Breakdcwn

Earth-UNKNOWN :

A Marvel Universe Born from BHVR's Dead by Daylight.

To Preface:

Hello. I am Atticus Beck, or Atti as most know me by. I am twenty-five years of age, and have a project that I have slowly been working on that I have dubbed "Earth-UNKNOWN." For lack of better phrasing, this project is a sort of "What-If?" scenario where both protagonists and antagonists alike learn that they are more extraordinary than previously thought. A twist to each one's storyline, they find out that they each are different entities, heroes, and villains that correspond with that of the Marvel Universe.

You may recognize my style of writing if you have interacted with @breakdcwn / @breakcut or the sideblogs of those pages. Having been a huge Dead by Daylight fan/player, I wrote for multiple characters and sadly had gone on hiatus due to the state of the game stifling my inspiration to write for them. However, I had the idea for this project and have a lot of passion and inspiration for this project.

Jake attempts to sneak past the Legion's leader, who sits comfortably by the hearth, in a futile effort to steal some snacks from the bar cupboards of the resort's main lodge. Before he can get to the bar, a stray, ornately wrapped box is caught under his feet, sending him tumbling, rather loudly, onto the floor.

The saboteur quickly springs to his feet as though nothing happened, immediately attempting to cover up his mistake in the worst way possible: opening his mouth.

Sidney kept her eyes between both shrouded figure and gun, form tense, yet focused.

" As sharp as the end of a razor. " Came a hushed response, nodding in agreement to the plan.

This was the last thing she wanted to deal with, but whoever was behind the mask brought them here. they sounded like Dewey.

He looks around for a moment, studying his surroundings, looking for something to help, then he remembers his knife. Lifting his boot up to his knee, he pulls it out from the leg of the leather article.

"This may be risky, but..." he trails off as he cringes, remembering his years back in Ormond, training to defend himself against the gang from his school.

Tightening his grip on the knife, he readies himself to smash the window before turning back up to Sidney, a stern look on his face.

A silent nod, focusing on the masked assailant's leg, she didn't want to kill them, not unless she had to.

Breathing softly to not obstruct his hearing, the soft squish of leather boots against the wet asphalt as the cloaked attacker draws closer. Raising his knife, he whirls quickly, putting a little more of his weight into his swing.

*THWACK*

His hand makes contact with the pasty silicone facade, causing the figure to stumble back in pain.

Obviously enraged, the masked man swings his blade at Jeff, who quickly grabs the hand and brings his head forward into the other's. The assailant takes his free hand and swings it to make contact with Jeff's ear, causing it to ring as he winces in pain.

Even though the killer was smaller than him, they did pack a punch. He shifts his gaze to Sidney, whose eyes are focused intently on the other, gun in hand.

*BANG!*

Sidney aimed for the kneecaps, it was the easiest place to temporarily incapacitate the assailant.

Watching them fall to the ground, dropping the knife to hold their knee in pain, giving Jeff enough time to retrain them while she phoned the police.

Sidney crawled out of the window, scraping herself on an edge of the window. adrenaline 's totally helping her ignore what she was gonna feel later.

Making her way over, she aimed the gun at the attacker, using her free hand to grab her phone from her pocket, dialing 911.

"Good job, babe, I knew you'd get 'em."

Lightly kissing her cheek, he turns beside her, gently placing his hand on her back as they both face the masked figure, still writhing from the shot.

"He's been after you, do you wanna unmask him?"

He shifts his gaze to her, both sets of oaky hues meeting as his brow furrows in a concerned fashion.

Sidney kept her eyes between both shrouded figure and gun, form tense, yet focused.

" As sharp as the end of a razor. " Came a hushed response, nodding in agreement to the plan.

This was the last thing she wanted to deal with, but whoever was behind the mask brought them here. they sounded like Dewey.

He looks around for a moment, studying his surroundings, looking for something to help, then he remembers his knife. Lifting his boot up to his knee, he pulls it out from the leg of the leather article.

"This may be risky, but..." he trails off as he cringes, remembering his years back in Ormond, training to defend himself against the gang from his school.

Tightening his grip on the knife, he readies himself to smash the window before turning back up to Sidney, a stern look on his face.

A silent nod, focusing on the masked assailant's leg, she didn't want to kill them, not unless she had to.

