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omenics · 1 year

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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌.

..cw for mentions of pregnancy, (seemingly) one-sided love, although i believe that’s it. very self indulgent.

› ..vittorio has left again, and you silently hope that your knight fills the void you had lost. fem reader. — hi dbd community. i am fulfilling my will to write for this mf even tho i dont play dbd 👍 but anyways enjoy the thing inspired by wolven storm from the witcher bc it slays and ignore how bad it is im bored and need to write stuff lmfao

Life was always filled with misfortunes, all being thrown at one over and over until sometimes it was too much. But to you, not everything was bad. The beating rays of the Italian sun rained down with relentless heat, and to those unfortunate enough to farm when the sun was at its peak, or to even dawn armour from head to toe gained your sympathies.

Although the keep was warm, it was not as hot as it was outside and you were thankful— but the layers of fabric that had adorned your bodice stuck to your skin and bound all heat to your body. Perhaps you were unfortunate as well, for your clothing was soaked and sticking to you; but such was normal for summers and as a lady of the house you had to endure. Vittorio was gone on yet another expedition, leaving you alone to your own devices. You wondered how he was managing through the hot summer, however you assumed well. He was smart, and had probably found a way to keep cool if he was still in this familiar climate.

Your mind wandered to the men clad in armour, how they had been feeling as the sun beat down upon the hot metal— they were nearly fainting you bet, and your eyes wandered to Tarhos.

He stood by the door alone, his back turned to you as you tried to relish the cool breeze flowing in from your window. It was much too hot to be doing anything, and you had chosen to sulk in your quarters. The knight at your door was tall, and you had known his armour was heavy just by its look. You wondered if he was suffocating as the hot, humid air never lifted just as you— but he was different, and was the Guardia Compagnia.

Your husband left them home this time instead of taking them on his journey, and you were happy.

Although rarely spoken to, you were fond of Tarhos. Perhaps you were drawn to him, to his tall stature and professional nature, more than a married lady should be— but you could not help it, as fantasies of your childhood sparked through your mind and heart while you gazed at him.

The thought of being a princess and having a knight in shining armour to come save you sent nostalgic excitement through you, remembering the storybooks you had grown to love and attach yourself to. When your marriage had come, you shook off the dreadful anxiety that came with it and hoped that you would live in a fairytale, in an ideal life that a lady would— however you had been wrong.

No child had barren your womb, and at times you were grateful— the others not. Perhaps you were only disappointed as that is what your life had groomed you to want, to carry children for your husband, or maybe you were disappointed because it caused a feeling of loneliness, of being loveless. You knew you loved your lord husband, but you wondered if he had loved you the same. He was busy, and had little time for your comforts— but that was what you had grown used to, and you solemnly accepted that you would have no children of your own, or a husband to fully love you.

At times you wondered if pursuing another would have been better, or if you had married another lord and became his lady wife you would not think such thoughts, but that is not what happened and you could not change it.

A slight creek from down below your window had made you focus back to the present. Staring was not ladylike, and you smiled at your moronic thoughts. You could not have the knight at your door, you knew it— however a small spark of childish hope brewed in your heart. Perhaps one day it would fade and fizzle, leave and be forgotten. Or maybe it would come true, to see your titles as Lady of Portoscuro relinquish and become a forgotten lady in the history books, happy with the unattainable man stationed outside of your chambers’ door, watching and guarding.

He was only something you could only hope for, but guilt nagged at your heart. He was honourable, chivalrous. He would not break vows, and nor would you.

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queen--kenobi · 3 years

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Missed Connection

Summary: You know the Entity had a reason for dragging you into the Fog. You could never figure out why. An old friend is more than happy to remind you.

Pairings: Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson x survivor!reader. female!reader but no gendered language is used.

Author’s Note: Here’s my Danny fic set in the DBD world! It’s connected to Triple Trouble (here) but can be read as a one-shot.

Warnings: A Lot. Major character death (but not permanent), canon-typical violence, graphic depictions of torture, graphic depiction of murder, abuse. Danny shows his true colors in this. A Mori is also involved. This is a DARK fic

The air is cold.

It’s always the first thing you feel when being pulled into a Trial. The air. No matter where you go, every realm is a stark contrast to the campfire. Most maps are chilly. Anything in the swamp and the saloon are the only two places the air isn’t on the cold side. You know the feel of the swamp right away; it’s sticky and hot and cloying. All of the humidity of a swamp without any relief that night usually brings. The saloon is odd. It starts dry and hot but cools rapidly as the trial progresses. You aren’t sure if that’s the Entity mimicking the weather conditions outside of this hellscape or if it’s how the Deathslinger remembers it. You’re not sure if you’d get an answer if you asked.

This cold is... It’s not Ormund cold. You don’t feel like you’re walking into a snowstorm. It’s colder than others, though. Maybe it’s about to snow? Something else, too. A different kind of cold. You open your eyes, and ah. You were right. The ground has a very thin layer of snow blanketing it. You can see some flakes falling. The other source is from the open doors in front of you. Something similar to AC but not quite comes blasting at full force from the building.

You bite down on your tongue to suppress a groan. You look to your left. You let a small smile grace your face.

“Adam!” You perk up, the delight evident in your voice. Despite the match just starting, you know better than to speak too loudly. Adam smiles in response. The two of you pad over to the door together.

“I fucking hate Lery’s.” You groan as the two of you step into the old hospital. Adam lets out a soft noise of amusement.

“Not my favorite either.” He murmurs in response. His eyes are darting from side to side, already becoming hypervigilant.

“I just came from a trial with Myers.” You assure him. His shoulders visibly lower some. “I don’t think that’s the game the Entity wants to play right now.”

You know for a fact that this killer isn’t going to be Michael. A feeling deep within your gut tells you so. You just aren't sure who. You know that the pull this time was different, more malicious. As if the Entity had something terrible planned for you. You had seen a flash of light, the type from a camera, and heard a click before you'd been pulled under. You move and wince. Your back hurts like hell, as if old wounds were reopening. Adam looks at you. The terror shifts into a much softer expression.

"Do you still not know? He asks.

“Nope.” You shake your head. You don’t remember much of what happened before... this. You remember two boys who broke your heart and another man. That’s where things got foggy. Everytime you think of this man, things get hazy. You remember that he was dangerous, and you remember he helped you somehow. He wasn’t kind or nice; he was clever and manipulative. Yet he seemed to be as nice as he could be towards you, as if he had some sort of soft spot for you. It made you think of Kill Bill with how Bill only made an effort to be sweet when it came to the Bride. Well, until he shot her. Something about that comparison seems too on-the-nose, though, so you don’t linger on the thought. You know that you were running away from someone or something, but it wasn’t serious. Yet it was at the same time. A deadly game seemed to be the best way to describe it.

