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jakesduskwood · 2 years

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take me by the hand

Pairing: Jake x Fem!MC

Genre: Hurt / Comfort, Post-Episode 10

Summary: Following the reveal of The Man Without The Face, MC is a little too worried about Jake. So she does the only reasonable thing she can think of. Heads to Duskwood to find him.

EPISODE-10 SPOILERS AHEAD!

[ A/N: Hello :)

I just started this blog to talk about my love for Jake / post fanfics I might have written after / during my playthrough of Duskwood. So if you would like to talk about the game / Episode 10 / theories / anything at all, feel free to send me a message / ask :)

Anyway, this is a fanfic I wrote Post-Episode 10. ]

I love you.

The realization hit me a little later than it probably should have, but I did. I loved Jake. Perhaps I knew before. No. I definitely knew before. Jake had told me he didn’t trust easily. He hadn’t. Not until me. Even then, it took time to break down his walls. Get him to trust me. Enough to tell me his name. That Hannah and Lilly were his sisters. His whereabouts. That he loved me.

What if that was the last thing we said to each other?

After everything—everything we’d been through, after Richy, after Jake’s promise to meet me in Duskwood when all of this was over—we were so close. So close. We had risked too much for it to end like this. He had protected me too much. And if—if he didn’t make it out of there, I would have nobody to blame but myself. After all, he had gone into the mine in my place. Gone into the mine to find Hannah, but Alan found Hannah and Jake was—No. I couldn’t think like that. It had only been minutes. Minutes since I’d heard Richy tell Jessy he’d been the MWAF. Minutes since Jessy’s cries had died down in my head. Since my own cries had died down.

Richy. Who I’d considered a friend. Who I’d mourned when he died. Who I’d told to go comfort Jessy when she was attacked by the Man Without A Face. Who I’d like I was responsible for. If I had only begged him a little harder not to go into the woods—but no. No. He was the one behind it all. He was the one who had kidnapped Hannah. Who drove Amy to her death. Who lied to the people who trusted him. Who betrayed us. And now—

Suddenly, a message on my phone came through.

CLEO: Richy’s dead.

My heart skipped a beat.

DAN: What?

CLEO: There was a fire. Explosion.

CLEO: Suicide, they think.

I leaned my head back against the wall. Richy was dead. I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t know if I wanted him to make it. If I thought it’d be easier. He had asked if I believed he was sorry, but my answer remained the same. I didn’t know. I didn’t think I could forgive him either way. But I did care about him. I did consider him a friend.

Jake.

My head snapped up. Jake was in the mine. Well, maybe. He told me he would text me when he made it out. My phone showed he was still offline. No time to panic. He would be nowhere near Richy. But—Jake was the one who told me the mine was in danger of collapsing. And even if he made it out, who was to say he wouldn’t be caught the minute he did? Alan was right. There was no way the FBI were there for Hannah. And they had probably placed men at every exit. He had promised me he wouldn’t be caught, but how sure could he be? How could he possibly know the next move they’d make when he was trapped in a crumbling mine with no phone service. A stray tear slipped down my face. If Jake didn’t make it—I would bring Richy back to kill him myself.

Your fault, my head screamed.

I love you.

I love you, too.

“Come on, Jake.” I whispered harshly. “Don’t do this to me.”

Jake is offline.

Shit.

Maybe it had only been a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Felt like he should have been out of that mine already. Felt like he should have been texting me to reassure me he was fine. That he’d made it out. That they hadn’t caught him and that we would see each other soon.

I needed to see him.

I needed him to take me into his arms and reassure me the way I had wanted him to since we had first started this thing. Sure, at first, he was a little suspicious. Maybe suspicious wasn’t the right word to use. Just…cautious. Like he didn’t trust people. But I had broken down his walls. Gotten to know him. Gotten to fall in love with him. I didn’t care that I didn’t know what he looked like or that I’d never heard his voice or that he was wanted by the government. I’d fallen in love with him—with who he was.

And he loved me back.

Well. Apparently, Jake didn’t know one thing about me. It would only take a few hours for me to get to Duskwood. I’d looked it up on my maps at the start of all of this—before Jake had begged me not to go. He would probably be mad at me. It didn’t matter. His life was in danger. That was something worth breaking a promise for. Besides, if I got to see him—I would take his anger and frustration with a smile. Kiss it off of his face.

I took a deep breath and texted the group back.

ME: They haven’t found anybody else, have they?

LILLY: No, [MC].

I didn’t know whether to be relieved or cry.

Well.

Forgive me, Jake.

But I’m going to Duskwood a bit early.

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The road to the Grimrock Waterfall was crawling with numbers of police. The aftermath was still fresh. I assumed Hannah was long gone, probably settled into the hospital with her friends by her side. I’d visit her eventually. Maybe I’d figure out how I knew her. If I even did. Perhaps she had sent the wrong number. Maybe Richy had set us up. Maybe I would just have to live with the not knowing.

It didn’t matter, anyway.

Hannah was safe. Richy was dead. If I repeated it enough times in my head, maybe I could make it sound true. Make the nightmare we’ve been living in go away. Maybe I wouldn’t have to look over my shoulder every five seconds, wondering if someone was watching me. If I would be the next victim. Maybe we would be free to live now.

