SMEMENTO

We all know The Entity is smart enough not to pass up something such as an authentically intelligent survivor. Especially one who knows of the supernatural and the way it works. If the reader was to be able to find an escape, they’d be the one to have the upper hand, using their knowledge as leverage to get what they want. It’d also be a big casualty for her with the loss of one or all survivors, both for entrainment and studying purposes.

With that being said, a ‘bond,’ would definitely be placed on the table. The Reader and Entity probably share each other's secrets with the belief that neither would dare rat the other out. Which, if you're being smart, you wouldn't try something like that. As the Entity is the darkness that lurks in the shadows of your surroundings and within the crows.

Of course, even if she did betray the reader I don't doubt that it was nothing but lies being shared. As if you play your cards right, there is no point in exposing your truth and manipulating your enemy to learn theirs. So all of the info would be false or part of these fairytales.

I've thought about it once before that there's a possibility that The Entity does have a weakness. Which, if we involve the need for sacrifices it's probably some sort of necessity of death for power. Meaning that's why she might be so disappointed when a Slasher either kills with their weapons or gets little to no hooks during a trial.

As no finishes done by their skill doesn't count as a direct sacrifice. No sacrifice = no power.

(I take it as the soul = power as well, so when Survivors are determined to survive their soul is stronger. Meaning their sacrifices are more valuable which is why more gifts may be given. //It’s a big reason why leaders are authentically important in trials//)

If you were able to figure that out (whether it be that or another idea), you would be something that she thoroughly can't risk getting rid of. As even if you tried there's a stubbornness in your soul that will possibly lead you back to the Realm. That's a risk that would ruin their entire life(s) work.

To you, it is a win as you’ll probably be able to force more blessings (luck) over your head.

POSSIBLE SKILLS:

I’ve talked about a skill that utilizes the fog and sight of bonds, ‘See Evil,’ as it was called. It’d probably be the most helpful and maybe even shocking thing to experience the first time around, probably a sudden trigger during one of your trials against some random killer. It wasn’t really thought out other than just some sort of sight thing for stealth.

I’ve also thought of something like ‘OVERWHELM’, ‘Apex Predator’ or ‘Intimidate.’ (Name/Rename it as you wish). It’s a skill usually used when going against Slashers but can sometimes be triggered with strong emotions. (That meaning you can cause the heartbeat sort of sound and/or Spine Chill to trigger).

The skill allows a sudden switch of roles or feeling of overbearing fear to flood over anyone in your proximity or whoever may had made eye contact with you. This completely freezes those nearby for a couple of seconds. (Time, Ability + Other, depends on mastered level)

This also gives the reader the ability to overpower those who may have strength gained by the entity. (Which would be the only real reason the reader could kill someone a authentically stronger (w & w/o their buffs). ex: Pyramid Head, Nemesis, Oni)

But, I also never really think the Reader could kill those stated even without their buffs. Especially Pyramid Head (as he is canonically one of the strongest) if it doesn’t involve the entity’s help. However, if the reader is smart I don’t think they would even try to kill The Executioner or provoke him. It’s a death-wish waiting to happen due to his abnormal free will from The Entity.

General || The Reader

With the skill and wits of survival, death is something that is probably to never be expected of you. Even if you have a bond or connection with the entity, you know you can limit your abilities, both in knowledge and soul. However, a sacrifice (certain death), is out of your control.

That being said you're a shuffled deck that has Lady Luck practically praying to you.

This doesn't mean you've never experienced death before. If you are taking a sort of Hunter! Reader into play, I don't doubt that they‘ve experienced possession, exorcisms, death, hell, and things similar. Just another book of knowledge that makes them a better survivor.

TRAPPER | Evan MacMillan the foolish wolf.