It had been a foggy morning. When you were taken. You were looking at a newspaper article about how a man, The Man, had disappeared. The article made your head hurt and not in a pleasant way. Like the beginnings of a crying headache. You went into your room and pulled a shoebox filled with pictures from its hiding spot. You dumped them all out onto your carpet and began to comb through them. Some made you smile while others made that pounding in your head worse. You must have left a window open because the fog began to seep into the room. As the fog began to curl around you and get denser, your vision got weird. You kept on seeing flashes of light, the kind that come from a camera, and your hands were red and sticky. The room began to smell more and more like blood and rot and cold and Death.

When you came to, you were at the campfire. The photos were gone, and your hands were clean. You were cold, though. The campfire didn’t do much to get the chill out of your bones. Others around the campfire made their way to you when you started to move.

The beeping of the monitor and loud static brings you back. You wrinkle your nose as you step over a reddish-brown stain on the floor. Despite the blood being old and dry, it still smelled fresh. The smell of iron was strong. Adam makes a noise to get your attention. You look at him.

“Generator.” It’s not that far off. The two of you walk your way over to it, taking care to crouch some. The annoying clacking got louder as the two of you approached it. Thankfully, it seemed to be a three person generator. Adam took one side while you took the other. You liked working with Adam. Some survivors were too talkative. Some seemed almost too nervous to speak with you. You liked Adam for a lot of reasons. He clearly chose his words carefully when he spoke, he was well-educated, and he knew when to take calculated risks. A small smile makes its way onto your face. The first trial you were in with him, the Hag had seemed to be right on your ass. You had hid, but you knew that she was going to find you. Then, a sound distracted her. She went off in that direction. The sound had been Adam throwing a pebble. He admitted later that it didn’t always work, but he felt it was worth a shot.

As you worked, you took a moment to close your eyes. There was a way to see how the other survivors were doing, but you had to close your eyes to see it. You shake your head. It doesn’t tell you much other than everyone seems to be doing okay. Some weird sort of aura seems to be coming from one of the others, but you’re not sure what to make of it.

You know what to make of it soon enough. The generator comes to life, light flooding the area. You and Adam nod at each other before heading different directions. No doubt the killer would show up any moment now. You’re making your way towards the center of the map. Maybe you can get the generator in the middle quickly. A loud yelp of pain comes out of nowhere. Not the yelp of being hit but the one when someone gets knocked to the ground. You grind to a halt. That’s not good. You hadn’t heard anyone get hit, and everyone was at full health not too long ago. Whomever the four of you were up against, they had a one hit down. Not to mention, you were close to them. You crouch and move over to the wall, flattening yourself against it. It had sounded like Kate was the unfortunate victim. You peer around the corner, trying to see if the coast is clear. A loud scream rings out. Your eyes widen. It was Kate who got hooked. At least you were decently close to her. You could probably get her off the hook safely. You would need to wait, though, until you were sure the killer was far enough away. You move quickly and quietly across the hall to the other side of the doorway. You hazard a peek around the corner.

The hallway you look down leads to one of the bigger halls that border the hospital. Kate is on the hook, forcing herself to stay limp. Something is moving in the grass. You hope it’s Claudette and not a killer. You weren’t up to go against Amanda right now. The figure stops, as if he knows he’s been spotted. A chilling breath sounds in your ears, and you shudder. You can see Adam around the other corner. He’s closer to Kate than you are. You nod to him before stepping out into the hallway, hitting the wall with your shoulder to make as much noise as possible. Not that you needed to do that. The elongated white mask, which thank God it wasn’t Amanda, is facing in your direction. For whatever reason, the mask alone sends a chill and a familiar zing up your spine.

The cloaked figure stands slowly.

Your eyes widen. You...

It feels all too familiar. The way he stands up and looks at you. He tilts his head, and you don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning from ear to ear. Your heart beat intensifies. It feels like it’s all you can hear. The robes are the same as you remember them. The mask is the same. You can see a camera strapped to one wrist and a knife in the other hand. Your breath is coming quicker now. It feels like you might pass out. Your feet feel stuck, though. The cloaked man then waves at you.

You know. You know who it is.

“J- Danny.” Danny. That was his real name. Not Jed like he had told you when you first met. All of your memories are slamming into place with a force so hard you’re surprised you don’t topple over to the floor. Danny had been the man in those photos you were looking at when you were sucked into this realm. Danny had been the one in the newspaper, although they called him Jed in that. He’d been the one at the hospital and the house and the park and the-

He says your name.

Danny says your name.

The inflection makes your skin crawl. It does sound as if he's genuinely happy to see you, but it's not entirely pleasant. The dark tone is evident. It’s the tone of a man who has spent all of his free time thinking about the ways that he can hurt you, both little and small, when your paths cross again.

“Missed you.” He practically purrs. You can tell he winks at you.

Finally, you find your feet. With speed you didn’t even know you had, you launch yourself down the hall.

You don't have to look behind you to know Danny is chasing you. You aren't sure where you're running and how you're going to lose him. You’re just moving as fast as you can. You can’t stop to think. If you stop to think or plan, you’re dead. You whip around a corner so fast that you slide across the floor for a moment, nearly toppling over. You don’t, thank God. You see a pallet. You aim towards it. Behind you, you can hear Danny breathing. He’s closer now. You push yourself to go faster. A tingle runs up your spine, letting you know they got Kate off the hook. Good. Maybe you can play distraction long enough for them to get a generator or two done. You reach the pallet. The knife makes a noise as it arcs through the air. You slam the wooden pallet down as soon as you’re on the other side, knowing that Jed is close enough for it to smack him. He makes a noise and stumbles back several paces.

You step back away from the pallet and stare at him over it. Your side, just shy of your back, hurts. You touch it, and your fingers come away covered in blood.

All of your instincts are telling you to run, but you can buy your teammates time. He’s not going to be able to resist taunting you. He stares at you over the pallet. Your chest heaves with each breath.

“What did you have to do to get me in a trial with you, huh?” You speak first. If you can get him talking, maybe you can stall long enough for them to get at least one generator done. He laughs. It makes your skin crawl.

“Stalling, huh?” A teasing lilt enters his voice. “Even after everything, you like to pretend you're a good guy. That you’re selfless. You and I? We both know better.”

“I can be better than I was.” You press on your side, hoping that applying pressure will make it easier for you to heal the wound. Assuming you get the chance to do so. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Oh, you know. Wrote a letter to Santa Clause telling him I’d been really good this year.” Even though you can’t see his face through the mask, you can hear the feral grin. “What do you think?”

You shift your weight from foot to foot. Your eyes dart from side to side, trying to figure out which way would be faster out of this loop. A shockwave of light with a loud click sound surges through the arena. You smile. Two down, three to go. You don’t think you can run him for four gens, but you’ll be damned if you don’t try. Danny tilts his head and regards you for a moment.