I could have been in there. In the mine. Blindly feeling my way around. Maybe I would have met Richy at the waterfall. And then…would he have killed me? Maybe I would’ve seen his face and he would’ve taken me hostage too. Drugged me and put me on a never-ending video loop to play for Jake and the others.

A figure caught my eye by one of the trees. My breath hitched for a split second until I realized it wasn’t who I thought it was. But it was somebody. I made my way over, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my sweater. For late-May, it was surprisingly cool outside.

“Thought you’d be at the hospital.”

The figure turned. Wheels squeaked underneath him. “Too many people right now. Figured that I would…” He motioned down at the wheelchair. “This was as far as I could go. Think they would kill me for tryin’ to go further anyway. What are you doing here?”

I shook my head. “Don’t know yet.”

“I don’t know if I believe it.” Dan shook his head. “Richy. Didn’t think he could hurt anyone. To know that…and I was the one who—”

“You can’t think like that.” I responded. “Dan, he would’ve hurt somebody. You were just doing what you thought was best. Nobody can blame you for that. Besides, he had plenty of time to get help before he died. He did this to himself.”

He hummed. “Maybe.”

“How’s Jessy?”

“Went to the hospital with the others. She wanted to be alone, but I don’t think anyone was ready to let her. They were close, you know. Always felt like I had to compete with him for her. I think she would have picked him in the end.”

“She cares about you, Dan.” I promised. Then, after a minute: “And Hannah?”

“Thomas said she’s as okay as she can be. Think she’s more in shock than injured. To be held by someone you trusted, someone you considered a friend, that’s rough. It’ll take time. I think she’s also dealing with the fact that everyone knows about Jennifer now.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I reminded him. “It doesn’t make what Richy did right.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “You think he’s still here?”

“I don’t know where he is,” I answered. “He said he would let me know when he was out. It says he’s been offline for hours but…I don’t know.”

“You plan on staying here?”

I shrugged. “Probably, at least for the night. Guess we’ll see where it gets us. Don’t think I could sleep much either way. I still feel like I’m being watched. Like Michael’s going to turn up at any moment and say it was all a joke. That it was him.”

“I think that would be too easy.”

I smiled weakly. “Probably.” My smile faded. “Dan? I’m sorry, about—”

“I shouldn’t have asked.” He waved a hand. “I know I’m not the first person to. I knew you were involved with Hackerman. Just hoped you weren’t. But it makes sense. The truth is, I don’t have a reason to dislike him. Just think you could do better than a life like that.”

“I have my demons too, Dan.” I told him. “Besides—I think I would go anywhere in the world if it was with him. We can still have that movie night, though.”

He grinned. “I look forward to it.”

“I don’t know why I came,” I crossed my arms over my chest and rubbed them, suddenly feeling like an idiot. “He’s not coming out here, no matter what. There’s cops everywhere. I just thought he would text me and I could find him or—sounds like one of those stupid romcom movies now that I think about it.”

“Maybe stupid romcoms are your thing.”

“No, they’re not.” I laughed.

“Maybe they are,” He said again. “Don’t you wonder something?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

He looked up at me. “That guy over there’s been glaring at us for ten minutes.”

My heart skipped a beat. My head snapped up to where Dan’s head was tilted toward the edge of the woods. There was a figure, hidden just enough that you wouldn’t be able to see them without actually looking for them. Their dark attire blended into the trees. Their face was tilted down and hidden beneath their black hood. Still, I could tell that Dan was right. Their posture was rigid and stiff. Turned toward us like they were unhappy. At first, I thought it was Michael, maybe coming to laugh and tell us that it was him all along, that he had framed and killed Richy and that he was coming to kill me next.

But then my phone buzzed.

Jake is online.

No. No way. All of the emotion I felt inside of me came bursting out at once. Tears poured down my face no matter how furiously I wiped at them. Jake was alive. He was alive. And Hannah was safe. And Richy was dead. Richy was the MWAF. Michael wasn’t coming back from the dead to tell us it was him. And I hadn’t cried about that yet. No. I had. I had cried while I was on the call with Richy. Watching him bleed out from a gunshot wound. I’d cried as I watched Jessy come to terms with the realization. I’d cried when I realized I didn’t know if Jake was okay or captured or if he was dead and I would never see him again. I cried during all of it.

But not like this. I hadn’t felt my limbs shake with each gasping breath as I realized that my final words to Richy had been nothing but resentment. As I realized just how serious the situation was and that never seeing Jake again was an actual possibility. And yet—here he was. And that made me sob harder. The guy who loved me was standing there, and all I could think to do was cry and shake because drawing attention to him would cause them to find him and I could not handle that when I just got him back.

“Please do not pass out on me.” Dan warned. “It’ll be really hard to catch you.”

Somehow, that made me feel worse. I sniffled and wiped at my eyes, feeling incredibly weak and stupid for someone who just realized the guy she’d drove two hours to see was actually alive and not dead. My phone buzzed in my hand.

JAKE: I told you I would contact you when I got out.

JAKE: Please do not cry.

I snorted slightly. Yet—it gave me more comfort than anything had in a long time. To know that we did it. That we found the culprit. Sure, it was someone we trusted, and sure, we lost someone we considered a friend tonight, but it was over.

JAKE: Come here.

