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anarkissm · 1 year

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. (REPOST DO NOT REBLOG!)

name: moony.

pronouns: they/them.

preference of communication: tumblr ims, but my discord is available by request since i write on there too sometimes. (:

name of muse(s): claudette, jake, adam, ghostface, pyramid head/james, the wraith, the chatterer, frank & joey from dbd/horror. raven and catwoman from dc comics. nihlus and grunt from mass effect. usagi from sailor moon (primarily post-stars or post-series). scar from alien vs predator. genji and reaper from overwatch.

experience/how long (months/years?): since 2012, so about 10 years!

platforms you’ve used: primarily tumblr, skype, kik, discord, and some lighthearted stuff on tegakiE.

best experience: my old rp group/rpc used to do these online cards against humanity games or movie streamings completely in character. like, played it off as our muses watching the movie or playing the game. it was all random and sometimes i didn’t even know some people there, but it was loads of fun lol. very unserious.

rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: obviously besides the usual rudeness and lacking etiquette, i'm not a fan of people taking the rpc too seriously and expecting everyone treat it like a job or obligation with no funsies allowed. i can't imagine acting like That on this cringe ass hellsite. i personally love touching grass. <3

fluff, angst, or smut: i guess if i had to choose between these three, it'd be angst, then smut, then fluff. depends on the ship partner i guess, i’m just vibin'.

plots or memes: both! but i love plotting, bouncing off ideas and brainstorming. i've got like 90000 ideas ready to go!

long or short replies: i tend to lean towards longer replies, i always end up with more than a couple of paragraphs. but i don't mind short things at all, especially for banter or crack/memeing, and i neverrr expect others to match the length of my replies.

best time to write: aaaa man, i'm usually preoccupied a lot in the day, and timezones basically means my evenings/nights are when it's like 3am or something for everyone else LOL... so i just write on my phone from a notes app whenever the muse(s) hit and post it later. i'm an agent of chaos.

are you like your muse(s): ngl this multi is an excuse for me to write my favorite characters of all time, because i genuinely want to give them more cool stories and adventures, they’re important to me! we are all probably neurodivergent tho lol 😎

TAGGED BY: @tthehair 💞

TAGGING: anyone + everyone!

#OOC.

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divinemanicstate · 2 years

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this might be a bit awkward to ask and you don't gotta answer but ah

Whats Trickster, which is ji woon and leon and what are they from? I kinda stumbled across you one day and I really like your art and your vibe

and then I realized that I have no idea what anything here is about but it seems really interesting 😅

hey anon! not awkward at all dw

so ji-woon hak (trickster) is the violet haired guy, an original character from a game called dead by daylight

leon s kennedy is the blonde one, a character from the resident evil franchise who got added to dbd last year

and jeon is the name of the crack ship (have no idea if i came up w it originally but ive been calling them that since leon got added)

they haven't interacted in canon however they probably have off-screen, as the realm (place where they're taken to by an Entity which resides there as well) is home to all of these licensed and original charas and they run into each other during in-game trials

hope this helps! you can always read on both of them on their respective wikis here - ji woon / leon

#also thanks for liking my art!! if you have any more questions feel free to drop them in my inbox :D

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rainbowrandom · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeffrey “Jeff” Johansen / Kazán Yamaoka | El oni Characters: Jeffrey “Jeff” Johansen, Kazan Yamaoka | The Oni, F.J.S.J. | The Legion Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Touching, Implied Relationships, No Plot/Plotless, Demon/Human Relationships, Demon Sex, Internal Conflict, Conflict of Interests, Accidental Voyeurism, Minor Violence, Muteness, Jeff is a good person but conflicted about his silent lover, Killing, Fluff and Crack, Some Plot, I REGRET NOTHING Summary:

Otro día de noche eterna con la variable correcta, en este momento de oscuridad tendrá lugar el placer.

