity, and do not have a favourite part of themselves, but they do like how their hands are able to inflict such feelings…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Their cum is a bit sticky and strange-tasting, a bit bitter. Today I found out about slugging in a sexual way, and, though they are rather open with regards to paraphilias, I don’t believe they see the pleasure in slugging.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s not many secrets that Pinhead keeps, in regards to sex, but they will keep in mind what your boundaries are, and will not mention the kinks they think you won’t like.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

If you’re talking about experience in regards to inflicting pain, then yes, they are rather experienced, but when it comes to sex? They don’t remember the last time they thought of having sex.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

I doubt suspension sex counts as a sex position, but regardless, it’s their favourite way to subject you to the ideas in their mind. However, if you want vanilla sex, missionary works just fine.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

There are no jokes in Pinhead’s bedroom, as you may need to explain the jokes to them, which would ruin the mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

There is no hair to see whether or not the carpet matches the drapes, but their pubic hair is black, slightly thinner, and not groomed at all. Naturally, they don’t mind if you trim yours, as they do not understand why mortals are so hung up about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

If you count intimacy as stroking your face while crying from pain, then sure, there’s a bit of intimacy, but there’s no kisses, no words of comfort, no candles (unless they want to burn you).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

As I’ve said before, they’re not too focused on sex, and would rather take out their frustrations by torturing people. They don’t masturbate often, unless it’s to snuff films.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It would be easier to list the things they won’t do, which is not much, but if you want to see some of the stuff they might be into, so here’s a wikipedia link to a list of paraphilias.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

Whatever realm of hell they can send you to that is private and gives them free rein of their powers is a good location to have sex. They’re also not opposed to fucking you in the mortal realm, but they feel a bit more comfortable in hell.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

There’s not much you could do to turn them on, outside of torture, and their libido is less of a libido and more of a carnal desire to injure someone until every inch of their skin has been occupied with wounds. At first, flashy and revealing clothing may not do much for them, but if you introduce the concept of dressing up during sex, then they may get horny when they see you wearing such outfits. (Pavlov’s dog them)

N = No (what turns them off?)

It is rather hard to say that something turns them off, as they are very open minded when it comes to kinks and fetishes, to the point where it becomes a flaw. Don’t intraduce them to things that you yourself don’t want to try, as they’d definitely want to see what it’s all about. Why do mortals aroused by sunlight (actirasty)? Why do they like trees in a sexual way (dendrophilia)? Assisting people with automobiles particularly those stuck in the mud, snow, etc (pedal pumping)?? (I could go on) How creative your species are.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Unless you really like pain, it is I’ll advised to have Pinhead give you oral, and for that exact reason, they are not too skilled at it. When it comes to this, they would be rather awkward, and it may take a while for them to get the hang of it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

They are ruthless when it comes to inflicting pain, only pausing a few times to admire their work, or for you to savour the feelings of pleasure and pain. In regards to penetrative sex, they set a fast pace, as they would not like to be bored during sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

It seems to be a waste of time, as they are unable to show the full extent of the ideas they have planned, and it is more likely that quickies with them becomes full-blown sessions.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

As stated before, they are willing to do about anything, regardless of whether or not they understand why you mortals enjoy such thing.

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

They are a cenobite, and therefore does not have any concept of fatigue, but that doesn’t mean they want to last forever. After ten rounds or so, they’d start to get bored of it, but most likely, you won’t last that long to see them decide they’ve had enough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

If you count the strange contraptions they are able to summon as toys, then yes, they do own quite a few, which are often put to use. However, they have not known of the more common sex toys, such as vibrators, and, once introduced to them, may use them occasionally, although perhaps not in places where they were made to be used.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

They don’t like teasing too much, as they would rather get to the meat of it, but will edge you and deny orgasms in the name of pleasure and pain. Pinhead themselves does not particularly enjoy being tortured, but things such as whipping, cutting, and breaking bones are not completely off the table.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

Unless you top them, they’re going to be quiet. Even if you do take the role of dominant, there’s going to be a few grunts and heavy breathing, unless you do something game changing. Then they’re going to release a suppressed moan, and tilt their head away in embarrassment.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

If you ever tell them about the kink forniphilia, or turning humans into furniture, they thought you meant skinning them, tanning them, and all the other processes that turns them into leather, which is then used for, say, a chair.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Pinhead was originally played by a man, and, according to Hellbound: Hellraiser II, was originally a man before they became a cenobite, so they do indeed have a penis. It is of average length, around 5.8 inches (14.7 cm) and a bit thinner than average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If by sex drive you mean the desire to experience new forms of pleasure and pain, then yes, they have a high sex drive. In terms of applying that to sex, they did not know of the concept of bdsm before, but after finding out about it, they were eager to partake in it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cenobites don’t fall asleep, so don’t expect to see them with their guard lowered, looking so peaceful in their sleep. The closest you’ll get is when they close their eyes for a while, a wave of bliss on their face as they’re imagining torture.