I looked down at my phone and then back at the hooded figure. I didn’t want to risk it, but when I saw him take a step toward me, I gave in and hurried toward him without even a quick goodbye to Dan. It was okay. He’d understand. I plowed into the figure at full force, nearly knocking him off of his feet and burying my face in his neck.

He was the perfect height. The kind where my head fit perfectly against him, where I could hear his pounding heart against my own, feel his face buried in my hair. I probably looked a mess but I didn’t care. I tightened my grip around him, burying my tears in his hoodie and soaking it with my face.

“Jake—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered back.

Oh. His voice was soothing. The kind you could fall asleep to. The kind you knew you were safe around. He kissed the top of my head and I melted. I remembered when I watched Richy die, the first time. I told Jake I wished he could take me in his arms. Much like he’d done now that Richy was actually gone.

I pulled back to look at him, reaching up to cup my hands around his cheeks. He moved his head to look at me and I got a glimpse of him for the first time. And—hell—he was handsome. I knew he would be but seeing it for myself was a whole different experience. The moon reflected off of his face and lit up his eyes, the soft reflection in them that gave me butterflies like I was back in school again. He gave me a soft smile.

“Hi,” He whispered.

I smiled. “You kept your promise.”

“I told you I would.”

I tightened myself around him again. Like, maybe, now that he was here, all my worries could go away. It didn’t work. Still, it was a nice thought.

“Did you read the group messages?”

He shook his head. “Haven’t had the time.”

“Richy’s dead.”

His hands around me stilled. “Oh. [MC], I am so sorry.”

“Jake, we were wrong.” The words felt weird on my tongue. “Michael wasn’t the MWAF. It was Richy. He—he kidnapped Hannah.”

“What?”

I shook my head. “I don’t feel as relieved as I should.”

He pressed another kiss to the top of my head. “I’m here now.”

“Will you tell me again?” I begged.

“Tell you what?”

I pulled back to whack him lightly across the chest. “You know what,” I told him softly. “I have to hear you say it.”

“I love you.” He tilted my chin up so he could press our lips together. It was short and sweet and made me crave more. There would be time for that later. “I would do anything for you.”

“Yeah, we have to talk about that.” I warned him. “We’re going to have to compromise. I cannot have you risking your life for me whenever you feel like it.” He laughed softly.

“We’ll talk about it.” He hummed. “So, you still want a life with me?”

I smiled. “Jake?”

“Hm.”

“I love you, too.”

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dirtyplasma · 2 years

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Phil, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing.

MC: Okay

Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink?

Phil: Orange soda, please!

Jake: I'll have the strawberry soda.

MC: Me too, strawberry soda.

Phil: ...

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robbybarnes · 2 years

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~DUSKWOOD~WHAT IF (i'm a little sad,so this is a sad what if)

---What if,at the end of the adventure,WE went to rescue Hannah,not Jake?---

Jake is on the phone with Alan in a video call, when suddenly he sees Hannah throw herself into the policeman's arms shouting Richy's name. At that moment Jake understands.

Send a message to MC immediately

Jake: MC pick up the phone now! It's Ricky! It's always been Richy!

But no answer,so in a desperate attempt to do something he calls back Alan.

Jake: You have to do something,please bring her back alive to us...to me

Alan: I don't know how to tell you this,but the entire place exploded...there is fire everywhere. I can't go inside right now,we have to wait for the firefighter...i'm sorry.

Jake: No,please! She didn't text me back,there must be something you could do!

Alan: ...i'm sorry,i'm really sorry but if i go in there i'll die with her. You know MC better than me,she wouldn't want this...

Jake watched the phone as Alan framed the burning entrance to the main gallery for him. Warm tears rolled down Jake's cheeks.

He closes the call and went back to their chat to write to her.

Jake: ...i know you're still in there...please,give me any sign that you're still alive. Without i can't convince Alan to go in there to save you...

No response

Jake: I can't lose you like this. I had to be the one trapped in there, not you. This is all my fault...i put you in danger. I ran away from the Government and instead of staying close to Duskwood,i have strayed too far.

Still no response

Jake: I never showed you my face. You never saw my smile or heard my laugh. You have never seen me angry or tired or disappointed.

He waited a bit for an answer

Jake: You don't know that when I speak I gesticulate with my hands or that when I am nervous I walk inside my shelter. You don't know that I dream of you at night and that I see your face, your eyes and look at your hair blowing in the wind.

Another little pause

Jake: ...and...you don't know that for fear of never seeing you again I hacked your phone's camera and took a picture of you...you don't know that I saw you and fell in love with you even more.

Sobbing at his own words he closed his eyes. After a couple of minutes his phone rang.

*MC incoming call*

He answered and immediately tryed to triangulate her position with his pc. She was coughing and breathing hardly.

Jake: Hey! I'm here! Listen to my voice okay? I'm going to send a message to Alan and-

MC: ...d-don't...

Jake: What do you mean?

MC: ...i-i saw Richy...he was the MWAF.

Jake was silent,listening to her voice for the first time.

MC: ...he...he didn't hurt me. He said to m-me to run...that he wanted this to be over. He tryed to kill himself,setting this place on fire...

Jake: ...but...you didn't run away...right?

MC: ...y-you know m-me well...even if he's a m-murder,he's still my friend...couldn't let him die...

Jake: ...

MC: W-we run...b-but the floor collapsed under our feet...i-i think...i think he's...