“You’re the predator right up until you're prey.” - James Sa Corey

When he was free from the entity and released into the realm of the trial, his attention was captured by unfamiliar footprints nearby. They were a pair of two planted and smudged in a dense mud puddle nearby. By a normal gaze, it’d just be mistaken for an accident, a simple walk through in fear. However, when he chose to follow its direction, the truth unfolded with a shoeprint pressed too hard not to be unintentional near one of his traps.

The simple action told him this trial would probably either be the most exciting he's had recently or the most frustrating.

As he knows you are the one behind this.

Since your first arrival, you've shown that you're not meant to be hunted, nonetheless be prey. You showed that you are the peak of a human, having a high intelligence and awareness of yourself and your surroundings. With that being said, Evan is envious of your skills at adapting and conquering instead of being obedient. It’s something that even most Killers wouldn’t dare to try against the entity.

But, that also meant you’re the demise of him and the rest of the killers.

It felt as if you were the entity itself, doing what you wish without the consequences of death, knowing you can always escape.

It frustrated everyone and everything, specifically your ‘dumb luck.’ You didn't use or bring tools into trials often for the sole person of not needing them as you like to take chase. But do say if the killers are intentionally ignoring you, (something Evan does) you run off to open chests with some amazing tools or meds before finally ‘playing.’

If Evan was to find you on gen he’d try to be as quick as possible to snatch you. Of course that never happens with the way you weasel past him, a piece of your clothes or hair straying in the wind from his whiff.

Your giggle following.

Evans’ breathing was heavier than seconds before, his chest rising and easing with this familiar urgency as he stomps after his prey. He managed to get into a chase with Dwight and land hits on Bill and Feng nearby, their distant cries of pain pounding against his eardrums. But, he had tunnel vision on Dwight, wanting him out now so he didn't have to deal with everyone together.

He raised his Cleaver, eyes bloodshot as the wind slices at his swing. He would have hit that damn man to the ground now if it wasn't for you taking the hit. The smell of your blood intoxicating the air and painting both your clothes and his. This was new but a shame for him it didn't last long, you blame it on him for his tunnel vision.

“Clumsy clusmy~”

You smile, as his right foot touches the ground. The snarl of a trap snapping closed filling the air. His hunched-over form gives you the disadvantage and shoves him off of his feet, a series of snaps following, and the killer groaning in agony.

Dwight was long gone, on his way to the gate that Bill and Feng were opening. That left only you, looming over the man with this look that Evan could only say was of bloodlust. The cries of the sirens match your ragged breathing as you step a heel onto him, his disowned weapon now firm in your grasp. The same hand that poured with your blood from the gash on your back, a sloppy one that surely hurt. Yet, you couldn't feel it and he felt as if he understood why as you brought the cleaver over your head.

It was adrenaline, possibly even something else. As you successfully played rabbit long enough to fool the dumb wolf. This whole game he's forgotten his traps because of you. Because of you, he couldn't get them to stop. Because of you, he couldn't get Dwight. And because of you, he's dead.

The death was quick and as painless as possible. As if you were ending the suffering of an animal. His hand only reached out when he returned to his realm, hovering over where you once stood. Evan could've done something. But, he didn't. His body was bitten by traps, littered like poison ivy and fear(?)— no. Impossible. Was it? It made him growl as he presses his hand against his chest.

A mere human, smaller than him and what he believed, weaker than him, tired and caught its prey. Him.

He then realized as he stood that the print from the beginning was a warning. Your warning, maybe even clue or advice that he needs to be smarter. He needs to be the better hunter so he can catch the most sacred creature of all. You.

GHOSTFACE | Danny Johnson

Smile for me.

“When you hunt predators, the best camouflage is weakness” - ANDREW VACHSS

Mr. Ghostface has always been captivated by you. He knows that you aren't just some attractive face willing to fall over for a straddle, that teasing smile and laugh is what tells him exactly that.

Like him, you're playing the game by its rules. You're obeying in your own way and just adding some fun into his life. He thanks you for that, he’ll even thank you personally if he can just manage to get his hands on your quick body. But, he can't, you know him awfully too well for his liking.