“Let me help you make a decision.” His tone is condescending. Danny raises his foot. You take off before he finishes kicking the pallet. You wait for him to go through the area the pallet used to be before you turn. You practically dive through the nearest window. You can hear him running around to the door of the small room. Thankfully, you’re in one of the rooms with two windows, so you dive out the second one and haul ass.

“Kid.” You don’t know where Bill is, but you can hear him. You keep on running. You don’t have time to look. You keep running. Danny’s footsteps are getting closer. You hear Bill swear, and you see him move to start running. You keep on moving. You know that Danny isn’t going to pay any attention to them. Bill starts to run in the opposite direction. True to your prediction, Danny doesn’t let up. You take a turn and then another, Danny getting closer and closer. You dodge his attacks the best you can, you try to push yourself farther faster, but you know that it’s only a matter of time before you get hit. You see another pallet and are headed for it. Danny’s knife hits you right between your shoulder blades. You let out a scream as you hit the ground.

Danny laughs. He at least sounds out of breath. He deftly plucks the knife from between your vertebrae. You try to push yourself up enough so that you can crawl, but he places a boot right on top of the wound. He bears down with all of his weight, and you yowl. He chuckles. The pain is so much that you need a minute after he lets up. You don’t have time to try again. He grabs you and slings you over his shoulder.

“Let’s see. Where do I have the best sightlines...?” He muses as he heads towards a hook. You snarl. You kick and punch at him. He makes a noise when you hit him in the solar plexus but doesn’t drop you. You aim for that stop again. He lets go of you intentionally, and you fall to the ground. You try to twist, hoping to grab his foot and bite before he can touch you again. It doesn’t work. You roll, and he plants his boot on your side. The side that he’d slashed earlier. You bite down on your tongue to hold in your scream.

Danny downright chuckles. He moves his boot for a second. His knee goes right under where his foot had been as he kneels down. You think you might be able to throw him off, but he’s two steps ahead of you. He brings one of his hands down to the nasty gash on your side and digs his fingers into it. You feel blood running out of your mouth as you bite down hard on your tongue to keep from screaming. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He grunts, clearly displeased. He hooks his fingers into the side of the wound and under your skin.

That makes you scream.

You nearly don’t hear his delighted laugh over it.

“I have missed you so much.” Danny’s voice is filled with dark delight. You want to kick him again, but you can’t. Instead, you glare at him. You wonder what kind of deal you could cut with the Entity so that you could hunt Danny down and torture him. He clicks his tongue. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve had your chance to be like me.”

“Fuck you.” You spit. Blood hits his mask. He stares at you for a long moment. You brace yourself from him to dig his fingers into the slice, but instead, he surges forward to grab your throat. He slams one of his knees into your chest as he does so, making you wheeze.

“I taught you better than that.” He hisses. “Now I’d behave, or else I’m going to make you watch as I slice Adam up right in front of you.” He pauses. The look on your face must have betrayed you. “Yeah, I saw the way you two looked at each other. I have half a mind to send you the pictures I have of me gutting him like a fish.”

Your nostrils flare. You can feel a sneer of your own making it onto your face.

“You can’t kill me yet.” You wheeze. “You won’t even be able to hook me a second time before I get out of here.”

To emphasize your point, another surge of light pulses through the arena. Danny merely grins at you.

“I only need to hook you once.” He hisses before standing back up and throwing you over his shoulder again. Your eyes widen. You see Adam round the corner, and you shake your head. You don’t want to yell at him about the Mori because you don’t want to give up his location. He trails behind you.

Getting thrown up on a hook is never a feeling you can get used to. It always hurts just as much as it did the first time. It hurts even worse now because Danny angles you so it goes through another vertebrae. You scream. Danny steps back to admire his work.

“You know. We could have been a lot of things, you and I.” He comments idly.

“Yeah, yeah. We could have had it all.” It’s hard to talk. You really shouldn’t, but you can’t help yourself. Danny laughs.

“Go on. Dig yourself deeper.” He sounds positively delighted at the thought of hurting you even more. He steps back. “I’ll see you later, dear.” He steps back several more paces before crouching down and disappearing into the shadows. You don’t look at Adam. You just watch where Danny disappeared, not trusting him to be gone yet. You see someone out of the corner of your eyes. It takes you a moment to realize that Bill is the one here. He grabs you, and Kate scuttles out from around a corner as well. The two of them lift you up off the hook and help you down. You want to stand up, but Bill speaks before you can.

“He’s not coming back.” His gruff tone is even gruffer, thick with disappointment. He and Kate begin working on patching you up.

“Where’s Adam? He’s going to go after Adam.” You try not to swear as they work.

“Adam’s distracting him.” Kate’s voice is soft. The two of them finish. You stand up.

“No.” You shake your head. “The three of you can get out if I distract him.”

“Kid.” Bill glares at you. You shut your mouth. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear anything from you. Fucking a murderer.” You look to the floor. You don’t have an excuse. Kate’s expression is conflicted. She looks as if she wants to apologize for Bill’s behavior but also sides with him.

“The three of you can get out.” You repeat. “He only wants me. So.. Get Adam and get out.”

“Fine.” Bill says after a long moment. He jerks his head in the direction of a generator, and the two of them slink that way. You walk in the opposite direction. You wander towards one of the main halls, keeping your eyes peeled for Danny. You don’t see him. You imagine he’s stalking Adam now. You’re far enough away from Bill and Kate that you can start making noise. You jump in and out of a locker several times before vaulting a window loudly. It’s not long before you get the feeling you’re being watched.

Another surge. You grin. One more to go.

“I’m beginning to think you missed me too.” Danny stands up from his crouched position at the end of the hallway. “You’re not this selfless.”

“Maybe I am now.” You respond. You prepare yourself to run. The mask tilts. You can feel the smug grin rolling off of him.

“Your boy toy helped me out.” Danny purrs. “I only have to hit you once.”

Fuck.

The air shifts, and you know that Danny is telling the truth. He stalked Adam long enough that now, he can get you down with one blow. You look to the nearest window, but the Entity must know what you’re thinking. Dark tendrils are blocking it. You look back at Danny.

“I can count you down.” He offers in his most helpful tone. “I’ll start at 10.”

You turn and run. You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or serious. You don’t care to find out. You think you’re near the office in this place. There might be enough windows in there for you to make a quick get-away. You see the stairs. Fuck it. Those might be better. You take them two at a time. Your heartbeat begins to thunder in your ears. You reach the top of the stairs just as Danny gets to the bottom. He grins up at you.

“You know, Danny.” You begin with an even tone. You don’t know why you’re about to be this stupid. “I’ve got something to say.”

“Oh?”