She started to cry,sobbing and he couldn't do anything better than cry silently. Then with his computer he sends a text to Alan that she was still alive but trapped.

Jake: Everything will be okay MC-

MC: The smoke is making me impossible to breathe...and the flames reached us down here...reached me. I don't have much time...

Jake: No don't say that! Helps are on the way,they will be there soon and-

MC: I wish i saw your face...and heard your laugh. I wish i felt the warmth of your hugs...i-i wish...oh,God...i wish I'd had the time to look into your eyes, stroke your hair and...and...

She coughed loudly and her breathing became faster and louder.

Jake: We'll have time for all of that,i promise...

MC: i'm...happy tho...i had t-the chance to know you a little...

Jake: no,please...MC

MC: ...the flames are so close...and the smoke...i can barely see Richy nex to me...

Jake puts a hand on his mouth to try and suffocate his sobbing.

MC: ...y-you...you still...remember that Chinese place?

Jake: ...sure...

MC: Book a table for two...don't be sad...I'll be there...e-even if...you won't...see...me

The connection began to shake and MC's words reached his ear distorted.

MC: ...i'll...be...there...pro...mise

The call went dead and Jake burst into tears in his makeshift shelter. After ten or maybe more minutes,Alan called him back saying that a big explosion had brought down the entrance and that the firefighter were no longer able to go inside.

Jake threw the phone at the nearest wall destroying it. Then in tears he looked at the PC and like a fury he destroyed it throwing it to the ground. With cries of anger and pain he grabbed the chair and threw it on the desk and kept hitting every single object in the room until he collapsed into a corner. With his legs to his chest and his hands over his face he continued to cry and shout the name of the love of his life. That day they managed to save Hannah, but Jake lost his heart.

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witchwitha-b · 2 years

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I haven't uploaded in a while! I'm sorry I was a bit preoccupied but now I try to be more active and what way is better than to do the meme every good fandom has, right?

I hope you like it!

Have an amazing day<3

Who broke it?

MC: So.... Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Jessy: I did... I broke-

Mc: No... No you didn't, Dan?

Dan: Don't look at me. Look at Thomas.

Thomas: What? I didn't break it!

Dan: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it's broken?

Thomas: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!

Dan: Suspicious...

Thomas: No, it's not.

Richy: If it matters - probably not - but Lilly was the last one to use it.

Lilly: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Richy: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Lilly: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Richy!

Jessy : Okay, okay! Let's not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Mc!

Mc: No! Who broke it?

Thomas: Mc.... Jake has been awfully quiet.

Jake: Really?

Thomas: Yeah, really!

Jake: Oh my god!

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*Cuts to Mc outside the room while the others fight*

Mc: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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diariodelissa · 2 years

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Jake: I saw that you had a long talk with Daniel

MC: Are you jealous?

Jake: No.

MC: 🤭

Jake: You agreed to watch a horror movie.

MC: That's right.

Jake: What movie would you choose to watch with me?

MC: No movie. I would think of something more interesting to do with you 😏

Jake: I better leave before I start blushing.

Jake is now offline

Jake is now online

Jake: Do you like musicals?

MC: I don't. Do you? 🤔

Jake: No.

MC: And why are you suggesting a musical?🤭

Jake: Because I wouldn't pay attention to the movie anyway. I would think of something more interesting to do with you.

MC Jake!!! 😏😳

Jake is now offline

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thizchaos · 1 year

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Male Mc

https://instagram.com/thizchaos

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giu-world · 3 months

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Jake: How's the most wonderful creature in the world doing?

MC: I don't know, how are you?

Jake voice cracking: I-I'm....fine.

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hack-me-jake · 8 months

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i started playing duskwood again and 👉👈

i think i'm in love with ✨that person✨ all over agaiiiiin

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imaginesvoid · 2 years

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Falling | Jake Donfort [Duskwood]

Does not contain any spoilers for Chapter Ten :) I’m hopelessly in love with a fictional character whom we’ve never heard the voice of or seen, ahh oh well, it’s fine. ENJOY MY LOVES xo

Jake sighed, looking around his screens, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he pushed himself away from the desk, turning his head when he realised he hadn’t heard from you in a while.

It was in the group’s best interests that you reside with Jake, that you’d be the safest there plus it wasn’t like the hacker himself would ever complain, it was obvious he’d taken a clear liking to you. You made him want to be a better man, a better being. You made him want to open up, tell you all of his secrets that he had kept locked away for years.

He turned his screens off with the press of a button and slid out of his chair, pulling his hoodie back since he knew you hated when he had it over his head, it made him seem untouchable, and when you needed him, which was often, that was the last thing you wanted to see covering him.

“Y/N?” He called, exiting his bedroom and shutting the door softly behind him. When you didn’t respond, he walked over to the screen of cameras lined up for him along the far wall of the corridor, he saw you with your head in your hands on the dining table in the kitchen and quickly turned on his heel.

“Y/N.” He spoke again upon entering the kitchen, walking over to you. Your dinner was untouched, hell even the cutlery hadn’t been moved from where Jake placed it down for you just under an hour ago.

He squatted down besides you, your legs underneath the table as he placed a comforting hand on your knee, his arm propped up on the top end of your chair. Your face was still buried in your hands and Jake could make out the soft sniffles coming from you.