#pinhead #hellraiser #pinhead x reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd pinhead #dbd pinhead x reader

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deadbydangit · 2 months

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hi! i would like to request a prompt.

how do you think the killers would react to a survivor!reader who screams extremely loud when injured?

I think I can do that. I'm sorry this one is a little shorter. I had a hard time coming up with ideas. Please enjoy.

With a Reader who is very loud when injured: Ghostface, Trickster, Pinhead

Ghostface

Danny actually enjoys watching people get hurt.

To an almost unhealthy level.

Like, seeing people fall down and get mildly hurt?

To him, that's hilarious.

But he takes it several steps further.

He's the guy laughing at horror movies when people are getting stabbed to death.

"Ha! It's funny cause they were stupid."

He'll say some dumb frat boy shit like that.

He really enjoys the sound of people screaming in pain.

The louder the scream, the funnier it is.

He finds a sick sense of humor in it.

You can ask him why, but he'll give you the same answer every time.

"Uh, because it's funny."

He's kind of an asshole.

But you?

"Okay, babe, I know I said I like the sound of people and pain and screaming at all but, like, chill. Okay?"

"Seriously, there's loud. And then there's you."

"I came out to have fun and kill, and now I can't hear shit."

But, he uses your scream as an excuse.

He won't ever go after you.

And if you ask why?

"Your scream is like, torture. I'll take my chances with the Entity."

Well, he isn't exactly lying. So you can't get mad at him.

He calls that a win-win situation.

Trickster

The sound of screams?

Music to his ears.

If you thought Danny had a sick obsession with screams and people's pain, you haven't seen anything yet.

Ji-Woon lives for the sound of people in pain.

So much so that he uses it to create music.

"The last sound a human ever makes? It's a beautiful sound isn't it?"

He gets way too excited about it.

Your screams?

He'd rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.

You'll always catch him covering his ears when you scream.

Unlike danny, he'll still hunt you in a trial if you're in one together.

But, he won't record your screens for his music.

Don't take offense to it though.

He'll make sure to show you and tell you all the other ways you're special to him.

So what if you don't have pretty sounding screams?

You have so many more great qualities to you.

And, if you ever feel humiliated about not sounding pretty enough for him, he'll list all the other reasons why he loves you.

If you feel left out because you aren't in any of his songs, he'll find a way to include you.

Just, you know, not your atrocious screams.

Pinhead

You know what they say.

Pain is pleasure.

That's kind of his whole thing.

Elliot loves the sound of your screams.

He loves the sound of all screams.

As long as they are screams of pain, he's happy.

In fact, he seems to like yours more since they convey more emotion.

The more agony and suffering in the person, the more he enjoys the sound.

It's only to be expected of Hell's high priest.

Now, just because he likes the sound of your screams, doesn't mean he's going to go out of his way to attack you during a trial.

You'll be given a fair chance just like everyone else.

And, if he happens upon you, then it's up to skill after that.

He finds himself very fascinated by her screaming.

He didn't think a normal human could scream that loud.

Or that intensely.

He would love to experiment on it more.

However, he will refrain from causing you unnecessary pain.

Even though he likes the sound of your pain. He knows you don't like it.

And he loves you enough to respect those boundaries.

Even when you're screaming at the top of your lungs and pain, he'll hold his laughter back.

He wouldn't do that for anyone else.

It's a bizarre way of showing affection.

But, hey, it's a start.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd trickster #dbd pinhead

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fandom-go-round · 2 years

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Can you do nsfw scenarios or head cannons where a survivor reader accidentally ends up in provocative positions with Trapper, Michael, Nemesis and Pinhead?