Hello, I really like this ship and it makes me so happy to see this little fandom grow! I am thinking of making a collection of Drabbles where I accept requests and would be delighted to hear your opinion about it, without further ado; Enjoy the reading.

¡Hola, realmente me gusta esta ship y me hace tan feliz ver este pequeño fandom crecer! Estoy pensando en hacer una colección de Drabbles donde acepto peticiones y estaría encantada de conocer vuestra opinión al respecto, sin más; disfruten la lectura.

#Jeff x kazan #jeff johansen #kazan yamaoka #crack ship #Gay ship #Dbd #Fic in spanish #Fanfiction #The oni #Still searching for names for the ship #Future plans for this madness #Oni|Jeff #Jeff Johansen x Kazan Yamaoka #Oni/Jeff #crack pairing #Dbd ships

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spicykoreansinger · 3 years

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[* Crack knuckles * Na Ganda! *Lets do this*

- Mun is here! Sorry for my korean later first of all, thank you everyone for all the nice followings and reblogs, likes!

- Mun is 18+, but this blog will be mostly SFW from khmm porn. If I upload something like that, I will upload it in my deviantart, giving the ask a good link.

- I mainly will answer in ask as art, so please be patient.

- Sorry for my korean, I will try my absolute best to answer everything in a good way! Even my english sometimes go crazy, sorry!

- I interact in some funny ways.

- My Ji-Woon is sometimes a little bit too crazy.

- I am a meme-face so memes are welcome and coming!

- 14+ years of role playing experience.

- Mun is european but everyone is welcome!

- Ji-Woon drawings will be uploaded most of the time.

- My working schedule is chaotic and I do play DBD too, so be patient again ><.

- I am a Steve, Jake park and QUENTIN survivor main.

- I will be a Ji-Woon and Ghostface killer main.

- That saying whos are my favorite characters.

- Please don’t hurt the baby Dwights and babies!

- I am a multishipper, but I rarely do ship art or post, my main goal with ask bloggers and my followers, ask anomim people is just to be friends.

- Gore, funny asks, rude asks even are welcome. Most of the time I interact really positively with killers and survivors too I don’t really discriminate I am just slow.

- OC friendly blog but I don’t rp mostly, this is an ask blog and I mainly try to answer 1 ask in 1 time, so be patient again!

- Sometimes I only do sketches, I am still a trainee artist.

Thank you for your attention, have a nice day...soooo lets see the asks! ]

#nick talks #mun #ask blog #some things to state

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mewmedic · 3 years

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A Very Kingfield Christmas

Read it on AO3 here.

Summary: Dwight and David are both working at the mall during the horrendous holiday season. They sometimes keep each other company to make the job more tolerable. Dwight wants to move forward in their relationship but can he get into the Christmas spirit to pull it all together?

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no actual sex occurs.

Notes: My first DbD fic was supposed to be either Megdette or Dwake because those are my favorite ships. However, I came up with a clever Kingfield Christmas idea and Christmas week also happens to be Kingfield week. Fate had taken the wheel from me on this one. I hope it's alright because I haven't written any fics in years. Enjoy!

It was finally time. After four hours of pain and suffering, the moment Dwight had been waiting for had assuredly arrived, his legally mandated 30-minute lunch break. It was two o’ clock in the afternoon, late for lunch but a perfect time for a break as it was exactly in the middle of his shift. His Job? He played the role of “Mr. Elf” in the fantastical production of daily life many would call “being an assistant for a mall Santa.” He served this noble part-time cause all for the glorious reward of eight dollars an hour.

Dwight quickly rushed past the employee-only doors and headed to the punch out machine. Once upon a time, this wouldn’t be such a nerve-wracking experience but now lunch brought the opportunity to talk to a certain someone. He had recently started a relationship of sorts with a fellow employee, a British fellow by the name of David King. That is, if you considered getting fucked in a car within one of the mall’s many parking lots a relationship. He was currently trying to upgrade to getting fucked in a bedroom at the bare minimum. A man can dream, can’t he?