Breathing softly to not obstruct his hearing, the soft squish of leather boots against the wet asphalt as the cloaked attacker draws closer. Raising his knife, he whirls quickly, putting a little more of his weight into his swing.

*THWACK*

His hand makes contact with the pasty silicone facade, causing the figure to stumble back in pain.

Obviously enraged, the masked man swings his blade at Jeff, who quickly grabs the hand and brings his head forward into the other's. The assailant takes his free hand and swings it to make contact with Jeff's ear, causing it to ring as he winces in pain.

Even though the killer was smaller than him, they did pack a punch. He shifts his gaze to Sidney, whose eyes are focused intently on the other, gun in hand.

Sidney kept her eyes between both shrouded figure and gun, form tense, yet focused.

" As sharp as the end of a razor. " Came a hushed response, nodding in agreement to the plan.

This was the last thing she wanted to deal with, but whoever was behind the mask brought them here. they sounded like Dewey.

He looks around for a moment, studying his surroundings, looking for something to help, then he remembers his knife. Lifting his boot up to his knee, he pulls it out from the leg of the leather article.

"This may be risky, but..." he trails off as he cringes, remembering his years back in Ormond, training to defend himself against the gang from his school.

Tightening his grip on the knife, he readies himself to smash the window before turning back up to Sidney, a stern look on his face.

† 𝙲𝙾𝚆𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 sentence starters ... featuring 60 sentence starters with some nice bit of western wisdom on the side. please use as purposed, do not replicate or alter for any reason. this is likely one part of many. enjoy!

“ a man’s gotta know when to ride and when to stay. ” “ this life don’t owe you nothin’. you earn it. ” “ a promise ain't as good as a handshake. ” “ a gun’s only as dangerous as the man holdin’ it. ” “ out here, it ain’t about what you take. it’s what you leave behind. ” “ never draw unless you intend to shoot. ” “ trust is harder to earn than gold, and far easier to lose. ” “ a man’s past follows him like a hound. ” “ in the end, we all answer to the same dirt. ” “ the only law out here is what you make of it. ” “ a man’s only as good as his word. ” “ the trail don’t ride itself. ” “ never rush a horse or a decision. ” “ hard times don’t last, but hard men do. ” “ there’s no shame in starting over. ” “ the earth don’t care about your troubles. ” “ water’s worth more than gold in a dry season. ” “ a quiet man sees more than a loud one. ” “ ride slow, and you’ll get there faster. ” “ a kind word can mend fences better than a hammer. ” “ luck favors the prepared. ” “ the sun don’t wait for nobody. ” “ the hard times teach patience, and they teach pain. ” “ sometimes, the bravest thing is to walk away. ” “ there ain't a gun out there more dangerous than the man wielding it. ” “ don’t trust a man who won’t look you in the eye. ” “ every storm runs out of rain. ” “ revenge is best left to the fools. ” “ a man with nothin’ to lose is a man to fear. ” “ the desert has no mercy, and neither should you. ” “ you can’t outrun your past. ” “ home ain’t a place — it’s what waits for you. ” “ the biggest risk is not takin’ one. ” “ not all treasure is buried in the ground. ” “ there’s always someone faster. ” “ a horse knows the rider’s heart. ” “ the sun rises for sinners and saints all the same. ” “ a fence keeps out trouble — until it doesn’t. ” “ courage is being scared and saddling up anyway. ” “ even a cactus blooms if you give it time. ” “ a man’s shadow follows him everywhere. ” “ out here, trust is worth more than silver. ” “ the wind carries whispers, but never secrets. ” “ a fire can warm you or burn you. depends how close you get. ” “ don’t dig a well too shallow, or a grave too deep. ” “ every sunset is a reminder that nothing lasts forever. ” “ an empty saddle tells a story. ” “ you can mend a fence, but not a broken trust. ” “ never judge a man by his hat. ” “ out here, you make your own luck. ” “ a good dog is better company than most people. ” “ the river knows its way — follow it. ” “ you shouldn't spit into the wind. ” “ a sharp knife and a clear mind go a long way. ” “ the horizon is closer than you think. ” “ sometimes the quiet nights are the ones you remember most. ” “ every man has a story. ” “ don’t pick a fight you ain’t ready to finish. ” “ sometimes, you gotta ride alone. ” “ the road home is the longest one. ”