Alternate Title: The Entity Really Needs to Clean Up in Here

Warnings: Implied Sexual Situations, Implied Sex, Sexual Tension, Teasing, Provocative Language and Situations, Awkward Situations, Embarrassment, Canon Typical Violence, Talk of Death and Hooking

The Trapper:

You want this trial to be over with already. You know that Trapper is on his way and you wish he would get here sooner. Actually, that’s a lie because the situation you’re in is bad enough without him seeing how you look. Your leg had gotten stuck in a trap and you had flailed, slamming into one of the scarecrows in the cornfield. Now you and your new ‘friend’ where both half on the pole, looking rather suggestive.

You close your eyes as your heartbeat gets faster, refusing to look at Evan has he rounds the corner. You feel him hesitate, taking in your situation before he lets out a snort. Your leg is throbbing but you would have gladly been on a hook by now instead of listening to the laughter.

Trapper doesn’t say a word, taking the scarecrow sprawled on top of you and tossing it to the side. He looms over you, taking you in. You can feel your face heating up but ignore it, scowling at him. He lets out another deep chuckle, reaching down and freeing your leg. You don’t protest as he slings you over his shoulder, happy to let this end. You do yelp when he pinches your thigh, ignoring his rumbling.

Michael Myers:

The cop cars in Haddonfield are perfect for sliding across. Usually. This trail, something had gone wrong and your graceful slide had turned into a sprawl. It was like you hit an invisible barrier; one minute you’re running from the Shape and the next you feel like you’ve gotten hit on the head, spread out on the windshield.

Clearly Michael hadn’t been expecting it either, knife half raised in the air as he looked at you. Your head was still ringing and you groaned, opening your eyes to figure out what had hit you. Surprisingly, you couldn’t see any physical object and that’s when you realized how you looked.

Arms thrown above you and legs wide open, you were completely laid open for Michael to take in. You froze, eyes wide as you looked into the eyes of the mask staring back at you. Neither of you moved, some sort of tension in the air. He didn’t say anything as the knife slammed between your legs, sinking into the hood of the car right by your crotch. You let out a yell, throwing yourself up the top of the car and rolling off the back. There was a less than graceful stumble before you were sprinting back towards the houses. Michael watched you go for a moment before following after you. He was determined to hook you this time, even if you ended up under him again.

Nemesis:

You wanted to scream. The damn boat you were running through had collapsed, leaving you dangling from the top floor. You wanted to scold the Entity for not keeping up maintenance but that doesn’t really matter when you can hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

Nemesis doesn’t see you. You have no idea how but suddenly something is buried in your ass and you’re yelping at the top of your lungs. You hear a sound that’s almost like a gasp below you and then steps back, your face getting hot with embarrassment. You can tell that Nemesis doesn’t know what to do either, an odd silence filling the air.

Eventually he must take pity on you, hands moving up your legs before getting to your waist. There’s no warning before he’s yanking you through the floor, splinters and dirt getting all over you. You fully expect him to knock you down but instead he just gestures off to into the distance, letting you go. You don’t question it, taking off and not looking back. If he has a habit of staring at your ass now, neither of you comment on it.

Pinhead:

This had not been part of the plan. Not at all. You had planed on diving between the bars inside of the barn, ignoring the pigs hooked up around you. What you hadn’t expected was to get stuck, one of the chains hooked around your ankle and keeping you half in the bars and half suspended. Pinhead froze behind you, taking in the scene before letting out a laugh.

Your struggled to break free, wondering what he was going to do as he made his way over. You could only half see his body, torse twisted to face the door. You could recognize the grin on his face though and knew you were probably in for a bad time. It took you a second to realize that he wasn’t the one who had gotten you and it took a round of swinging before you saw the chain and the ceiling.

He has a hard time deciding what to do with you. On one hand he’s here to sacrifice to the Entity, on another it’s been so long since he’s been able to play… Pinhead walks over to you and gives you an ultimatum; he’s going to go hunt the others down and then come back for you. You have until then to escape. If you’re still here, he’s going to use you as he sees fit. He enjoys the look of panic and surprise on your face before walking off. No matter your choice he’ll have a good time; he does hope you choose to stay though.

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morbimoth · 23 days

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gave pinhead some sick piercings cuz i think it suits him

#dbd #dead by daylight #pinhead #dbd pinhead #hellraiser #pinboy look at him #elliot spencer #hes just like that

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delightfulkingtyphoon · 2 months

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He fingers that box like it is his clitoris

#slashers #pinhead #elliot spencer #capitain elliot spencer #the cenobite #dbd pinhead

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loganscyangutspill · 5 months

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Pinhead sleeps in kinky lingerie and you cannot prove me otherwise.

