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snowsupply · 1 month
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Punishment
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p3achysuki · 10 months
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can I request a headcanon on Trapper and Oni wanting to continue their bloodline and that’s where they find you 👀
warning: dubcon, breeding fetish, mentions of pregnancy, sub!reader.
The Trapper (Evan McMillian)
You clawed at the old mattress in the basement as Evan continued to pound away at your pussy, fuck no matter how many times you told him to stop he wouldn’t listen. Your cunt felt sore and overstimulated by Evan’s cock, how many times has he spilled his cum inside of you? You don’t remember you honestly lost track the moment you felt Evan’s cock tap against your cervix, his large hands grasped at your thighs pulling you back onto his cock whenever he felt like you were trying to pull away. You felt your face flush as you made eye contact with him, you didn’t even realize he was staring at you. “Evan…” you whined out as you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt yourself ready to cum again, “I’m won’t stop until you’re full with my child.” He growled out as he felt your pussy pulse around his cock.
The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka)
Fucks you during a trial, he will straight up kill the others and leave you alive. Your nails dig into his back as you feel his cock brush against your womb, why hasn’t the entity ended the match? “F-Fuck!” You screamed out as you felt your pussy gush around his cock, Kazan wasn’t even fucking you at a fast pace yet he was still able to make you cum from one thrust. Kazan grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder, making his cock thrust deeper into your pussy. Your tongue lolled out as drool dripped from the corner of your mouth, you felt like you were going to pass out. Kazan wasn’t going to let up though, he found you worthy of carrying the next bloodline of Yamaoka and he was going to make sure it did happen.
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woorehem · 5 months
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Happy birthday, Michael!!! I love you <3333 ... and bonus with a very big eclair ^^
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daddy-deathslinger · 1 month
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Hi - it's the anon "who asks for thick s/o carrying killers by mistake!" I love your post about them and I like to see one for Anna, Evan, and Max if you like!
Hi there! Here's a little something I came up with, hope ya like!
The Huntress/Anna with a buff s/o
Anna is a strong, big woman, and she knows it.
You’re even bigger and stronger than she is, and this confuses her a bit at times.
She’s supposed to be the big, intimidating huntress, but next to you she sometimes feels small. Not that this bothers her too much, she knows her strengths and she knows yours.
For example, you are an excellent friend to your fellow survivors, always helping them and carrying them if need be. 
Anna admires that about you, but soon she’s about to get even more confused.
One time during a trial, she whips out her best hatchets, the ones that usually make the survivors so disoriented when hit, that they can mess up almost anything.
She does well in the trial, as always when using the best hatchets, but soon things are about to change for her.
Scouting for a hurt survivor, she thinks she hears them moaning and whining behind a bush, so she goes there. She readies her hatchet, sneaks around the bush… 
 “Что происходит?!”
She is being lifted up by someone, or something! Carried away, like a little child!
She looks around in utter confusion, and sees… you. You appear to notice her too.
“Anna! Holy shit!” you exclaim and instantly drop her on the ground.
The two of you just stand there and stare at each other, then you start stuttering out apologies.
But Anna just stares at you, mesmerised by your strength. Then, a smile cracks on her lips and she starts laughing.
She laughs like you’ve never heard her laugh before, and it sure is a contagious laugh.
The Trapper/Evan MacMillan with a buff s/o
You know Evan is a proud man, he has always been a strong one and he’s very buff.
So when he started dating you, he had some things to get used to. You being stronger than him, for one.
He doesn’t seem to have let it hurt his pride too much, though. You know he loves you with all his heart.
One trial, you notice Evan has some fancier bear traps out. They stink something terrible, and you’re guessing he has oiled them with something to give them better grip. You make sure not to step into any, and tell your survivor friends to be extra careful this trial.
That being said, you still see someone trying to disable a trap in the cornfield. 
You also feel your heart racing, the killer is near! 
You start running towards the survivor stupid enough to try and disarm the trap, ready to stop them in the act before Evan shows up.
Your heart beats faster, Evan is almost here!
Without wasting a moment, you swoop up the survivor in your arms and run away into the cornfield with them, hoping Evan didn’t see them tinkering with his trap.