Sometimes the two would be able to chat as they eat, but other times David’s schedule just didn’t line up perfectly with his. Dwight always took his break at the same time every day, so it was really up to David to reciprocate. He had finished giving his precious time data and fingerprint to the punch out machine, rounded the corner, and there he was. David sat in a cheap foldable chair at plastic table, eyes on his phone for a moment but then he looked up and nodded to Dwight.

David’s dark red uniform consisting of a billed cap, button-up top, and cargo pants could use an ironing, but Dwight really had no room to talk. His own uniform had him trapped in itchy elf ears, an even itchier sweater, and a pair of pantaloons over leggings he had to thrift because he ripped the original pair. The worst part was the bells attached to the pantaloons, which jingled with every step he took towards the fridge. He grabbed his lunch box out of the fridge and plopped down on the chair across from David. Within Dwight lunchbox was a ham and cheese sandwich, a chocolate chip cookie, a bag of cheesy chips, and a water bottle. David on the other hand, had nothing but a beige-colored protein shake.

“You arrest any shoplifters today, mister mall cop?”

“You know I’m not a damn mall cop-“

“You’re a supervisor contracted out by a security company that works with the mall.” Dwight placed his chin in his palm and his elbow on the table, attempting to lean his body towards his companion. David crossed his arms, sharing a performative pout as he reclined back in his chair.

“And no, I didn’t arrest anyone. Even if I wanted to, I can only observe and report. They don’t even give me handcuffs!”

David did not have handcuffs at the ready, he tossed that fantasy out of mind. Dwight and David enjoyed the faux verbal jousting and it always quickly led to complaining about their jobs. Sometimes it was nice to have a routine, especially during the chaos of the holiday season. After all, nothing united coworkers quite like shit-talking a job with the risk that their boss may potentially be within earshot.

“Today, a girl who had to be at least eighteen threw herself onto Bill’s lap and started yelling about wanting a new gaming rig. I had to pry her off of him while her friends laughed at us. I thought the old man was gonna break his hip.”

“Customers act like Christmas is open season to being an asshole to us. I hoped maybe Americans would be different but they’re just as wild as back home this time of year.”

There was a pause between the two as David gulped down a long sip of his protein shake. Dwight seized the moment to rip a bite out of his sandwich, it had grown soggy after sitting for hours in the poorly maintained refrigerator. It was then that he realized that he knew nothing about English life and learning more could be a way to get closer to David.

“What is Christmas like in England?”

“Well, when you’re a kid. You don’t send your letters to Santa off to the post. You burn it in the fire.”

“That’s insane. How is it supposed to get to the North Pole?”

“I don’t know! The same way Santa’s fat-ass slides down the chimney. It’s all stupid magic that parents makeup. We also got this thing called a Christmas cracker.”

“Oooh, sounds yummy.”

“It’s not a snack. It’s a present you pull on both ends and it cracks open. Usually has a paper crown and other trinkets inside.” While David spoke, he pantomimed the act of tugging on the ends of this so-called cracker and then wiggled his fingers to represent the explosive crack. A smarmy grin creeped across his lips, “Of course, Christmas really gets interesting once you can get piss drunk.”

“C’mon, we do that here in the States too.”

“No, I mean really drunk. Parents will even leave out brandy and a mince pie for Santa too.”

“Wow, I couldn’t imagine being like ‘Okay Junior, we have to make sure Santa can get wasted tonight.’ Sounds wild.”

The two briefly chuckled for a moment. David consumed another gulp of his shake; Dwight shoved a handful of cheesy chips in his mouth. The two sat in silence for another moment, the only sound the crunching of said chips.

“Do Americans eat chipolatas on Christmas?”

“I have no idea what that is.”

“It’s a sausage, for Christmas we wrap it in bacon.”

“That sounds fucking incredible.”