#Does the hell priest even sleep???#man I have to draw him in like a full on set #I'm freestyling his outfits already anyway #pinhead #dbd pinhead #pinhead hellraiser #hellraiser #my art #dbd

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daddy-deathslinger · 1 year

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Omg I love ur blog so much I always re read all of the Deathslinger ones 😫❤️

Anyway! I was wondering if it's possible for a slinger x female surv reader where she's been with him for a while and even made friends with the other killers (preferably Frank and Pin) but blight went around and dosed a bunch of the other killers (slinger included) and doc and Trapper r like well take u to lerys since that's where he's being held. She just watches in horror as Caleb is just a monster. To the point she sleeps outside of the chamber and stuff like that and frank is bff and is there for her 100% even pin is trying to keep her distracted by solving the cube and stuff like that. Afterwards when the serum wears off she like tackles this poor man and super fluffy ending of ur choosing thank you and I'm sorry if this is so long 💀

Hey there! Thank you soo much for those kind words, I always love to hear people enjoy my things! 🤠❤️ And thank you for the request, I really hope you like what I came up with! 🫶 (This became a really long one, so grab some popcorn and settle in!)

“As the heavens fall” - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Female S/O

It felt stupid to be writing a poem in a place like this, but it couldn’t be helped. You had an urge to write something neat for Caleb, and you were already halfway through the poem. Smiling like an idiot to yourself, you read through what you had written so far. Looked good enough, but now it was time to get some sleep. A trial was waiting for you soon, and you needed your strength. Cuddling up in your sleeping bag, you listened to the others at the campfire, their stories and occasional laughs. It made you feel safe and sleepy, knowing the others were here as well, all safe. For now. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt a longing in your heart for Caleb, and you wondered where he was these days. You hadn’t seen him in weeks.

Waking up at the old Thompson house, you quickly got on your feet and started exploring the place. Everything seemed as usual, the strange family portraits still hung on the walls and the stench of sweat and dead filled the rooms. Finding a generator downstairs, you started working on it as silently as you could. You still didn’t know who your killer was, or who your teammates in this trial were for that matter. One had to be careful at the start of a trial, always. But the minutes went by without you hearing or seeing anything other than your own generator, and you started to worry. Then, a loud roar could be heard in the distance. The chainsaw. Quickly, you got up from your generator and left it to sneak out the back door of the house. It wasn’t safe to stay inside a house with one of the chainsaw-wielding killers, you knew that. You needed to be able to run fast, if the situation called for it. You caught a glimpse of Kate through the cornfield, and you were just about to run up to her as you heard the roaring chainsaw again. This time it was a lot closer. Feeling your pulse quicken, you laid low in the cornfield, hoping not to be seen by the killer. Seeing a tall figure run through the corn a couple of meters away from you, you held your breath. There he was, the Hillbilly. But something was different about him. He seemed a lot faster in his limping sprint, and something yellow oozed out from his eyes and mouth. And the hissing breath was even more frantic than usual. Before you could react, he had found Kate hiding in the corn, and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed, helplessly trying to free herself from the iron grasp, but the Hillbilly quickly tossed her over his shoulder and started limping away with her. You could only watch in terror, as the killer lifted Kate onto a hook and the agonising screams filled the air. You remained hidden, watching as the Hillbilly revved his chainsaw and burst into a maniacal sprint, heading towards the Thompson house. Something was definitely different about him, he seemed so much faster and even more agitated than usual. As if the whip of the Entity was on his back at all times.

The trial went south from there. The Hillbilly slaughtered all your teammates with ease, and all you could do was watch. It was useless to try and be a hero against a chainsaw. When you found the hatch in the cornfield, you thanked your lucky star before opening it and jumping in. Back at the campfire, you didn’t find Kate or anyone else that had been with you at the trial. And you knew why. They hadn’t been granted rest at the campfire for their “poor performance” at the trial, and so they had probably been sent to another trial already. It always made you uneasy, having survived a trial while your teammates got punished. But that was how things were around here. As you sat down at the campfire, your mind turned once again to the Hillbilly and his unbelievable speed and agitation. How was that possible, and what was the yellow stuff oozing out of him? It had almost resembled the serum that the Blight injected himself with, but that couldn’t be possible. Or could it? In one swift motion, you got back up from the log at the campfire. Something was wrong, you had to find Caleb and ask him what he knew about all this. You missed him, you were worried, you needed to be with him. Saying a quick “bye” to Claudette and Jake at the camp, you ventured off into the black forest. They knew you and Caleb were seeing each other, you had been for some time now. They didn’t mind you sneaking off to be with him and say hello to some of the other killers, and for that you were thankful. You didn’t really know how it was to be that you and Caleb started dating, it just sort of happened. One day you were stupid, or brave, enough to seek out Glenvale and find him there, and the next thing you knew the two of you were inseparable. Smiling at the memory of your first date, you quickened your pace a bit, running over roots and fallen tree trunks. You knew your way to Glenvale by this point, and you were soon stepping onto the hot desert sand with determined steps.