“You know why I didn’t stay? I found someone better than you.” The effect is instant. Anger rolls off of him in a wave, his shoulder tensing and hand clutching the knife harder.

“Liar.” He hisses.

“Would I lie about something like that?” Your lips twitch. “Truth of the matter is that you were weighing me down. I found someone who was my equal. I was going to be so much more than you ever were.”

You run and jump down the hole in the ceiling. You don’t have to look to know that Danny has charged up the stairs. You hit the floor and roll. You scramble to your feet just as Danny begins his freefall. You bolt. You run as fast as you can. As you do, you pray. You pray that the other three get the last generator. You know it’s probably futile, but you do it anyway. A loud noise sounds as the largest surge of light blasts. You start laughing as you run.

They can open the doors. They can get out.

Your glee is short lived. You guess what you said truly pissed Danny off because he catches up to you quicker than you expected. This time, he brings the knife all the way down your back, from the bottom of your neck to your lower back. It feels as if your back has been split in two, which you guess it has been. You fall to the floor with a yell. Danny wastes no time in straddling your lower back.

“See, now.” He begins conversationally. You can feel him shaking with rage. “This could have been quick, but you had to go and say that. I was going to be nice for once.” He shifts. He shows you the camera in his hand. “But then again, I don’t think you like me when I’m nice. I think you like it when I’m mean. And if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.” The cool blade pressed down on your back. You suck in a deep breath and brace yourself. This was going to fucking hurt. He pauses for a second. Danny leans forward and brushes your hair off the back of your neck gently. His touch is soft, like a lover’s.

“You know I could never deny you.” Danny intones before jamming the knife as far into your back as it will go. Your whole body tenses. You hear a scream. It takes you a moment to realize it’s yours. Tears roll down your face as he slowly drags the knife down along your spine. You can feel snot bubbling out of your nose and blood seeping out of your mouth. Your hands scramble to try and grab him, throw him off, but you can’t. The pain is so much that you can’t move. Danny coos condescendingly.

“It hurts, I know, but I need you to take just a little bit more. Can you do that? For me?” He chuckles darkly at the end of that. “God. Your insides are prettier than I thought they’d be.”

He stops, having reached the top of your waist. You’re sure he can see bone. You can’t make a sound anymore. At some point, your voice gave out. You can barely register the noise of the exit gates opening. The ground shakes. Tiny orange cracks begin forming on the ground and walls. Danny doesn’t pay them any attention. Instead, he grabs the sides of the long gash he just made and wrenches the skin apart. Your head falls to the floor, and you writhe, trying to get away from him. He laughs. He shifts, no doubt reaching for his camera. Once he has it, he leans forward. He nearly drapes himself over you, molding himself to you. He pauses and then clicks his tongue. You hear more movement, but you’re barely conscious at this point.

Something hits the floor. You see his mask hit the floor. He takes a hold of your hair and yanks your head up. His left cheek is pressed against yours. His grin is feral. You can see his dark hair out of the corner of your eyes.

“You know.” He adjusts the camera just-so. “You were my first and only love. Don’t you feel special?”

The camera flashes. He wastes no time in grabbing his knife. You can barely feel it as he slides it across your throat.

“Just thought you might want to know that.”

The world goes dark.

#jed olsen/danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #murder tw #torture tw #major character death #Dark fic #Reader insert #seriously this is disgustingly dark

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red-doll-face · 4 years

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Bro literally anything for Michael 😩 ily whore

SO. Theres a lot to unpack here. This is something for Michael because I missed Michael day for @highdwightofmylife April calendar because im big stupey 🤦🏽and a request for my number one thot @prophxtslash (ily too binch) and part two to My Blue Heaven which I wrote for @slashthedice in feb. If I were actually talking id be out of breathe. Thanks for putting up with me 🤘🏼😔

WC: 1261

Warnings: bruising NO Kidnappings (woohoo!) Uhh that's it

Michael Myers x gn Reader

Blues in the Night

The fog cleared from your eyes and you blinked at the bright fire before you. Dwight, Feng, and Laurie crowded you immediately, rapid fire questions quickly overwhelming you. Tapp told them to back off of you, expecting some sort of trauma from the mori. People who got mori’d tended to isolate themselves but seeing as you weren’t, you just sat, looking up at your former teammates. Laurie’s fingers brushed along the bruises that Michael left on you and you flinched back. Sympathy welled up in her blue eyes, a silent sorrow on her thin lips. She remembered.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you guys.” You whispered and Feng brushed your apology off.

“Not a lot you could have done, man. That’s just what he does.” Laurie placed a friendly hand on your shoulder, sitting beside you as Dwight gnawed on his nails in his usual nervous fashion.

You drew your friends in for a hug, Feng wiggling out of your grip after about 5 seconds, Laurie patting you on the back and Dwight clutching you back. Laurie asked about the bruises and you said that he tried to drag you away from the hatch but you used your perk to escape at the last second. You lied to the best of your ability but Laurie had a sixth sense for that kind of stuff.

“So he didn’t mori you?” Feng asked and you shook your head. Usually if your fellow survivors came back to the campfire with any residual injuries, it was because they escaped. You shuddered to think of the manner of your escape. You hadn't actually worked for it, despite your perk being just for that sort of occasion.

“I thought he might have had like a cypress or something but he tried to mori me before Dwight got-” Dwight gulped, taking the seat next to you, opposite of Laurie and Feng stayed standing, crossing her arms.

“Sacrificed.” he finished for you, and you nodded. “Must have been an ivory mori. I guess he thought he had it in the bag.” Laurie chuckled.

“He tends to think that a lot, doesn't he?” You all laughed and you were happy that you could avoid your friends ire. You were also relieved Michael couldn’t talk; or didn’t want to, you guessed. He couldn’t rat you out. You smiled to yourself. Snitches get stitches.

After the commotion of your escape died down and Claudette treated you to the best of her ability, which was sliming her latest salve on your bruises, you trotted off to the woods, trying your best to avoid the path that led to the killers campfire.

Most killers, you learned through some journal entries signed by Vigo, had their own realms, the realms that served as trials. But when they became lonely or if they were not well liked enough by the entity to receive one, they went to a campfire similar to the one the survivors shared. You knew the man with the yellow chainsaw who earned the nickname Leatherface and the ghostface guy, didn't have their own realms and thus were the easiest to find there. You didn’t have a personal beef with them and they were actually decent out of trials. But you didn't want to take your chances and veered far from there, picking up spare little plants for Claudette, knick knacks to use as add-ons for maps and keys, and offering plants to bind together. You plucked at some sage like plant, strange little red veins running underneath your fingertips. As you walked on, a campfire glowed in the distance. Where did you take a wrong turn? You didn't expect to come back to the camp for at least a little while. You decided to call it a day and broke through the tree line.