“One thing I see here that I wish more folks did back home is all these fairy light. Americans love to have a show of things.”

“Oh, I have my apartment decorated like that.” This was silly little lie. Dwight was too busy working one and a half jobs to adorn his dwelling in accordance with any festivities. The poor fool could barely clean his bedroom once a month. He would be willing to make time to decorate if the glow of Christmas evening were enough to attract David.

“Well, I’d be delighted to see your flat. What’s it like?”

“It’s… Cozy.” This was not a lie so much, since ‘cozy’ was basically the millennial code word for ‘tiny studio apartment.’ Dwight gulped and could feel a line of sweat drip down from his hairline. This was the pivotal moment he had been anticipating every time he punched out for lunch. He just needed to work up the courage to make the move. “I’m free this weekend if you want to come by. I’ll have eggnog and we can watch a movie… If you want, that is.”

“I’m free Saturday after eight. That good for you?”

“Sure!” Dwight accidentally spoke with a little too much enthusiasm and the realization made his cheeks redden a little. He averted his gaze from David and looked down to his mediocre sandwich. The two continued to enjoy their meals, and each other’s company, for a brief moment until they were interrupted by an alarm on David’s phone. The Brit returned his protein shake to the refrigerator and gave a parting salute.

“See you when I see you.”

“Have fun supervising.”

He couldn’t help but let a small smile spread across his face as David exited the break room. He really pulled it off. Now he had to sacrifice what precious free time he possessed to pull off an exterior and interior decoration job. He could pull the whole operation off in the next three days, right? Did Dwight have what it takes to make this Christmas merry? Not really, but he can damn well try.

#Dead by Daylight #DbD #KingfieldWeek2020 #Kingfield #Dwight Fairfield #David King

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shirtlessfelix · 3 years

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Who are your favourite characters to write for?

Short Answer: Trapper, Wraith, Billy, Anna; Ace, David, Feng, Felix. Not that I post them all, but I definitely will be soon!

Long Answer

Killers are really fun! Writing them as likable characters is always interesting imo since, well... VILLAIN BAD u feel? As far as non-dlc killers go, the original trio (Trapper, Wraith, Billy) and Anna are my favorites.

Survivors I'm not super picky with, but I love writing for Ace, David, Feng, Nea, Felix obv, and the Jake stuff lately has been fun :)

I made this blog in the first place because DBD has so much fucking opportunity to write for!!!!!!!!!!! So many ideas I'll definitely be writing in the future, I just love it lol.

If we're talking ships/nsfw, literally give me the most random shit and I will eat it up. PH and Oni all day long. With Doctor? Even better! I do love a lot of the more common ships too, but crack/rare ships just hit different.

Individually (reader insert/oc scenario), I like writing with PH a lot and the ones I listed before (Anna, etc.); Jane and Kate too :)

#ask #anon

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prophxtslash · 4 years

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Rules

Here’s my list of rules for this shitshow

Also! Please only request up to four (4) characters for one ask. Thanks!

Bold is new characters/themes/content added.

Who I Write For:

Slashers

Michael Myers (Both DBD and Movies)

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Harry Warden

Bubba Sawyer (Both DBD and Movies)

Freddy Krueger(begrudgingly) (Movies only please, I don’t care for remake Freddy at all.)

Thomas Hewitt

The Sinclair Brothers (Vincent >> Bo)

Jennifer Check

Ghostface Boys (Billy Loomis / Stu Macher)

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Dead By Daylight

All Killers*

All Survivors*

*note: recent DBD updates/characters (Mikaela Reid and onwards) are not included as of right now. Once I catch up on lore and the like, I may then add them to the list.

Outlast

Eddie Gluskin

Chris Walker

Miles Upshur

Richard Traeger(he’s my sister’s mans ok)

Val and Marta (not the biggest fan of 2, but these two were my faves lol

Resident Evil (outside of DBD)

Carlos Oliveira

What I Will Write:

Gore-- Will be tagged as tw: gore

NSFW-- Will be tagged as //nsfw//

Sensitive Topics--depending on the topic of course. Will be tagged accordingly.