“Caleb?” you called out, not getting any reply.

Maybe he was in his workshop, but as you opened the door to the shed you found it to be empty. That was odd, he was usually always there if he wasn’t sleeping. Searching the saloon from top to bottom, you didn’t find him there either. Your stomach started curling in on itself as you found his Redeemer on the ground behind the saloon. He would never leave it out here like this, what was happening?

“Caleb?” you tried again, your voice more desperate now.

No reply this time either. Your heart was quickening up its pace by now, and you bit your lip instinctively. Where was he? This was not like him at all.

“Y/N!” someone suddenly called out, and you turned around in one swift motion to see the Doctor and the Trapper walk up to you.

“Doctor! Evan!” you sighed in relief, knowing them well and knowing they weren’t going to hurt you. “Where’s Caleb? I’ve searched everywhere and he’s not here!”

The Doctor and the Trapper looked at one another, then the Doctor cleared his throat and looked back at you.

“We haven’t had the chance to tell you… He’s been drugged.”

“Drugged?”

You felt your heart skip a beat. The Doctor nodded and the Trapper let out a heaving sigh.

“Blight was here, a couple of days ago”, he said. “Injected him with that hideous serum and dragged him away.”

“He got the Hillbilly also, but from what we’ve seen Caleb has not been responding well to the serum”, the Doctor said.

“What do you mean?” you said, your voice shaking. “Where’s Caleb?”

“He’s at Lery’s”, the Doctor responded. “Blight locked him up after he started responding poorly to the serum. We’ll take you there.”

You felt nauseous. Walking in a quick pace after the Doctor and the Trapper, you couldn’t help but imagine the terror that awaited you as you got to Caleb. What had become of him? What had Blight’s serum done to him? Feeling a knot in your stomach, you tried to shove away the thought of Caleb chained up in the treatment room of Lery’s. As the three of you finally got to Lery’s courtyard, the knot in your stomach was the size of a football.

“Where is he being held?” you asked, and the Trapper pointed towards the second floor.

“A room up there, one of the patient’s rooms.”

Without hesitating, you marched in through the doors of Lery’s and made your way upstairs. You jogged up the stairs to the second floor and almost ran to the hallway with the patient’s rooms. Checking every room through the small glass window in the doors, you searched frantically until you found him. There he was, in the last room. You tried the door, it was locked. Hearing someone at the door, Caleb turned around to face you. What you saw was worse than any nightmare you had ever had in this place. Caleb’s face was a mess, an oozing, yellow mess. The serum was dripping out of his mouth and eyes, his body crouched and crooked into a seemingly inhuman position. This couldn’t be.

“Caleb!” you cried out, and the next second Caleb threw himself at the door with a loud roar.

You backed away from the door, tears streaming down your face. This wasn’t Caleb, you knew that. It hurt so much, seeing his distorted face pressed up against the door’s window. This wasn’t him. Curse the Blight for injecting him with the serum!

“Y/N!” you suddenly heard a voice call out in the hallway.

It was Frank.

“Y/N, where are you?”

“I’m over here, Frank”, you replied, wiping the tears from your face.

Frank ran up to you, and the two of you embraced in a strong hug.

“I heard what happened to… Shit, it’s so fucked up!” Frank said, releasing you from the hug. “I saw what had happened to the Hillbilly, but I never thought he would inject Caleb too!”

You nodded, wiping away a few new tears. You looked back at Caleb, who had moved away from the door and was hunching over in the corner of the room now.

“I can’t stand seeing him like this!” you said.

“I know”, Frank sighed, sitting down on the floor opposite of the door. “I asked the Doc what he thinks about this. I’m afraid the only thing we can do is wait it out.”