“Can you look at me?” He questioned politely, ready to remove your hands from your face but you did so first, they fell to your lap and your tired eyes met his. Your eyes were significantly puffier and your cheeks had tinted a slight red, even under the dimmed warm lighting, he could make out the notable symptoms of an emotional breakdown.

He removed his hand from the top of your chair, bringing it to your cheek and caressed your skin softly, noticing the dried evidence that were your tears previously streaming down your face.

Your eyes flickered away from his and back down to your hands, Jake pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear and gave your knee a comforting squeeze.

“Can I ease anything?” Your heart warmed at his caring nature, despite being a closed off and usually upfront individual, there was something about him that was different when it was just the two of you, he was.. loving?

“You could kill me.” You answered lightly but Jake tensed, hooking a finger under your chin to turn your head so that he was looking deep into your eyes once more.

“[MC], you’re here so I can protect you if need arises, even if it’s those inner demons, I can help.”

You gulped, resting your hand over his that was on your knee, giving it a firm squeeze. “Jake, you worry too much.” He shook his head faintly that even if you had blinked in the moment, you’d have missed the movement.

“Only because it’s you.”

“Okay well then you worry too much about me.” He grinned at your wit, something you could watch forever, being with him in the present felt like your home away from home.

“You can never worry too much about someone, you only ever worry too less.” You snorted quietly, “alright Shakespeare.”

Jake smiled, rising back up from where he was squatting besides you and pulled the chair from the other side of the table so that it was just around the corner from you. He took a seat on it and his hand grasped yours.

“You need to eat.” You watched him pull the plate closer, picking up the cutlery with one hand and poked the fork through the chicken.

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically as he brought the fork up to your mouth, waiting for you to open. He smiled toothlessly, circling the fork as he grew impatient with how long you were taking to listen to him.

“Really.” You hesitantly opened your mouth and the fork entered, you took the contents off of the piece of cutlery and began to chew as Jake removed it, looking back down to already get the next few pieces.

“I’m sorry.” You apologised after swallowing your food, feeling your heart quicken as Jake caressed the top of your hand with his thumb. He met your eyes, his eyebrows drawing together.

“What are you apologising for?”

“For this, not feeding me - that’s totally on you but you shouldn’t have to be doing this, taking care of me.”

He sighed, the corners of his lips twitched upwards as he placed the fork down on the plate. “I wouldn’t be if I didn’t want to [MC], I want this, I-I want - to take care of you.” You watched as he nervously stumbled over his words, the light on his face shadowing him now as he looked back down to the plate of food.

“Jake?” He hummed in response, picking the fork back up again but you reached over and stopped him in doing so.

“Can I dance with you?” He chuckled as he looked up again, stunned at your sudden question and something he definitely wasn’t expecting. You chuckled with him but remained fixated on getting an answer.

“Can I?”

“Why do you want to dance with me?”

You shrugged, looking over his plain black tee. “Because it’s just us, I’m not going to dance alone am I?” You retorted and he gave you a knowing smirk, “you could.”

You rolled your eyes and got up from the chair, your hands falling to your side as you went over to the kitchen island, pressing play on the cassette player. The music distorted before it started clearly, soft sounds of the piano arising in the room.

You walked back over to him, and he only watched you with a tiny smile. You extended your hand out, bowing your head slightly. “Mr Donfort, may I have this dance?” He scoffed and took your hand, interlocking your fingers together as he stood up.

You dragged him to the middle of the room, and turn to face him. Your bodies are of close proximity as Jake looks down into your eyes, his have a subtle softness in them that you knew you only could claim as your own.

“Can I be honest?”

“Yes.” You reply softly, and he smiles a little.

“I don’t know how to dance.” You giggle and nod your head understandingly, “I’ll go easy on you.” He doesn’t respond, and you guide his free hand to your waist. His touch is gentle and he doesn’t grasp you as of yet, you can tell he’s nervous.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite.” You whisper jokingly, placing your hand on his bicep and as if on cue, he tugs you closer to him but you can’t tell if it’s because you just comforted him into the action or that he genuinely wants to feel you be closer to him. Nevertheless, you don’t stop him.

You look directly into his eyes as he does you, and you wonder in your mind that you could probably count every different colour present in his eyes since you were that close to him right now. Yet you choose to focus on what you’re feeling, elation, nerves, you didn’t know what you were to Jake but in this moment, you were glad you were close to him at least.

You removed your hand from where it was interlocked with his and winded it around his neck, bringing both arms around him. He placed his other arm around your waist, and pulled you closer into him, impossibly closer.

You began to sway softly together to the music, there were no lyrics in the song, it was purely instrumental and quite a simplistic body of work. You feel his fingers graze your bare skin where your crop top couldn’t cover, and you couldn’t control the goosebumps lighting up your skin and spiralling all over your arms from the mere feeling.

You wondered what it’d be like to have him beneath you, above you, besides you - you didn’t really mind, you wondered what it’d be like to feel his skin against yours.

Your fingers effortlessly raked through the back of his hair, and he smiled softly at the feeling, his eyes poured into yours and he never once broke the contact, he was ready to pour his life out to you if you asked, and that scared him. His vulnerability around you scared him, no one had ever quite reached him like you had ever before.

“What are we?” You couldn’t stop the words falling out of your mouth and you didn’t know if you regretted them or not, you weren’t even sure if you wanted him to answer. But he did.