A loud grunt is heard, and you wonder if it’s Jeff that you’ve picked up…
“Evan!” you shriek in surprise, staring up into the white mask and the irritated eyes behind it.
“Don’t mind me, just trying to set my traps!” he mutters as you quickly put him down. 
Blindness traps. Of course.
The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. with a buff s/o
You’ve dated Max for a while now. He’s a very sweet and charming character, although a bit quiet at times. But you don’t mind.
In trials however, he’s very focused on his task. Whoever comes in his way, suffers the consequences of doing so.
One trial, not so long ago, something else came in his way. Or, someone particular.
It started out as a trial like any other, people getting hurt, generators getting done. 
Then, you suddenly noticed someone hunched over in the cornfield. It must have been David or Jeff, by the looks of it.
They seemed distressed, hurt even. You knew your task was to help out your fellow survivors, so you quickly ran towards the person.
“Hey, don’t worry, I got you!” you whispered, swiftly lifting up the survivor in your arms. 
You hadn’t heard the chainsaw in a while, so you got a bit nervous that Max was coming your way, silently. You quickly made your way through the cornfield, with the survivor safe in your arms.
You thought it was a bit quiet, and when you eventually looked down on who actually was in your arms, you gasped.
“Max!”
He just looked up at you, confused, a bit embarrassed. He didn’t say anything, why hadn’t he pointed out your big mistake here?
“Max, honey, I’m so sorry!” you stuttered, putting him down on the ground again.
Max just glanced at you, looking very embarrassed now. He grunted something that you didn’t really hear, and then started his chainsaw.
And off he went, to a completely different direction. 
You smiled shyly to yourself, feeling a bit stupid for embarrassing him like that. Oh well, you would make it up with cuddles later.
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tiredvampire92 · 2 years
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I guess I should draw them saying it, but I’m too lazy right now so have this one I made instead lol
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mara-xx217 · 1 year
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Killers react to the last survivor alive in a trial falling asleep and, when found, saying they’ll come willingly to the hook if they’re just allowed to rest for a while
Oh now this is an interesting one.
I think more than a few would be very surprised at this request. Surprise doesn't equate to mercy or acquisition to your request, of course, but some might indulge you.
Who *MIGHT* Indulge (for the wrong reasons)
Philip Ojomo/the Wraith
He's a creepy stalker, need I say more?
The Wraith knows you've been napping in trials. He's caught you several times. Yes, he's left you alive. Why?
You're cute when you sleep...
It doesn't matter who you are, you are leaving yourself so vulnerable... Don't you know there are dangerous predators in these realms?
You're asking for trouble.
Oh? You need more sleep...?
Sure, go ahead... Maybe he'll hook you after you're done...
Maybe not, though....
Max Thompson Jr./the Hillbilly
Hmmph- Someone sleeping? In a trial? His chainsaw is so loud too-
It's weird. You are weird and he's not sure what to make of you or the situation at hand.
The Hillbilly is... intimidated in the strangest way possible.
His staring wakes you up. He nearly pisses himself when you sit up. Was he in trouble...? It's like he's a child again...
"Five more minutes... then you can hook me."
And you lay back down.
And now he's sitting there, awkwardly, unsure how much time would equal 'five more minutes'...
It appears you have a stalemate.
Danny Johnson/Ghostface
Could there be a worse killer to fall asleep around? And yes, I'm including Pizza Face Freddy too-
Oh, sure! He'll indulge you... He'll kill your friends and oh so patiently wait for you to wake up.
Maybe he'll snag a few cute photos...
Cope a feel or two...
Oh? "Five more minutes?" Sure! No problem...
He's worse than the Wraith... I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into.
Who Definitely *WON'T* Indulge You
Evan Macmillan/the Trapper
How fucking DARE YOU-
Who you thing you are?! Who do you think HE is?!
"Five more minutes-" He's going to hook you all the same.
So no, he won't give you time to sleep. Damn you for thinking he's soft!
Michael Myers/the Shape
Doesn't matter who you are, he's going to kill you in a trial.
No exceptions, sorry hon.
Herman Carter/the Doctor
Damn, you can fucking sleep around this giggle freak?
And the electricity- Are you okay?