You let out a trembling sigh and sat down next to Frank on the cold floor.

“I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

And wait you did. Day and night, outside of the room. You slept on the cold floor when you needed rest, and wandered in circles outside of the room when you were awake. As soon as you were called to a trial, you were determined to survive so that you could go back to Lery’s and see Caleb. Pinhead and Frank came to see you a couple of times, Pinhead bringing his box to try and get your mind on something else.

“Thanks, Spencer, but I don’t think I can solve any puzzle boxes right now”, you sighed.

Pinhead nodded in silence and remained at the door as Frank sat down next to you on the floor opposite of the room.

“Any improvements?” he asked, and you sighed heavily.

“Nothing. He’s like a-a monster, like nothing I’ve seen before. I still can’t believe it…”

“Hey”, Frank said, and you looked up at him. “He knows you’re here, he can feel it. And he’s gonna get better, you have to trust that.”

You nodded, a silent tear falling down your face. You had to trust that.

One day, you brought the poem with you. You sat down in silence, after checking in on Caleb, and continued writing it. You had thought of an ending to it.

“... and as the heavens fall, I fall with it, and drown in the stars of your eyes.”

It was cheesy, but you didn’t mind it. Right now, you would give anything to just be able to hold Caleb again. To whisper into his hair how much you loved him, feel his breath on your skin as you kissed. Gasping to hold back the tears, you folded the poem and put it into your jeans pocket. Getting up from the floor, you stood at the door and peeked into the little window. Caleb was standing in the corner of the room, twitching and growling. You let out a sad sigh and pressed your hand against the window. If only you could tell him how much you loved him. But, why couldn’t you? If he understood, he understood. And if he didn’t, at least you would have it said out loud.

“Caleb…” you whispered, your breath fogging up the window slightly. “Caleb, I wish you could come back to me. I love you so much.”

Suddenly, you noticed a change in Caleb’s twitching. He turned around, facing you, and you almost screamed out in relief when you saw that the yellow ooze from his eyes and mouth had stopped. He almost looked like himself again, save for the occasional twitching and snarling.

“Come back to me, Caleb!” you said again, louder. “I know it’s you in there, come back to me, please!”

The next second, Caleb made a final twitch before he suddenly dropped to the floor with a loud thud. You screamed in shock, banging on the door in vain.

“Caleb? Caleb!”

He didn’t move. You had to find the Doctor, you had to unlock the door. As fast as your legs carried you, you ran through the hallway downstairs to the office. There you found the Doctor, and he didn’t need much convincing to give you the key to the room. Just as quickly as before, you were back at the room’s door, your shaky hands fumbling a bit with the key until you finally got the door open. Rushing into the room, you didn’t hesitate for a second as you knelt down beside Caleb’s body and grabbed it to turn him around on the floor. His back against the floor, his face up towards yours, you studied his closed eyes closely. The yellow ooze was still there, and you carefully dried it away from his face with the sleeve of your sweater.

“Caleb…?”

His eyes remained closed. You felt your heart hammering in your chest, as you with shaky hands stroked his face.

“Caleb, please wake up!”

Suddenly, you could see his eyes twitching behind his closed eyelids. You gasped and stroked his face again.

“Caleb! It’s me! It’s Y/N!”

The next second, Caleb’s eyes flew wide open. You gasped with happiness, as your eyes met his. It took him a few seconds to recognize you, but when he did, a bright smile grew on his lips.

“Y/N…” he whispered with a hoarse voice. “Is it really you?”

You nodded with an even bigger smile, tears of happiness forming in your eyes. Caleb sat up with a heaving sigh, his body appeared to be hurting still. You wanted to hug him, embrace him, but you didn’t want to test his sore body.

“I can’t believe you found me”, Caleb said, cupping your face in his hands. “Everything was darkness and pain. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear. But somehow, I knew you were there, right outside the door. I… I felt you.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a shriek of happiness, you threw yourself into his arms, to his surprised gasp.

“Easy, there, darlin’!” he laughed, but you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him tightly, finally getting to bury your face into his long hair.

How you had missed his voice. His touch. His smell. Suddenly releasing him from the hug, you remembered something in your jeans pocket.

“Caleb, I’ve got a little something for you”, you smiled, and Caleb hummed with interest.

Taking out the folded up poem, you handed it to him with a shy smile.

“It’s silly, but I hope you like it.”

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