“Jake, I found something for-” You looked up to several killers sitting on logs. You froze and blinked a few times. What? The hell? Goddamn you, entity. And why did nearly everyone of the killers have to be here anyway? Didn't they have places to go? Ghostface or Danny as he once introduced himself to you turned and so did the Huntress. Her coal colored eyes zeroed in on you, approaching you calmly. Calmer than you thought she was capable of. She was as intimidating as always, looming over you. Gruff Russian words fell from her lips as she patted at your back, guiding you to the fire. Her hand on your back was gripped in a strong hold that rivaled her own, prying her fingers from your shoulder blade. She growled and turned to see Michael’s unfeeling white mask, her own lips pulled into a snarl. They stared at each other and you were caught in the middle, looking between the two. The other killers watched with avid interest. Killers fought once in a while, but never Michael. He rarely cared enough to squabble.

She reluctantly let you go, Michael standing threateningly behind you. You shivered at all of the eyes on you both and the breathing sliding down the nape of your neck. You turned slowly to look up at the shadowed eyes on you, heavy breathing emanating from the tall man. He knew the rules here; no hurting survivors. The entity only allowed for that in trials. The Huntress watched disapprovingly, hissing out what sounded like a warning. Moving to stand beside her, someone else came closer. You recognized the tall man coming closer to the three of you. He called himself the trapper, dark and brooding much like Michael himself. But he talked according to some of your teammates.

“Anna.” He uttered what you thought might have been the Huntress's name and she spun around to face him. She grunted and trekked back to the fire. His voice was low and grating and his presence reminded you of all the times your ankle snapped into his traps. You backed up into Michael, his body like a wall. You moved away from him, but his hand captured your wrist again, wincing as he clamped down on the last bruise.

“New obsession?” He seemed to be talking to you and you shrugged. “You shouldn’t be here.” The hooks piercing his shoulder glinted the orange light from the fire and you bent your neck backwards to look up at him. You glanced at the enormous hand on your wrist and back up to Michael himself. At the mere suggestion of you leaving Michael tightened his grip even more, making you backup and nearly step on his feet.

“You know you can’t do that.” Trapper said quietly and Anna started yelling in Russian again. Through his mask, though the Trapper was much taller than you, his eyes glared into Michaels. The tall man in the coat with the long gun pulled the bolt of his chain into place.

“I don’t stand for no bullyin’. If they wanna leave, they’re leavin’.” You spoke quickly to cool the situation, shaking your wrist to signal for Michael to let go.

“I’ll just, uhhh-” You moved forward and sat on a log, eyes glued to your shoes, knees clenched together, and your palms resting on your lap. You sensed your obsessor standing behind you, breathing heavily.

The huntress drank what you recognized as the killer's offerings to make the fog heavier in their matches, fog curling out of her mouth and nose like cigarette smoke.

“He… Scare?” she pointed to you, then to Michael and you glanced up at him. You shook your head; smiling to quell her motherly worry.

“Not really.”

Hope you enjoyed all the killer cameos! I like to think that anna and caleb stand up for people who they think cant stand up for themselves but that's just me being somft 🤷 also faint reagents have to be like Dbd alcohol

#dbd michael myers #slashers #slasher #michael myers #michael myers x reader #dbd the shape #dbd x reader #dbd #slasher x you #slasher x reader #red writes

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brigirl3 · 4 years

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DbD Fanfic Chapter 2

Still haven’t thought of a title.. If you cannot find part 1, this fanfic is also on Ao3 under “ Trial Run ( Please give me feedback! )”

Enjoy

The return to camp was dire, between the panic running and the blaring of the sound nothing could be said. Tensions were high and the fact that you couldn’t keep up would be a death sentence, barely anyone would stop to help you. It was uncertain what would happen if they were injured or even killed outside of the trial, someone would have to be mad to find out. The flame of the Fire grew bigger and bigger indicating their approach upon the main camp. Out of breath as they ran the whole way back, they all collectively passed out around the base of the circular pit. For awhile nobody dared to say anything, the fear of the siren was drilled into their minds and they weren’t stupid enough to forget the danger it carried with it. 2 people came forth from the group that opted to stay behind curious to see what the commotion was. Quentin approached looking as ragged as ever while Feng rushed over to Meg. Before Meg could say anything, she snatched some of the fish away from her, “ WHat the-,” then she ran off. “ YEA IM OK THANKS.” Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before him, “Still charming as ever.” Meg huffed before rolling on her side, a hopeless attempt to better her irregular breathing. Quentin assessed the group, whatever little food they had was all over the place and the people were near death’s doorstep after that hellish run. “..Is there anything I can do?” His voice had a deep and raspy tone, like a cold had an unrelenting grip on his throat; it carried a weird but comforting charm to it. Dwight gave him a warm smile, “ No Quinn but thanks for asking.” Nea was slouched over her knees, “ I fucking hate this place,” frustrated she tried to stand, her body nearly betrayed her but she caught herself. “ We all know what that siren means a little too well.” Annoyance took over her face but it disappeared as she turned to Dwight, a playful smirk replaced it, “ So What’s the plan boss? How shall we prepare for battle?” At a loss for words and breath he glanced in Bill’s direction. Bill straightened himself before speaking up, “ Ok.. let’s all just try to get some sleep it has been a long night.” Their group looked dead on their feet, barely able to stand up straight or listen to anything without fighting the urge to pass out from exhaustion or lack of breath. “ We can’t go into the next trial like this, better come prepared to fight than give the enemy an easy victory.” Dwight nodded in approval of Bill’s words, he then gave his signature smile of reassurance that was their hope and driving force. With nothing else left to say Bill dismissed everyone off to bed.

The camp around the Fire wasn’t much but it was something resembling home, there were designated rooms or dwellings here and there for specific people. Other than that the camp was a pretty open area. Rooms contained certain things that were relevant to a specific survivor, anything from interests to who they were before the entity claimed them was up for grabs. Naturally the only way to get these items was to do consistently well or amuse their “god” during the trials. Everyone is granted a bed when they first arrive, which is so generous of the entity considering the fact that it enslaved them for an indefinite period of time. Other than that, another way to decorate their rooms was with items that were on their person when they were snatched in the heat of the moment. Despite the treatment the survivors were subjected to daily, one piece of solace was their rooms and how it reminded them of the world they knew.