Ships--I indulge in Character x Character, so I’m more than open to writing for certain ships(as long as they don’t include my ‘wont’s’)

Platonic Relationships

LGBTQ+ Content

Crack Content (occasionally and depends on the situation/request)

Sibling Relationships

Dub-Con / Non-Con

What I Will Sometimes Write(Depends on Context/How I’m Feeling):

‘Fighting’ over Reader--more inclined to poly but it really depends

Omegaverse(A/B/O Dynamics)-- I read quite a bit of it, but in terms of writing it may be bad. Hopefully will move up a column after some time/practice.

Daddy/Mommy Kink-- I have seen a bit of the light, but still situational.

What I Won’t Write:

Incest

Pedophilia

Periods/Period Play

Pregnancy

Please be as specific as you can when requesting! Requests such as ‘Slashers reaction to’ are frustrating to come up with, so it would help a lot if you request specific characters! Thanks!

I’ll be updating this as I go along, but this is it for now. So yeah, nice.

Pssst wanna get on my good side/make my day? Maybe request some of my favorite characters:

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Harry Warden

Amanda Young (Pig)

Steve Harrington

David King

Caleb Quinn( DeathSlinger)

Legion (Specifically, Julie and Joey)

Sally Smithson (Nurse)

Evan Macmillan (House Wife Trapper)

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

Eddie Gluskin

Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveira

#prophet speaks #prophet's rules #READ THIS BEFORE SENDING A REQUEST I"M TIRED

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edward-richtofen-queen · 5 years

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Lost Girl's Lullaby ★Chapter Two★

Masterlist

Chapter One | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Hallowed Blight Event)

Character(s): All Killers (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), All Survivors (Focused on Blight Cosmetics), Female!Reader, Vigo (Mentioned), Benedict Baker (Mentioned)

Relationship(s): All Killers/Reader (Friends), All Survivors/Reader (Acquaintances), Phillip Ojomo | The Wraith/Reader

Overview: It had been months since you'd arrived in the place you had inevitably been placed in—The Fog as it was named. You understood the basis of how to survive and escape, but you were drastically different than the others—you sympathized with the people and creatures that were hurting you and your so called friends; You remembered vividly your first day of being in the realm. What will you do when The Blight appears and takes over your little world? Which side will you end up on—Killers or Survivors?

Warning(s) for this Chapter: Sympathy for Killers

Chapter Song Inspiration: Phantom of the Opera—Prague Cello Quartet

Notes: Welcome back! This chapter was highly requested after the first one! It was extremely fun to write and took a long while to create. There will be some implied ships—mostly killers/killers and survivors/survivors (and maybe some killer/survivor)—so if you don't like them being together, please ignore them (It's not really important to the story, but I like the interactions they will make in the future). Also important—the killers and survivors won't be able to use each other's perks, they're stuck with their own and the "free" ones. Maybe in the future I'll let them use each other's? Anyway, thank you so much for the love and support and I hope you enjoy! Journal Entries from the DBD Wiki!

Dedications: @daylightbydead, @insearchofnewdreams, @irageneve and @ameliafireheart!

Taglist: N/A

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Killer Campfire—The Fog

"Well, it does seem we have another survivor on our hands, don't we?" The smooth and deep voice from the large man in front of you made you shiver—you were in some trouble, weren't you? Your mouth had sealed itself shut, not saying a word as you cowered under his unnerving gaze. The other killers, made up of creatures and humans alike, seemed just as silent as a thick blanket of tension was placed over the camp. Behind you, The Wraith placed his hands comfortingly on your shoulders, his mere familiar presence a warming comfort.