He's interested in how you could possibly feel secure enough to fall asleep at all, let alone sleep deeply enough to be snoring-
Well, he's taken an interest in you now and no-
He doesn't take insurance.
Who's Offended You *DARED* To Ask
Freddy Krueger/ The Nightmare
Who the fUCK-
He's a Dream Demon!
A DREAM DEMON!!
"LeT yOu GeT sOmE sLeEp-"
HOW'S ABOUT YOU SUCK HIS DICK YOU FUCKING BIT-
@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine
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haysprite · 1 year
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sometimes i like to imagine that Julie and frank cuddle by the k!ller campfire and some of the k!llers would give them the side-eye.
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Danny likes to give em a hard time :o) Meanwhile, poor Evan just doesn't wanna be there in general, let alone watching these dumbasses
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jthezombshark · 3 days
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DAWG SLIPKNOT??!!!?!?!?!???!?? LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO?!?!?!?!?!?
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blot-squisher · 2 months
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According to my 5 year old, Evan is no longer The Trapper. That’s Crack Head.
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faerytar · 4 months
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Trapper in his Krampus skin ❄️
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Yes I have Dbd brain rot, and yes it's terminal 😔 and TrapFace is a silly ship, but i like it :3 also face reveal for trapper with my owe face design ^-^ also shipping my two favs?? Whaaaaaa??? nooooo that's ridiculous >w<
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snowsupply · 1 year
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hiraethhh-h · 2 years
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evan (the trapper) with a short gn!s/o who randomly hugs him and says “i love you” (Scenario)
Anonymous asked: This might be corny, but- The Trapper randomly being hugged by his S/O and them barely reaching his chest. They look up at him with a smile (chin resting on his abdomen) and tell him "I love you" 👉🏻👈🏻 Please and thank you! 💕
(going off this height chart)
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you found yourself walking through the thick wall of fog, uncaring as the vapor consumed you and shrouded you in darkness. you knew where you were going and where you would end up. your feet carried you onward toward the brick building in the distance. dead leaves, dirt, and dead grass crunched beneath your shoes, the faint sound of metal groaning reaching your ears.
you gave a silent thanks to the fog, not knowing what you would’ve done had you ended up in another killer’s realm. upon getting closer to the building, you saw a faint light coming from the inside between a boarded up window. all that was left was to hope that evan was around. you passed through the open doorway on the side of the building, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath your feet. well, so much for the element of surprise. turning towards the stairs, you made your way up, gripping onto the railing.
before reaching the top, you stopped to peer over the floor, standing on your tippy-toes to do so. various traps hung up on the wall, some open, some closed. your eyes landed on a familiar hunched over figure seated at a table, a lamp lighting up the workbench before him. soft clinks and ticking came from evan, his arms moving ever so slightly as he worked away. your gaze softened at the sight, a small smile forming on your lips. fully stepping off of the stairs, you gave a soft, “evan?” to announce your presence to the killer. the last time you had tried to sneak up on evan, let’s just say you were nearly struck on the head out of instinct.
evan’s hands stilled, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood from his spot. he turned to walk towards you, but you met him halfway. you wrapped your arms around his waist, propping your chin on his abdomen to look up at him. evan looked down, the sharp-toothed maw of his mask meeting your stare. if you looked hard enough, you could see his the corner of lips upturned in a small smile. his arms snaked around your waist, his large warm hands resting on your lower back. you leaned into his touch, giving a content sigh. “i love you evs…” you muttered, pressing a soft kiss into the leather of his overalls. a deep chuckle came from your lover, the killer leaning down to press his face into the crown of your head. “i love you too…”
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woorehem · 1 year
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"We are of the same blood"
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daddy-deathslinger · 10 months
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Hello! May I request something for The Hillbilly, The Oni and The Trapper? I was thinking about a reader who has very bad abandonment issues and upon not stumbling across them for some trials becomes very paranoid, but the moment that she finds them she hugs them and starts crying. The Entity was playing a cruel game as a punishment for the killers' underperformance, so it decided to take away who they love most for some time.
Aaaah! I'm so sorry, I always over explain 😭 If it's too complex or even overwhelming, please let me know! I'm more than willing to rephrase/simplify my request!