He always had an answer for everything, despite always being the one asking the questions. It’s pretty much what he did for a living. Asking the questions that nobody ever thought about.

“We don’t have to be sure on what we are. But [MC], I’m sure of one thing.”

Your eyes flickered to his lips and he noticed it, feeling his stomach do a flip at the sight.

“What’s that?”

“I told myself I wouldn’t fall for you a long time ago. But you - you made it so easy. You made loving you an easy task and I didn’t know what to do, I tried to keep it at bay, not let my mind resurface your words but they always managed to find a way in.”

You place a hand on the side of his face, but he continues. “I want you [MC], I really want you. I don’t want to fight it anymore.” He carefully admitted and you felt his hands press on your back, he was afraid that if he didn’t hold on to you, you’d slip away from him.

Your breath hitched in your throat and as the song began to build, he tilted his head and dipped down as to meet your lips but he hovered over them, you wanted to meet them but you wondered if he stopped himself because he didn’t feel it was right.

But his lips brushed against yours, and he whispered once more.

“I love you, [MC].” Your heart swelled and your stomach swarmed with butterflies, your lips twitched upwards into a smile and you tiptoed, meeting him in the middle.

It was gentle and caressing, his arms tightened around your waist, slightly lifting you off of the ground as he continued the kiss, his hand going further beneath your shirt, drawing on your back.

You exchanged kisses until the song ended and once you were both satisfied, you pulled away but Jake pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to be close to you. His eyes looked deep into yours.

“I love you, Jake.” His cheeks flushed at your words and he buried his head into your neck, you chuckled and winded your arms tighter around his body.

Don’t blame me, your love made me crazy.

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jakesnymos · 10 months

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would anyone be interested in reading a novelized version of the game from MC’s POV or am I just delusional about this game

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duskwood-disco · 2 years

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Time to post my once-in-a-month meme

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jakesduskwood · 2 years

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we'll make it through

Pairing: Jake x Fem!MC (focus on the main story a bit more though)

Genre: Post-Episode 10

Words: 2,928

Summary: Following Episode 10, MC thinks she should probably be happy. Hannah has been found, the Man Without A Face is no longer a threat, and as far as she knows, Jake is safe. But when she is whisked out of her bed in the middle of the night and taken to Duskwood to be interrogated by none other than Alan Bloomgate, she realizes that maybe some secrets were better off kept that way.

[ A/N: Hello!

Thank you all so much for the love on my last story. I wrote this in one sitting and did not proofread it whatsoever, so I apologize for any mistakes that may be made. Also, I will make a Masterlist where you can read all my fics if you choose to. :)

Enjoy! ]

“You don’t believe me.”

Alan Bloomgate blinked tiredly at me from across the table. I didn’t blame him. It had been quite a long couple of days. After Richy’s reveal as the MWAF and the fiasco in the mine, the town of Duskwood seemed to be slowly returning to its former state. Still—there were questions that had to be answered. Hence, why three men had shown up at my door in the middle of the night to tell me I would be seeing Duskwood a little sooner than planned.

He sighed. “I never said that.”

“Then somebody else doesn’t believe me.”

“You know how this sounds, [MC].” He reasoned. “You tell me that your friend—Richy—chose to kidnap Hannah. Yet—neither you nor any of your other friends seemed to know. According to your chat history, you and Richy talked quite a lot.”

“Sometimes.” I admitted. “We were friends. I thought we were friends. Why would I lead you to Hannah if I had been an accomplice in Richy’s plan?”

“I’m not suggesting that you were,” He attempted to reassure me. “Just trying to understand what happened in that mine, that’s all. I’m trying to understand how you fit into all of this. You had no knowledge of this group before Thomas texted you, is that true?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I received a message from Thomas and everything kind of snowballed. Hannah sent him my number, apparently. I’m still not sure why. They asked me how I knew Hannah, but I told them the truth—that I didn’t.”

“And how does the hacker fit into all of this?”

I swallowed. “He doesn’t.”

“We have already gained access to your phone, [MC]. Truthfully, I know what I have to. But I’m hoping that you can shed some light on the situation at hand. You know, I had always known this town to be a safe place. Then suddenly, ten years ago, Jennifer Hanson’s body is found inside the forests of Duskwood. Then, recently, Amy Bell Lewis’ body is found. Both cases unsolved. Both holding a connection to the forest. Except—I don’t know what it is. But you do. I don’t think you are as suspect here, but I do think you know something you aren’t willing to share.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Jake has nothing to do with them.”

“Maybe not.” He hummed. “But the topic of him does get a rise out of you. So—take me through this one more time. You received a call from the kidnapper, asking you to come and meet him by the Grimrock Waterfall.”

“Yeah. That was after he’d been shot by Dan. His plan had gone wrong, so he needed to come up with something new, I presume. Except—I never went, so I don’t know what his intentions could have been if I did show up.”

“So, you decided not to show on your own?”

I hesitated. “No. Thomas really wanted me to go. I thought about it. But—the others were certain it was nothing more than a way to lure me there and trap me.”

“And you thought it was Michael Hanson.”

“He fit the bill,” I admitted quietly. “We were mistaken.”

“I told you he was dead.”

“Richy was supposed to be dead and he wasn’t.” I reminded him. “I thought you could’ve helped him leave. Listen. I’m not proud of it. I just believed it over the possibility of one of them having kidnapped their own friend and lied to us all this time.”