"Since no one seems to want to speak—or some of you who refuse or are unable to—I will introduce myself and yourselves. It seems you've already met Phillip, The Wraith," He gestures an open hand to the man behind you as he makes a soft purr noise from his throat. "I am Evan Macmillan, known as The Trapper in trials. The large woman at the start of the row is Anna—The Huntress." The woman known as Anna wears a beautifully crafted bunny mask aged and weathered, a large axe resting in her hands as hatchets dangled at her waist. She only nods her head, a tune vibrating inside her throat as she hummed.

Several minutes later, you had introduced to everyone as you stayed silent and acknowledged them as they did you. Only a couple seemed to really speak—like Herman Carter; The Doctor along with Freddy Krueger; The Nightmare. Oddly enough, for killers meeting you for the first time they didn't seem as unwelcoming as the survivors were. Everyone seemed to make conversation as normal as Phillip picked you up and sat down, having you extremely close to make sure no rouge killer would try to kill you. Sally, the woman dressed in all white from head to toe, floated over to the log you were seated on. "Phillip's taken quite the interest in you, hasn't he?" She speaks softly and sweetly to you as you feel Phillip stir behind you.

"He's very sweet," You finally speak, his lips pressed to your forehead again. "Well, I'm here to fill you in for what Evan missed out on," Sally speaks, fixing her gown as she sits properly on the log. "You will encounter us each at least once this week. Depending on who you go against, they'll try and go easy on you so you can learn what they do. Once you fully develop your potential and perks, we'll treat you like any other survivor in trials but treat you normally outside of them," Sally's sweet voice explains in an almost professional voice as you nod.

"The Entity has taken an interest in you as well, she's letting you see us out of trials—Anyway, she dropped off a gift for you," Sally hums, a frail journal in her hands as she hands it over. It looks extremely old, dust painting the top and the pages ripped and yellowed brown. Opening the journal, you skimmed through the pages to see beautifully written cursive aged into its pages. Some of the pages didn't have dates on them, but one section of the journal was stuffed to the brim with paper on top of its entry. "Do you happen to know what day it is, Miss Smithson?" You ask politely as she nods. "It's October 12th, I believe—may I ask why you ask?"

You nod as your fingers brush over the words October 19th on the top of the page. "Just seeing if these dates line up." She leans over to look at the page and is confused under her pillow case. The date she can read, but the actual entry itself was definitely not in any type of language she'd ever read but she internally shrugs. You yelp as Phillip picks you up suddenly, carrying you like a bride as Sally gave a soft giggle. "It seems like it's time for you to go back to your camp. Trials start up too soon it seems. Please come back to visit sometime, will you?"

Carrying you back into the woods, the welcoming chill of the thick fog made the atmosphere oddly comforting. The loud chatter of survivors in the distance made Phillip stop and set you down, his hands grazing your own as he leaves a goodbye kiss to your knuckles. You blush as you lean to kiss his cheek in the same manner with a large, goofy smile on your face. He turns and wails his bell as he disappears into the darkness, you finding Claudette among the crowd to sit next to.

★。＼｜／。★

"I think Phillip's got himself a new obsession."

"It seems more like an infatuation than an obsession—he isn't a obsessive killer, you know."

"You know what I mean, Herman."

"Don't sass me, Evan."

★。＼｜／。★

The cool wisps of fog slid from your form as you arrive in your second trial that day, this place flourishing in dead corn stalks and another large decrepit home. A shack sat eerily in the corner of the the realm as very large unmoving tractors sitting parallel across from each other. The sound of a whirring chainsaw made you click to the only two people who wielded them back at the campfire—The Hillbilly or The Cannibal. Moving amongst the thick stalks, the sound of a chainsaw made you jump to the side as The Hillbilly ran (more like flew) past you. He had no heartbeat for some reason as a generator finished in the direction he was running to. Maybe that was one of his perks Sally was speaking of?