Thank you for reading! 🥰
Hi there! Please don't apologize, your explanation was very good and it helps me to write what you (hopefully) want to read! Thank you so much for the request, and happy reading! ❤️
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“Washed away” - The Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. x Fem!Reader
The rain trickled down on the campsite, making the ground all wet and muddy. The others ventured inside their tents, seeking shelter from the rain, but you remained by the campfire. Someone had to keep it alive anyways, otherwise no one knew what would happen. Plus, you didn’t want to be with the others now. You needed to be alone. Because that was your truth now, you were alone. Alone in this god forsaken place, left to the mercy of the darkness. Trial after trial had come and gone, and you hadn’t seen Max at all. Every other killer, again and again, but no Max. It was as if he had just gone and disappeared from the face of the earth. Had something happened to him? Had someone hurt him? The questions swirled around in your head like flies around a rotting corpse. Not knowing where he was was killing you. You curled up into a ball at the fireplace, shivering in the cold. Silent tears started rolling down your cheeks. No one understood you like Max, what if he truly was gone? You couldn’t stand the thought, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from sobbing. Not knowing where Max was, or if he even was safe, had decreased your performance during trials greatly. You got killed, hooked, tortured, and you were a terrible teammate to the others.
“It’s not fair!” you hissed to yourself, wiping the tears away from your face.
This couldn’t be it. You had to see him. Getting up from the log you sat on, you cast a glance towards the tents where the others were already sleeping. Pulling out an old kettle tag from your pocket, you threw it into the campfire. It was now or never. You took a deep breath, and without hesitating you walked into the deep, dark forest. You had to see him, come what may.
The offering had worked. As the forest gave way for the daylight, you found yourself at the Thompson farm. The cornfields, the big farmhouse, the barn. It was all here. You had been here outside of trials before, visiting Max. Outside of trials, this place almost could be seen as… peaceful. The evening sun was warm and inviting, casting everything in a golden light that only a southern sun could make so magical. You made your way through the cornfields up to the farmhouse, deciding to start your search for Max there. The warm wind didn’t stink of blood and rotting flesh now, you appreciated that. Inside the house the wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and it was very warm here. You studied the pictures on the walls, old photos with crooked frames and cracked glass. You didn’t recognise anyone in the photos, and knowing Max’s backstory, you guessed there weren’t any photos of him. Clenching your fist a little at the thought of his abusive parents, you continued your journey through the house. Studying the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms, you found nothing of interest. Your heart felt heavy again, and you let out a deep sigh. Where was he? Had he really left you here, all alone? Suddenly, the sound of a crow cawing made you jump. You looked behind you, and quickly ran out of the house to see where the crow had flown off from. It was flying in the sky now, but what had startled it? And then you saw him. Emerging from the cornfields, that familiar limp in his steps and a wide grin on his lips as he saw you.
“Max!” you yelled out, running down the stairs of the farmhouse’s porch to throw yourself into his arms.
“Max, max, max, I can’t believe it…”
It was useless trying to hold the tears back now. You let them come, as you hugged Max tighter than you’d ever done before. You cried, your body shaking in his strong arms. He petted and stroked your back. You could feel him relaxing into your embrace, as he always did when the two of you hugged. 
“Scared…” he whispered, and you looked up at him.
“Darling, I was so scared too! I-I thought I wouldn’t see you again!”
Max let out a deep sigh, and you could see his gaze turning sad.
“What happened, Max?”
Max looked at you, biting his lower lip.
“Punished”, he said, and your heart dropped to your stomach.
Punished. Ofcourse. The Entity must have thought he performed badly in trials, and this had been the punishment. It wasn’t fair, none of this fuckery was! 
“Oh, Max…” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your hand.
The two of you hugged again, and it would take heaven and hell to break you up now.
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“Ain’t no grave” - The Trapper/Evan MacMillan x Fem!Reader
A shot rang out through the night. Then another, followed by a piercing scream. You flinched at the scream, trying not to imagine the unbearable pain as that hook sank into your shoulder. The scream had belonged to Meg, poor fucker. You felt very bad for this, but you weren’t here in this trial to escape like the others. You wanted to find Evan. For many trials you hadn’t seen him, not even seen a bear trap. It made you feel terrible, not knowing where he was or if he was safe. So this trial, you had decided that you would find him. You had burnt an offering to get here, to the MacMillan estate, and it had worked. But your killer was the dreaded Deathslinger, not Evan. That had dampened your spirits a bit, but you silently promised Evan that you wouldn’t give up. If he wasn’t in this realm, you didn’t know where to look.