And something familiar itched him in the back of his head every time he swiveled around from a bird's call, only being welcomed by well- nothing and looking like an idiot as he walks about to make sure no one is around the corner.

Through the whole trial, you were a mere shadow in the corner of his eye. His head turned to connect and finally get in a chase with you, only for his blood to run cold. The tugging triggering in his brain as the hands trample over his cloak, tightening around him. It felt as if the fangs of a cobra latched onto his neck, its body tightening around him until he fell with a strangled gasp.

He could feel your hands going along his body before taking his beloved knife and camera.

“What do you think you're doing?” He huffed, an obvious annoyance dripping off his voice. This- was not it. At least it was something he wasn't enjoying due to the sole purpose of him not being in on the ‘plan.’ (If you know what I mean).

“I know you aren't that dumb, Ghosty “ A tone of joy kissed his ears as he was pulled back, the flash of a camera temporarily blinding him. One before the death, one after. Something that pissed Danny off to the moon was the way you handled him- after all HE’s supposed to be the one doing this! Not the other way around!

“Smile for me!”

-Were the last words he heard before the fuzz of death overtook him. Since being brought here, he knows what death feels and looks like. And he knows very well that he was dying, one attack after the other being fueled with this shot of adrenaline before his eventual death.

The layered voices of the entity show their obvious disappointment of this trial's performance. Danny grumbled to himself as he rips his mask off, running his grimy hands down his face to get rid of the remaining sweat. By the feel of it, the entity only mended him to the point he would survive, leaving him with the ache of his stabs.

He growled as he snatched up his camera, using an unneeded force while he looks through it. The photo of Meg welcoming before the next did. Where the mere sight made his body freeze, his eyes slightly widening under his mask.

Danny was unsure why he was feeling this exact way. It was a horrendous mix of attraction and competitiveness that stirred in his chest with the sight of you straddling his back; imitating his pose to the exact hold of his knife to the lean, the only real difference being the look you had. A look of a killer he thought.

A look of a challenger. Or maybe simply someone that he had to put in their place.

THE SHAPE || Michael Myers

The other boogeyman.

“Black widows may be powerful predators, but every predator is somebody else's prey.” - Lionel

Michael is very conflicted about his emotions toward you. The only thing he knows for sure is he hates how aware you are. You don’t allow yourself to have tunnel vision when doing tasks and that means you’re always on alert. That being said, the smallest noise, whether it be by the wind or a light step, your attention is already over your shoulder.

Your hands still working with familiarity, your keen hearing focusing on both your surroundings and the task at hand. To him, it’s annoying. To others, it's applaudable. This is why he always tries to play smart if you’re in a trial.

He knows you have Spine Chill, an ability you quickly learned so you can always have a head start on something. You also don’t utilize lockers, not because you don’t know how to you’re just playing smart. After all, if you’re able to get out of his line of sight and out of the area faster, he doesn’t have a chance of catching up to you. (Also because you nearly died during a trial with Bubba and that forever stuck with you).

Long story short, you are the victim that every killer wants to kill for ‘bragging’ rights. Or at least some small validation they want from themselves.

To Michael, you're a stand-in obsession. As the entity quickly took notice of how much he truly wishes to capture you. His intents are similar to his original obsession, but maybe a bit more— possessive. As when you became Bubba’s star obsession for a bit, Myers became a bit, disobedient. The tension between the two killers abnormal and leaving the rest with a disturbance between the realms.

Since the first incident, (him brutally slaughtering Bubba) you became his new obsession if Laurie wasn’t in trial. Even if she was sometimes it’d switch between the two of you, as offerings became more prominent by the Killer when he found out you’d be in a trial.

The Offering was one that was only obtainable by the entity by his performances (sacrificing the whole trial), or lucky run-ins during them. Nothing in between due to him actually being able to get his hands on you. If he was he’d probably cut off a lock of your hair for good luck or something along those lines. After all, not everyone can have the chance to get their hands on a creature like you.