You crept to an opening in the field to find Claudette working on a generator as you whispered to her to let your presence be known. Leaning to work on the generator with her, another male (Dwight as you remembered) came to work with you as well. He seemed nervous and paranoid twenty-four seven, but one of his perks seemed to help the generator proceed a little faster than before. He tries conversation, which you oblige to as you try to get to know him. The sound of a distant chainsaw made you shiver, a bad feeling boiling in your gut. "We've got to move—!" You yelp as you push Dwight from the Generator as The Hillbilly practically barrels to hit the large piece of machinery.

Scurrying away, your feet hit the ground hard as you ran. Turning around, the speeding figure hit your back as pain spread throughout your back while you let out a pain as you tumbled to the ground. The Hillbilly gave a pained whine as he lowered his chainsaw, patting your head in apology. Leaving you on the floor, he shook his head in apology once more as he revved his chainsaw and ran away from you. Claudette was by your side a minute later, a med kit snug in her grasp. Popping open the red container, she started by rubbing a disinfectant over your wounds. "I didn't know he'd come after you," She spoke softly, wrapping your wounds tightly as you hiss in pain.

"I have—Ow! To get used to this pain if I plan—Oww! On surviving," You speak through locked teeth. Claudette hums in response as your able to stand once again, your wounds had magically disappeared and you felt new again. "Trust me, the hooks are much worse," She warns as you follow behind her quickly. She then explains the do's and do not's of going against the killer. "You know a lot about him, Claudette—I don't know whenever to take that as a good thing or a bad thing," You coo teasingly as she blushes.

"He's just a kind person at heart, even if he looks drastically different from us—he's still a human being," Claudette speaks, her voice having an undertone of sorrow and pity. Your hand finds her shoulder as you give her a smile. "He deserves respect regardless of his appearance—very well said, Claudette," You praise, her face churning in happiness. The trial didn't last that much longer after that, Nea being Memento Mori'd because she lingered too long in the trial after the gates were open and everyone being hooked at least once.

Being enveloped in the darkness as you ran from the exit gates, you were dropped into the killer camp once again. There were less killers than before, most likely in trials as you has been moments ago. Herman Carter sat in a proper chair—which was odd considering the fact of it being a campsite. His white irises caught yours as the tight mouth guards came loose to fall to the sides of his face. Curious of the mysterious man, you crept to him as he slipped a pair of slightly cracked reading glasses to his nose.

"Little minx, it's been a short while. How was your trial? Get hooked for the first time?" His voice struck bells of whiskey and honey as he spoke, groveling at each word that slipped from his chocolate lips. You shrug at his first question and nod to his second, the journal still hooked to your hip. A smile played on his lips as he examined you and psychologically analyzed you—you were different, he figured. The Entity was picky with her choices in survivors and killers, and the fact that a survivor was so able to mingle with the killers after trials if they willed it was fascinating.

"What make you different?" He asks, his finger under your chin as you closed your eyes. You trusted him by will and heart, even though your mind was sending you different signals. To follow your heart or to follow your brain? Shaking your head to yourself, you settle on a log not too far from Bubba (his nickname) as he polishes his chainsaw. You decided to crack open the journal and begin to read, fingers following the words as you looked over them.

❝19 October - The Night

It is impossible to describe the horrifying scenes I have witnessed... death and misery, in every shape of terror, rule this place. I can no longer recall how I have come to this place. All I remember is the opaque, milky fumes of opium in the murky den hazing a sweet, welcoming abyss. I awoke to dreadful screams in this endless night, at the feet an old tree that leaked foul-smelling fluids. I know not how to reach those poor souls, nor do I want to. Keeping a record is all I can do to make sense of it.❞

Closing the journal, hands wrapped around your eyes as you stiffened. The familiar purr of Phillip eased your still frame. Sitting down next to you, you lay your head against his shoulder as you ease to sleep. When you awoke in your dream, your world was black—pitch black but enough to make sure it wasn't too dark, more like a grayish black than midnight. A voice called out to you in the darkness, it's voice layered in thick whispers.

Hello, Little Lamb

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