“Y/N! Concentrate!”
Jake's voice made you jump, and you continued working on the generator in silence. You might as well try and get the others out while you were here, but as soon as this generator was done and the gates were open, you wouldn’t leave anywhere. You’d go searching for Evan, you’d start at the coal mines and then make your way-
*BANG!*
You screamed in pain as you felt the piercing agony of the Deathslinger’s hook sink into your shoulder. Jake was nowhere to be seen, the coward had probably hidden the second he had smelled the killer. But you had been in your own head, and now you paid the price. Slowly, steadily, the Deathslinger reeled you in, and your attempts to free yourself were as usual useless. The Deathslinger chuckled as he lifted you up on his shoulder and started carrying you away to the closest meat hook. You struggled and panted in pain, but this only made him walk faster. 
“Let me down, you fucker! Where’s Evan?” you tried, but the Deathslinger only laughed a cold, dry laugh at this. 
The next second, the searing pain of the meat hook sinking into your wound made you scream. Through the tears and blood in your eyes, you fixated your gaze on the Deathslinger, grabbing onto the hook so it wouldn’t carry your whole body weight. 
“Where is he?” you spat out, and for a second, the Deathslinger seemed to be astounded by your stubbornness. 
Then, he let out another chuckle.
“Those who don’t perform get punished, darlin’.”
Punished. You felt your heart stop for a moment. The Deathslinger laughed at your reaction, then he turned around and walked away to find the others. You were left hanging on the hook, the pain making it hard to stay conscious. You had to find him. Desperate for an escape from the torture, you tried unhooking yourself. This failed, and your attempts were punished with another shot of pain through your body. The fog in your brain thickened, it was so hard to stay awake… Suddenly, you felt relief in your shoulder, and the cold ground hit against your knees. The next second, you felt the hook being taken out from your shoulder, and you let out a pained moan.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The Deathslinger appeared in front of you, but he wasn’t looking at you this time. He was looking behind you.
“You think you can just barge in here and ruin everything, you fucker?” the Deathslinger hissed, readying his gun.
Then your saviour stepped out in front of you. It was Evan.
“I ain’t afraid of you, you big old-”
The Deathslinger’s insults were cut short, as he took a step backwards, away from Evan. He stepped right into a bear trap. He barely had time to scream in pain, as Evan struck him across the face with the blunt end of his cleaver. The Deathslinger fell to the ground instantly, unconscious. You watched as Evan turned around to face you. The next second, you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. 
“Evan!”
He quickly bent down and picked you up, carrying you to the closest rock so you could stand against it. 
“Evan, I was so afraid!” you cried, and despite the pain still screaming in your shoulder, you hugged him. 
He embraced you gently, careful not to hug your wound, and you were so happy to finally be with him again. For a second, whilst hanging on the hook, you had thought you’d never get to see him again. Now he was here, holding you, and his strokes on your back told you that he was going to take care of you. So you allowed yourself to relax, sighing as you melted into his embrace. He was here now.
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“Raise Hell” - The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka x Fem!Reader
How long had it been since you’d seen Kazan? Days, weeks. You’d lost track of the time, you’d lost track of everything. Nothing mattered when he wasn’t around, and even more so now that you didn’t know what had happened to him. What if he had disappeared? Had he left you? No, you couldn’t start thinking like that! Shaking your head slightly to get rid of those thoughts, you shifted focus back to the generator you and Nea were working on. Red wire goes behind the carburetor, blue wire goes there… But what if Kazan was in trouble? What if he needed you, and you just wasted away repairing generators? With an annoyed grunt, you stopped working on the generator and got up from the ground. You had to find out where he was. Your killer this round was Ghostface, but you were in the realm of Kazan, at the temple. Ghostface had a grand old time now, hiding in the tall grass and bushes and attacking like a coward. You were so fed up by him, but as much as you hated him, you knew he was the one with information. Maybe he knew where Kazan was? That camera of his must have seen something, but how were you going to get that information from him? As you heard Meg getting hooked, not too far away from your generator, you thought fast. 