David hung back as his fellow brethren shifted about uncomfortably, he leaned heavily on a rock as he looked on watchfully. The warmth of the fire licked his face and arms giving off a tender sensation as everyone’s breath finally began to regulate. For a while he did not move, the fire seemingly danced and tangoed with his thoughts. As the others stumbled off to their rooms he waited for the last person to file out before heading off himself. He barely took a few steps away from the Fire before the cool breeze tugged at his body, eager to steal away whatever lingering warmth his skin carried. Walking along through the night the moon gave light to his path as he came upon his room. Bundles of cream sheets swallowed a few trees to give the illusion of an actual closed off area. A low hanging curtain acted as an entrance, David lightly pushed it aside to reveal a dimly lit room. The only source of light was the moon and even then it was barely let in by this structure. Slivers of light snuck in further past the curtain when it was pulled back but other than that it was dim inside. It always took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust but it never bothered him too much. In the far left corner a black punching bag hung lopsided while a few items were strewn across the ground, his bed consisted of a pallet surrounded by thick blankets with fluffy pillows. Despite the lack of light it was damn near perfection in David’s eyes, he began to undress when he felt someone grab him from behind. Startled, he instinctively jabbed his elbow backwards and was about to follow up with a right when he heard a shrill cry of pain. Blinking a few times, his eyes adjusted to see Cheryl wriggling on his bed in pain. “ Cheryl what the fuck!!,” despite his tone of voice he still knelt beside her; his attention on inspecting her injury. “What made you think it was a good idea to sneak up on me?!”, she tried to answer but could only respond in gasps and grunts of pain. Seeing her like that stuck him with guilt, he relaxed and watched as she began to form words again. A quiet laugh escaped from Cheryl, he couldn’t see her face properly but it was good to hear she wasn’t hurt too badly. “ I just wanted to say thank you, for to-,” coughing interrupted the space between them. Stricken with guilt he patted her head, “ Don’t worry about it, just please don’t do this again..” He took one of the many blankets that consisted of his bed along with a pillow, he then folded the blanket over itself as a makeshift sleeping bag. After placing it right next to his original bed he approached Cheryl again, adjusted the bed making sure she was comfortable. “ Don’t worry about trying to walk back to your room tonight.” Yawning he turned away from her ready to collapse but what stopped by when he felt a grip on his arm. “ Thank you, for everything,” he couldn’t see her face properly but heard a sniffle or two. Grabbing her hand he held it firmly, the other wiped her tears away. She jumped at the feeling of his hand but didn’t push him away, his voice seemed to ring out in the dark,“ Don’t sweat it, try to get some sleep, ok?”

Left alone, the tone of the camp changes. When there is no one around the Fire has a tendency to dim itself to half its size, acting like an oversized night light. This was one of the times there seemed to be quiet, something that was deeply cherished by the survivors. It reminded them of better times and most importantly; freedom. Jake, on the other hand, couldn’t bring himself to sleep. Normally he would take a walk before sleeping or… Wait, where was Claudette? This question startled him in the night, he was sure that she was with their group who went out to the forest that night. Or did she stay back with Quentin..? Unsure of her last whereabouts he left his room to find her. Unfortunately her room was deeper in the camp, isolated from the others. Trees loomed overhead indicating his distance as he traveled further and further from the opening area where the Fire resided. An eternity seemed to pass before he happened up a lone flower, relief washed over him as the sight of the first sign. Following this lead the ground steadily gave way to another flower, then another until there were bunches of flowers populating his path. Gently he ventured forward, the dim light and shadows made it a bit hard to find her place at times. But her room was one of the most detailed rooms that was created, it wasn’t uncommon for people to come here seeking her out as an excuse. Being unique, there were several different tree variants that shouldn’t be able to exist in the same space. Birch trees and lush undergrowth accompany the flower path leading to her room entrance, but the trees change to cedar as one gets closer. The main beauty though was the weeping willow that rested a bit to the right at the end path. Its leaves hung very low providing thick coverage from peering eyes, around the willow the cedar trees encircled it tightly reinforcing its privacy. The hum of cicadas was prominent in the area despite the fact that there were none. He stood outside her willow tree,“ Claude? You still awake?,” no response. Gently he ventured forward pushing back enough of the leaves to create a small opening. Strings of light bulbs hung around the tree decently spaced out from each other to give the illusion that the tree was a source of light. White specs floated about, a tall bookcase could be seen. Several plants were scattered around and her bed was a circular hammock tied securely to the tree. Light brown sheer curtains fell around the support ropes and the bed.. With one glance he could see that she was not in bed nor was she up in the willow tree reading in her usual spot. He approached her bed as confusion gripped him, the bed swung effortlessly as he sat down. Too exhausted from his hike to the room and not having any other leads, Jake decided to call it a night. The swing of the bed soothed his worries beckoning him to rest his weary head, soon he found himself being put under. The smell of fresh cedar was calming, hums of cicadas filled the pollen ridden air and before long Jake was fast asleep under the lights of the willow tree.

It was hard to breathe, cold like needles pricked her skin with every motion. A strong force of water had her, it held fast as she drowned. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t reach the surface. The water was clear at first but due to her thrashing it became tainted with murky dirt, everything was going dark. The creeping panic was hard to keep down at this rate and Claudette felt her lungs being squeezed out of its excess air. Her life flashed before her eyes; her mom, home and college were just a few bits of life that flickered past. Then the uglier memories came. NO. . I .. don't want to see. But her mind played the memories on loop, torturing her further until all of her memories were no longer discernible from each other. Mom.. I’.. Her mind went blank, the fear she felt before was in a distant place. The cold water began to feel numb and her body was lighter, still she made no effort. She went limp, yet the water continued to throw her body about. Minutes passed before the current freed her from the whirlpool and carried her further along downstream.

The smell of cedar was overwhelming on campus, it was hard to miss considering it was natural for them to grow here. Colors of brown and red painted the campus as people enjoyed the autumn weather. Perched in a corner of the yard was a young woman with round glasses, nestled comfortably with a few good books and a lunchbox full of goodies. Reading was a great comfort and an unfortunate pastime picked up in her younger school days. God why was she thinking like this? Claudette had a bad habit of narrating her life like she was in one of her favorite books or as if she was a main character. “This scene is so cliche,” she muttered to herself watching the beauty of nature fall all around her, “ but sometimes that’s not a bad thing.” Her heart jumped thinking about how romantic this spot would be with her crush, she really hoped he got her note. Everything was in place, her favorite spot along with snacks and good reading material to discuss. She had gathered up the courage to tell her classmate, Jay that she liked him. He had dark brown skin and kinky hair that was shaven on the sides but still fell past his shoulders. His whole vibe screamed chill and he loved books about as much as she did. He was a breath of fresh air, the one good thing that seemed to be in her life.