He paused. “But you did send someone into the mine.” I tensed. “[MC], please. Believe me—I’m on your side. If I wanted to arrest him myself—I would have already done so by now.”

I averted my gaze. “So, you know where he is.”

“The general vicinity, yes.” Alan paused. “What would you have done if I would have found him down in the mine?”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t.” I admitted. “I almost told you—I was afraid that you’d shoot him so I almost told you that he was down there with you. It’s better to have him arrested than to have him wind up dead. He would’ve probably never forgiven me.” I blinked back tears. “I know what you think about him. I know they’re after him. I also know you warned me—that they were there.”

“Maybe your story’s not that crazy.”

“I didn’t want him to go,” I whispered. “He knew the risks. We both did. But—we started this all to find Hannah. We had to finish it. I know it sounds ridiculous. Please, Alan. The only person in on all of this was Richy. I was there when he told Jessy—on the phone call. I imagine it went the same for everyone else when she told them. We trusted him and we were wrong to.”

“Then Richy killed Amy?”

“No,” I ran a hand through my hair. “Amy killed herself. I suppose Richy caused her to do it, but there was a letter she wrote and he found it. Richy didn’t kill anyone.”

“And how is Jennifer Hanson tied to all of this?”

I shook my head. “That’s not my story to tell you, Alan. Please. I’ve done my part. We found the culprit. Hannah’s alive and on the road to recovery. Richy is dead. For the first time in what feels like it’s probably been years, the people of Duskwood can finally rest. Can’t you let them have it for a while?”

“And what about Richy’s family?”

“What about them?”

“What do you suggest I tell them?”

I paused. Richy’s family. Well—that was tough. Do you tell them your son kidnapped somebody and drove another to their death and in the end—all they had was knowledge that something had happened to their son and they didn’t even really know what. Do you tell them you’re sorry, that you wish you could have stopped him? Tell them about all the good moments you had—like the ridiculously bad jokes he used to tell that always made you laugh? Could you tell them anything that wouldn’t have them break down?

“You tell them—” I suggested. “That you’re sorry. He thought he was doing the right thing. You can’t fault him for that. He just—went about it the wrong way. I think, somehow, his heart might have been in the right place. Maybe it wasn’t. But you don’t let them know that the thought even crossed your mind. Tell them how much he meant to his friends. Before. I mean. Like how when Jessy was attacked by the MWAF, he went over to comfort her after. Or how he rented a place to get his friends out of Duskwood when he thought they were all in danger. Make sure to leave out the gruesome details.”

He closed the binder in front of him. “Can you think of anything more to tell me?”

“About the case?”

He shrugged. “Or in general.”

“We’re so young,” I told him. “Practically kids. We’re not, but—the decisions we make won’t be the right ones all the time. I’m including myself in this—so you know. Maybe we could have left it to the police. For the record—I’m glad we didn’t.”

“Are you saying this to make yourself feel better about all of this?”

“It’s the truth.” I told him. “Richy would have never given Hannah up willingly. The only reason she escaped is because he was injured. Because you found her. Because of my friends. So, please take it easy on them.” I paused. “And Alan? I know it’s a lot to ask for. But…can I please ask for a favor from you?”

“Depends on what you’re asking me.”

“You warned me,” I reminded him knowingly. “About the FBI. I told you everything I can when it comes to Hannah. If you could—the things you know about Jake, if you could maybe keep it to yourself. I mean—don’t poke the bear, you know? They’re already after him and—look, I’ve had bad judgement all my life, when it comes to people. Clearly, Richy is a prime example. But, Jake is the first person I’ve met that I’m sure of. He’s good. So if you could—”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, [MC].” He responded, and then, he stood from his chair and winked at me. “I will be back with your belongings.”

I listened to the click of the door and sighed, burying my head in my hands. The whole thing was a mess. An absolute shitshow. Richy was dead. Hannah was safe, sure, but at what cost—she had killed someone. Even if it was ten years ago, people still wanted answers. She still needed to face her mistakes. It didn’t matter that it was an accident. They’d covered it up and kept it a secret for years. All of them. And Hannah was the only one left alive to take the fall.

Somehow, it didn’t feel right.

And Jake—God, where even was he? He had texted me once outside of the mine, only once, sent a simple I’m fine followed by a smiley face. He had gone offline before I could even respond and hadn’t been back on for days. I don’t know what that meant. Maybe he had been arrested. Maybe I would never know.

The door clicked open again but I didn’t raise my head. Truthfully, I didn’t want to move. Didn’t think I could. I had been here, under Alan’s watch, for what felt like it had been days, though I’m sure it had only been a few hours. Really, I hadn’t even had time to process what happened. All I knew was that I had been brought to Duskwood for an interrogation. Alan told me he didn’t see a suspect in me, but he also told me not to leave town until they cleared me. Whatever the hell that meant.

“Do you have my phone?” I asked tiredly.

The device slid across the table and landed in front of me. I swiped up on the screen and frowned when I saw no missed messages from Jake. Then again, I suppose I wasn’t really expecting there to be. Maybe just hoping he would have gotten enough time to text me that he was okay. That he didn’t drop off the face of the earth after telling me he loved me. Well. That’s my fault for falling in love with a wanted criminal.