“Nea!” you whispered, quickly dragging Nea away from the generator.
“What? Is he coming?”
“Nea, I need your help”, you quickly explained, always glancing over your shoulder. “When he comes… we jump him, okay?”
“What?” 
Nea looked like she was about to burst out laughing, but when she saw you were serious, she got scared.
“Are you serious? What the hell has gotten into you?!” she whispered back, but you only grabbed her and pulled her closer.
“I need this, okay! Will you help me?” 
Nea looked like she was thinking for a few moments, then she let out a deep sigh and nodded. You nodded back at her, grateful to still have some loyal friends in this hellhole. The two of you waited by the generator, hiding in the grass so as to not be noticed by Ghostface. A couple of minutes went by, nothing happened. You silently hoped that Dwight was saving Meg right now. 
“Y/N!” Nea whispered all of a sudden, and there you saw him.
That black cloak was barely noticeable in the dark grass, but he was sitting there, watching them. They knew they couldn’t let him stalk them for too long, or the Entity granted him greater power as a reward.
“Now!” you screamed, and the two of you jumped straight at Ghostface.
You barely noticed the knife slashing your arm. You clawed your way onto his arm and held on for dear life. Nea got his legs, and after a short, but bloody, struggle, the two of you got him onto the ground. Nea aimed a kick at his stomach, you took a grip of his arm and forced the knife to fall out of his hand. He roared in anger, but Nea quickly got him in a chokehold so you could get up from the ground. You panted, your fresh wounds pounding in pain. But the adrenaline rush was making your body stronger, right now you couldn’t care less about being hurt. You only had one thing in mind now.
“Where’s Kazan?”
Ghostface stopped struggling for a second, just staring at you. Then you heard him burst into laughter behind the mask, and this angered you greatly. You kicked him in the face, and he shouted in anger.
“I said: WHERE IS HE?!” you screamed, your voice echoing through the dark night.
Nea held onto Ghostface bravely, her gaze betraying her and showing shock and confusion. Ghostface didn’t laugh this time. He breathed in with a hissing breath, you could see some blood dripping from his jaw underneath the mask. 
“Why do you care?” he hissed, and this prompted you to kick his face again.
“Tell me where he is, now! I know you’re the one who knows things around here!”
A couple of minutes of silence, save for Nea’s grunts as she struggled to keep Ghostface down. Then…
“He’s not here.”
Ghostface let out a dry chuckle.
“The Entity wasn’t pleased with him, so it sent him away. For good.”
Your heart dropped to your stomach instantly. You gasped, blinking a couple of times. This was exactly what Ghostface wanted, and with a quick swing of the arm, he had thrown Nea to the ground and gotten his knife back.
“And I’m gonna make you pay for wasting my time like this!” he roared, flinging towards you.
You didn’t fight back, as he pushed you to the ground and towered above you, brandishing his knife. It was no use fighting back, Kazan was gone. Better let death come quickly. Suddenly, a loud roar could be heard in the far distance. Ghostface looked behind him, but turned back to face you and lifted his knife up high.
“I’m gonna make you bleed like a stuck-”
The loud roar got closer, fast, and the next second Kazan’s Kanabo bursted through the air, landing on Ghostface’s shoulder. Ghostface was instantly struck down to the ground, but he quickly got up to defend himself. But Kazan was here now, and his sharp blade made quick work of Ghostface’s throat. Ghostface dropped to the ground again, and this time he didn’t get up.
“Kazan!” you shrieked, getting up from the ground.
Kazan panted heavily, releasing his blade and Kanabo on the ground to embrace you. For the first time in ages, you felt safe again, as he held you in his strong arms. You breathed out shakily, and then the tears came. 
“Kazan… I was so afraid I wouldn’t…”
Kazan hushed you, embracing you tightly and sighing heavily. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was just a few words in his language, but you always understood what he wanted. Now, his embrace let you know that he was never going to let you go again. You were safe.
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dbdannoyingnancy · 7 months
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