Hours had passed before she saw his white sweatshirt from across the yard, he approached her with a lost expression. “ ………………,” static came from his mouth, he plopped down beside her and began to peruse her book collection. “..Wh-what?” He looked up but his face was gone, replaced with a blank one, static sounded again but this time it did not stop. It grew louder and louder as the guy stood over her, his face turning from kindness to hatred in the blink of an eye. She curled up in the fetal position, hands clasped over her head as she tried hard to block out the sound. His expression grew angrier as his vocal level rose, his eyes filled with so much emotion. Claudette didn’t know what to do, what could she do? Nothing seemed to make sense nor was she quite sure why her crush was so hostile towards her suddenly. The world began to feel dark and she felt small, insignificant. “..” Before she could understand what was happening an immense pain knocked her a few yards away from the bench and onto the asphalt. She couldn’t breath, her leg was on fire but it looked perfectly fine. She howled and withered on the floor as he approached her, his face devoid of emotion or empathy. The loud wails were no longer coming from him but they persisted all around them, the wails melded with the static as her vision and body shook. Feeling hopeless she reached for her leg with both hands to try and soothe the pain. The pain and the insufferable noise kept escalating until she tilted her head back to release a drawn out scream.

With a jolt she opened her eyes only to immediately start spitting up water. She was disoriented, her vision was blurred and to top it off her lower left side was numb. Looking down her breath stopped as she saw the ripped flesh where her bone protruded from. “Urkk,.” a hand flew to her mouth but it was too late, she threw up on herself till her stomach was aching. The ground was painted in fresh blood. Her blood. There was too much. Nausea took over as she struggled to rip her shirt, failing several times she finally decided to take it off completely. Feeling began to return to her body only to be met with a slow burning sensation in her leg. Shakily, She was positioned herself upright trying to steel herself for what comes next. Stay calm, just..think. She shifted restlessly in the sand before choking back a sound as her leg started to crank up the heat coupled with enormous waves of pain. Ok Detta, you need to reset the bone. The idea itself was enough to make her squirm, she couldn’t even begin to imagine doing it to herself. “ Found you~,” Claudette flinched hard, the bad leg hit her good one. She screeched, her body trembled and lurched as it was tempted to blackout from the pain. No.. NO NOT THIS. I.. A pair of familiar misty eyes peeked out from the darkness across the river, this time though they were accompanied by an eerie smile that illuminated the darkness. A body steadily came into view revealing The Doctor, electricity danced across his forearms and trickled down to his feet before disappearing to the earth. Please! Everything in her mind went blank, her pain and her caution regarding her leg went out of the window. Survival instincts took over as she threw her shirt aside and desperately clawed at the ground fighting to gain distance. “ Oh I wouldn’t do that,” he waded through the river with ease, making his way over. “ You are only making it worse.” Her hair was frizzed out all over her face, dirt and sand covered her wounds and body. Like a corned animal she kept fighting to get away from him. No progress was made and before she knew it he was squatting over her bare back. “ Tsk Tsk..,” He reached a hand out and grabbed her outstretched arm to prevent any future escape. He quickly looked her over, “A fracture..,” a hand hovered over her exposed bone. Giggles arose from his clenched smile, his eyes danced with glee, “ Well we can’t have that,” with the same hand clasped around her arm he lifted her off the ground. With no regard for how twisted he was making her body, he brought his other hand around her neck. His face came right beside hers only to pause, savoring the terror that was plastered on her face. Breaking the silence finally he spoke in a whisper,“ It would be a shame to lose your life, since you are now my new pet~.” Her eyes widened and she tried to scream in protest only to be shut up by his massive hand. Without a care in the world he slung her over his shoulder and smirked upon hearing her outcry of pain.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanfic #fanficiton #my writing

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mcmaffys · 5 years

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AtR live 2019 @ Fuji-Q 2 Days (Fan Report Translation)

📌Day 1

At the centre of the stage , soraru and mafumafu came out from egg-shaped thing after it cracked. 🐣

Mafumafu's costume was in black and gold, while Soraru's costume was blue and gold, sparkly costumes like a prince's outfits. ✨

They change the costume twice.

After that prince-like costume, Soraru changed into purple shirt and dark blue cardigan. Mafumafu changed into white tank top under the black cardigan. Both of them wear black skinny pants. Mafumafu was a sexy guy who loose his guard, exposing his beautiful arm and shoulder from his loose cardigan.

During the encore, they changed into sailor t-shirts. First day: Soraru-blue, Mafumafu-pink, 2nd day: Mafumafu-blue, Soraru-pink

On the first day, soraru was in blue sailor t-shirt and mafumafu was in pink , and soraru said he's looks better because he's in blue (insulting the pink mafu ww)

On the second day, mafumafu wears the blue one, "Today, because I wear the blue one" he said in smug face then he looks at soraru and said "soraru-san in piiiink www" he laughed at Soraru happily ww

M: I gave up on blue because I was in a unit with Soraru, but I actually loves blue

S: A mutual concession huh, That's why you're pink

M: No, I'm white.

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~Day Live is embarassing because you could see it clearly~

S: Night is our time, we're that type of character that only appears at night in Pokemon

M: Like Hoothoot www (Hoothoot: a character in Pokemon)

Because their face can be seen clearly, Mafu said he want to put on SNOW apps filter on the large screen.

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Soraru: People with good eyes is scary, because they can see us clearly especially in a bright place

Mafumafu's agreed

Soraru: Don't we'd look better at night?

Mafu: Do soraru-san has a good eyes?

Soraru: Unfortunately, I have a pair of good eyes, but don't worry you guys are all beautiful and handsome person (w)

Mafu: Did you brings this up just to say this?

Soraru: How about you mafumafu?

Mafu: My right eye can't see, and my left eyes hardly can see, but I can see well that Soraru-san looks cool

Soraru lightly replied: I thought you looks cool too

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~Summerish things you do~

S: Mafumafu, I would like to ask you a common question

M: Me?

S: Did you do a summer-like activities (this year)?

M: ..... (deep in thought)

S: Now is the time for album production huh

Towards Mafumafu who lost in thought, Soraru try to brings up the subject, and got ignored w

M: Ah, didn't we have a DbD (Dead by Daylight) livestream ?

DbD is horror so it's summerish. 1 got 1 point! (Smug face) what about soraru-san?

S:... (Soraru couldn't answer)

I did nothing. I got zero point. (Admitting his loss)

Our summerish activities every year is nothing more than this summer lives, our summer starts today and will ends tomorrow, so let's have fun to the fullest!

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📌Day 2

The safety pin on Soraru's hat stuck on his costume's ornament on the right shoulder.

As soon as the second song is over, his head and shoulder was in a restrained state. He's asking for help and handed his mic to mafumafu, and got mafumafu to help him detached it. Mafu asked Soraru not to move, then after he got the pin, he asked if it's okay for him to tear it off.

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~Zip check incident~

During the time when Soraru is in charge of the MC, the staff suddenly calls out to Mafumafu, and he suddenly came closely towards Soraru and whispered something. Soraru-san went ?? And checking his pant's zipper.

"It didn't opened!" Soraru said.

Mafumafu stares at soraru's zipper and try to check and points out his hand towards the zipper.

Soraru said the zip didn't opened. He said: I always checked the zip properly, it's already zipped but it still looks like this!