The chair across from my scraped against the floor. Ugh. Wonderful. Time for more questions to be interrogated with. I groaned and threw my head back to connect with the wall behind me. “I’d love to give you more—but I don’t have anything else to say.”

“Hm.” He mumbled. “I assumed you would be happier to see me.”

I cracked one eye open and tilted my head down to meet the stranger’s eyes. My mouth went dry and my head spun. The person in front of me—I hadn’t seen them before, but I knew. The smirk dancing across his face and the way he looked at me and—oh fuck.

“Jake?” I pinched the inside of my elbow. Nope. Still awake. “How are you here?”

“It’s a—” He glanced back toward the door. “Long story, actually. Surprisingly, Alan helped me out quite a bit. However, I am afraid we do not have much time. Maybe five minutes. It is a very high risk being here for me. But. I had to see you.”

I swallowed my tears. “You’re alive.”

“I am.”

My chair scraped against the ground and clattered to the floor with a loud bang. I barely had time to react to Jake’s wide eyes before I threw myself into his embrace, folding both arms around his neck. Maybe it was a bit cliché, but he smelled like home. Like—like everything I had ever been missing and didn’t know. If we only had five minutes, I wanted to spend them wrapped up in his embrace. But—I knew there were things that needed to be said.

Starting with—

“You absolute fucking asshole!”

His eyes widened comically as I pulled away to slap him across the chest. “What—?”

“You had me worried!” I screeched. “How dare you tell me that and then you disappear for days with nothing but an ‘I’m fine’? I’m glad you were fine, Jake, but I sure as hell wasn’t fine when I had to constantly worry about you.”

“I am so sorry, [MC].”

“I don’t care.” I shook my head and collapsed back into him. “I don’t care. You said we could be together after all of this was over.”

He frowned. “It isn’t over.”

“Yes, it is!” I demanded, despite knowing he was right. “It is. You said it would be over once we found Hannah. We found her, Jake.”

“That only means we are one step closer.” He tried to reason with me. His hands rubbed my arms softly. “These new turn of events have caused a slight wrench in my plans. My pursuers are close to me—closer than they have ever been. I cannot risk putting you in danger like that.”

A tear fell from my eyelash. “I don’t care about that.”

“Please, [MC].”

I took a deep breath. “How long?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted unsurely. “Until I know for sure. Please, I do not want you to worry about that, though. I promised you I would not let them separate us indefinitely. I hold every one of my intentions to keep that promise.”

“You could take me with you.”

“[MC].”

“Fine. It was a bad suggestion.” I agreed. “Just—now that you’re here, it’s going to be hard to let you go again.”

“I will find you.” He stroked a hand through my hair. “In every lifetime.”

“Do you know how sappy you sounded then?”

He grinned slyly. “I have picked up quite a few things on my years hiding out. I may have stolen that one from an elderly couple I came across once. However—it still holds true. I won’t ever let you be on your own for too much time.”

“Will we ever be together?”

“I’d like to think so.” He hummed knowingly. “We already are in some ways.”

A knock on the door made me flinch. Jake smiled knowingly. A bit of a grimace, but still enough to reassure me. Or at least try and attempt to. He pressed a long kiss to my forehead and breathed me in. I was sure I smelled like police stations and sweat and my sheets I had clambered out of at three in the morning to answer the door. Still, he didn’t seem to care.

“[MC].”

I shook my head. “No.”

“No?”

“You’re not allowed to say it again. Not until we’re allowed to be together.” I pressed my face to his chest. “Think of is as your reason to come back to me.”

“I already have multiple.”

“You know—this’ll make me miss you more.”

“You found Hannah,” He explained, though it didn’t really explain anything at all. “Changed my life in more ways than one. I needed the chance to tell you that in person. I did not care about the risks.”

“You’ll text me when you’re able to?”

He nodded. “It might be a while before then.”

“As long as you do it.”

“I will.” He promised softly. A tear escaped his eye but he wiped it before it could leave a trail of evidence down his face. “You have to let go of me now.”

I released my hold on him and gave him a watery, shaky smile. My heart clenched deep inside of my chest painfully and yet—I wasn’t sad. Well. I was. I wanted him to stay with me. But I knew we would be together again. We would both make sure of it.

“See you soon?”

“As soon as I am able.”

The door clicked shut behind him. My lip quivered slowly as I slid down the wall behind me and buried my face in my hands. There were so many things I was unsure about. So many things that had me on the edge of my seat. That had me unable to truly sleep at night. Jake’s safety had been one of them since the moment I found out he was wanted by the government. Hannah’s fate. The identity of the Man Without A Face. The well-being of my friends.

Hannah had been found. The Man Without A Face had been revealed. And yet—none of it felt as though it was truly settled. Jake was still on the run. The group had lost a friend—maybe in more ways than one. Hannah’s fate still truly wasn’t sealed. The Man Without A Face—well, maybe it was possible that sometimes, I wish I still didn’t know. Things were supposed to be better after it ended. We were supposed to be relieved. I was supposed to be with Jake. And now—

Maybe it would never truly be over.

Maybe—I realized—as I sat alone in an interrogation room in the middle of Duskwood—where I had lost one friend and where two women would never truly get justice without the cold and hard bitter truth coming out—that this was the way it was always supposed to be. No justice. No sense of relief. No back to normal. No hope. Just—

—emptiness.

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