#whitechapel-murderer-dbd

[babysitter-problems]

”I’ve heard rumors you‘re quite the comedian in dire situations, Mr Harrington. Given how quickly I sacrificed your colleagues and you’re current situation as you lay upon this dirty field.. why not humor me with your witty remarks. Perhaps something about my accent, some joke about drinking tea, maybe the go to for the American stable joke about throwing tea into a harbor.. Americans seem to enjoy that one. Come Come Mr.Harrington, before you bleed out in this maze of corn.”

//I was advised I didnt have to draw a response, and to go ahead and write, so I will :) I havent gotten the chance to actually write something in awhile, letss go//

All Steve could hear was the killer’s obnoxious rambling being mixed with the high pitch ring that were coming within his ears. That along with the large amounts of pain he was feeling, it was torture. With a wheezing cough and a sharp gasp for air, Steve turned to speak. His eye brow furrowed, he wasn’t amused. “Its kinda hard to do so.. when the person in question is practically begging for it.” He scoffed, spitting out blood as he rolled back to his side. A few moments of silence before he gave a cheeky smirk. He knew his time was ending but he couldn’t just leave him with that. As the colors began to fade, Steve parted his lips.  “It’s very obvious that the only way you can get off is when someone is flaming you...”

He couldn’t help but weakly chuckle, thinking that was the best he could do. “Now...get away from me, so I can perish in peace, please”

#whitechapel-murderer-dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight ask #stranger things #dbd stranger things #steve harrington #dead by daylight oc #this sounded alot funnier in my head #mind you Im sick and really tired #hope that was an okay response <3

[harehuntress]

"Madam Please! You are familiar with my scent enough now, that even I am able to deduce you know it is me when you hurl this axes. I hide behind trees in order to keep myself from being struck, not to stalk." *He pleads with the large Russian Huntress as he removes the hatchet from the trunk of the tree he was hiding behind. He approaches her with her hatchet in hand, holding it out for her to retrieve from his grasp.* "Whether it is a test or a game you enjoy playing, please do not think of me such as one would think of another white masked stalker.. the smaller one. Not the large one."

“ don’t feel so special, i do that to everyone. your head’s still on your body, right? “

it wasn’t that anna was going it out of malice per se, it was just a bad habit on her end. the reflex to attack anything that crept up on her overrode any familiarity she might’ve had with it.

besides, she knew he wouldn’t die on the chance that she actually struck him down — which, she didn’t! — so it was no foul to her.

“ what do you want, now? “

@whitechapel-murderer-dbd

#cottontail lullaby #cuniculus #(( its 99% reflex action but the other 1% is just her finding it funny now #(( im willing to bet all of the other male killers have found her axe in their heads at least once #my art #dbd anna #dbd oc #whitechapel-murderer-dbd #dead by daylight #anna #also apologies the drawing is off i don’t draw regularly anymore <\3

[survivor-jynx]

"Stumbling around someone's home when uninvited? Very brave.. but also very foolish. You see, I am currently trying to capture a survivor whose been filling my cobblestone walls and buildings with graffiti. I know it isn't you but an uninvited guest is still uninvited. How good are you at coming up with excuses Hun?"

She jumped and whipped around when she heard a voice behind her. "I-I...um..." She was admittedly NOT good at coming up with excuses. "I got...lost." She did in fact wind up here by accident, but curiosity caused her to stick around and check the place out, not realizing someone was home.

#interactions #whitechapel-murderer-dbd

[a-swines-baptism]

*After the trials have ended for the day, Amanda returns to her realm to find a man dressed like he’s in old London attire, with a top hat. He seems to be poking around some machinery as he is also wiping the blood off of his jacket.*

“...Sorry, how did you get in here?” Motherfucker, does she need to put more traps on the door or does this Victorian motherfucker have some sort of teleporting gimmick? There’s enough people like that in the fog already, she’s had enough of it. “This is my house. Sort of. And I’d really love it if you weren’t here.”

#[the pig speaks] #[meat to slaughter] #whitechapel-murderer-dbd