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~Cicada~

During the encore's MC, Soraru found a half-dead cicada on the stage and he get scared and back away. Mafu asked the staff for paper or something so he could set it free. Soraru went hiding behind mafumafu's back.

Soraru cheered for the cicada and said: good luck, go away somewhere. Mafumafu got the cicada, and set it free, while the person at the back (Soraru) said kakkoii!

Soraru: Even though I went to your house to get rid of the cockroach

Mafu: I'm just not good with cockroaches

Soraru: But, to think that you have such a manly side (keenly)

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~Photoshoot~

- 1st day

Mafumafu getting smaller physically, and soraru asked: Why did you getting smaller?

- 2nd day

Mafumafu spread his legs and wrap his arm around Soraru's shoulder, soraru said "this time I'm getting smaller, this way I'm going to look thinner" and leans on mafumafu's arm.

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Extra:

Before the last song, Mafumafu ask if he could have a final MC.

Mafu: Soraru-san, did your condition getting better?

Soraru: I'm fine. I'm sorry that I've been coughing and shown you guys my weak side today.

Mafu: I think everyone is worried about you

Soraru then told the listener that he's really fine,

"Today, it's been a while since I've so much fun, these days I've been locking myself at home working on music. At first, I was worried before going up to the stage, but when I got on the stage, I thought it was so fun", Soraru said while smiling happily.

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Original reports by Hotaru @hotaru_atr

Translation by me

#after the rain #atr #soraru #mafumafu #live report #translation

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dulljudgment-blog · 6 years

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Info for my muse

Cornelio Montes, first adopted by abusive folk he was a kind a gentle hearted person, always selfless and upstanding even through his mentally and physically abusive adopters. For years and years he searched for his real parents and family but to no avail, many called him worthless through his time but he didn't care. He had made amends with himself and his sexuality early on but fell for another boy but kept it to himself and never touched the subject of sweet yet terribly painful love again in matters of finding a lover. Cornelio was tall and rather bulky for his age but not dumb and gullible like the stereotype, he was reserved and peaceful with brains. After years of searching he finally found his parents, he was so happy after he had left the abusive adopters but the marks were already made, after two years of living happily Cornelio came home from a friend's house but he had come home to a massacre of his family. The cops let loose of the robbers because of their "alibi" to the situation saying it was only self defense but a rumor of a bribe had occurred. Filled with rage and sadness Cornelio ran away but not before stealing documents on where the robbers lived, he took the family heirloom which was a knife so shiny and embroidered with jewels along with ancient native American and Mayan text on it. He tracked down every single robber and killed them slowly, he made them feel what he felt but for their families he didn't kill, they weren't guilty it wasn't their fault after all he killed only who was guilty. Cornelio didn't have an option to go back he only pushed on, killing whoever was guilty by murder, rape, massacre, kidnapping, human trafficking and more. He knew his victims were stronger than him so he used the night as a veil and with well placed strike along with days of stalking was how he killed. His attire made him look somewhat normal with a baggy black sweater and baggy gray shorts he walked among the people with the knife tucked in his pocket. Many thought of him as a law bringer with good intentions others not so much, he traveled across the state killing only the guilty before he mysteriously disappeared into a charcoal black fog not to see or kill again.

Other info

A dbd oc (killer)

Speed- 115%

Age:14

Height:6'1

Cornelio is quiet and has short patience along with a temper but due to having to be so patient he can hold up emotions for a long time in some would say "emotional" situations but his morals keep himself from killing the innocent, although the entity has to find away to hide or get rid of those morals.

Cornelio enjoys giving out pain to the ones who deserve it, when killing he judges the survivors and some to most of the time always spares one or two survivors in a match. Cornelio is terribly observative which he often stares and stalks anyone ranging from killers them to Survivors and even the entity itself.

When not in trials Cornelio likes to stalk and observe other killers from the shadows which became a routine for him but other than that he goes into his own rainy realm and looks to the very house he lived in with his real family for such a short time, but other than that the entity allowed him a garden and some food along with animals to enter into his realm off trials for him to cook which used to be a hobby of his. Often times a mummer of ancient Mayan and native American speech floats by him which is his family's protectors whispering to him, he often talks to a smokey crow which was made from a shadow but because it isn't supposed to be I'm the entity's realm it disappears shortly if Cornelio isn't focused a whole lot.

Perks and powers:

Power- Karma is stalking

Cornelio feels thrill in a Chase when going on long enough and due to him being survivor like he can vault and slide under or over pallets like a survivor but somewhat slowed, Cornelio gains speed tokens that can only be discarded if he doesn't catch a survivor in time the speed he goes at I he has full tokens (five) he has 120 speed, each token gives a 1% speed boost but with add-ons can give a faster boost but can't exceed 124% speed. If Cornelio doesn't catch a survivor in under five minutes all of his tokens will person along with a 5% speed penalty. The other part of his power is him being able to travel through shadows which has a 5 second process with no limits to how far he can go but with specific add-ons may limit the range. The cool down of shadow travelling is 15 seconds.

Perk 1-

Precise strike - Cornelio carefully observes his victims in a Chase which give him better hints on where to strike, After one minute and thirty seconds into a chase Cornelio has a 50% chance to instantly down a survivor.

Perk 2-

Karma's a bitch -

If a survivor doesn't save or heal another survivor or anything in the sort along with selling out that survivor in need or taking a hit for them etc. they gain a token of karma, this doesn't apply if Cornelio is to close, After two tokens of karma Cornelio gains a token against that survivor which gives that survivor a random status effect, after five tokens of karma that survivor suffers from the broken status effect, on ten tokens that survivor is able to be killed without a hook. A survivor can make amends by taking Cornelio off of another survivor, if the previous survivor that was being chased is fully healed the survivor who took Cornelio off of them loses two karma tokens.

Perk 3-

Determined revenge -

Fed by his delusion along with the entity's whispers Cornelio is engulfed by burning rage which replaces his terror radius with hia delusional laughing, Cornelio has the ability to have an instant cool down on his attacks when all but one generator has been done, Cornelio also has the ability to sabotage generators which if a survivor trys to fix it will be out in the injured state along with any other survivor by that generator, this can be fixed by five tremendously hard skill checks but if failed a survivor will be out into the injured state along with the broken status effect.

Mori-

Cornelio takes pity on the innocent when killing, if the person is guilty with their wrong doings overcrowding their good deeds he first slashes at their legs anf makes sure to cut the tendons once they're unable to move. He then makes an cut on their chest but has the entity keep them alive, he splits their chest open to make a cavity then stavs one of their lungs then slowly squeezes their heart until it bursts all while laughing. If the good deeds overcrowd the wrong found Cornelio gives a less painful death with a quick and painless know to the skull mainly the eye and he makes sure to hit the brain.

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