A shame that when he did, he couldn’t cherish it.

You’ve been thinking about this plan for a while, mostly because you had mutual respect and interest in the masked killer. He was the only one that truly made your nerves go haywire and goosebumps erupt on your body. That enough was respectable. To the other survivors, it felt as if you had made him an obsession. (Which isn’t entirely wrong).

However, by the end of the day, it didn’t matter. Especially when you were dragged into a trial with the wisps of the the entity, the fog thick this time around. That itself gives your fellow survivors that you were in the trial, as you’re able to utilize the fog. When stealth you can see those near you, similar to one of Dwight's skills but it only lasts for a couple of seconds with five-second break intervals. Unless the killer is near then it's 10-25 seconds. You can see them up to 10 before the timer starts. ‘See Evil’ is what it began to be called.

Marcus is obviously not a good person and he knows that more then anyone.

He knows that the things he’s done and currently does is not the way of enforcement, nonetheless the way Grayson would lead them. Sure, he fought Grayson on the way she led the Enforcers, yet as he got older he understood why she did what she did.

Zander was the main pillar of Zaun, and the moment he fell the city needed another support. Due to the sudden drug that roamed the streets one pillar broke into multiple, Silco being the main of the operation. While Marcus is at the bottom of the food chain every time he goes down there.

He has been chained to the man for a while and had nothing to come with it. He couldn’t lie to anyone in Piltover about it either as Silco had probably solid proof of Marcus being a rat in the operation. With all of that, everything took a toll on him and his daughter.

The only way of he coped was by drinking and having as much bonding time as possible with his daughter. Yet, that only helped him so much.

It was weird the day you appeared. Marcus wasn’t planning on meeting Silco anytime soon so he had been assigned to have rounds around the Academy.

It was common for you to visit the Council with new ideas, which a majority of them needed to be accepted by them. Usually it wouldn’t be needed to be given a okay, but you weren’t a student at the academy. As you found this place too restricting and suffocating of your free will. After a year or so of back and forth, along with your obvious contribution to the academy, the Council finally accepted you to being an off campus inventor.

You were organizing your files while walking down the hall, occasionally glancing up to make sure you didn’t bump into any students or passerby’s. However, like many cliche meetings, you eventually did bump into someone, only catching the sight of their back before the collision.

Marcus was striding back, giving a small nod of acknowledgment to Jayce as he disappears around a corner. He could feel his heart nearly explode against his ribs, ever since Jayce was put on the Council, Marcus was nearly getting caught everyday. Due to his clouded mind and panicked state, he wasn’t able to turn around before he crashed into someone. His heavy figure sending them back with a couple clatters of their items.

He was quick to help you up, apologizing about his clumsiness. He’s never seen you around but you had caught his attention pretty quickly, your light laughter of embarrassment making him smile. He honestly didn’t know how to feel when you helped fixed his hair and hat, which he didn’t even know was a slightly messed up… Marcus could really only smile and laugh, sorta becoming an awkward mess at your kind actions. He’s never really been— treated nicely for a while, especially through touch.

As the days passed, the two of you started running into each other more. Literally. You constantly joking that it’s fate as you two help each other up, making sure to exchange a long conversation before separating. It felt normal until it seemed as if you got a bit comfortable around him.

He didn’t see it as a bad thing when your hands carefully fixed his suit and badge, still holding a conversation without much worry. However he thought he was gonna explode as he watched you… It made him feel like a teen, head over heels and your kind gestures weren’t helping him push down his light feelings.

You had started to take time out of your day to visit his office as well, always there to lend an ear to listen and a voice of advice. The liquor that he poured being long forgotten, condensation forming and rolling down by the hours of your conversations.

Overtime he throughly enjoyed and welcomed your touch, hands carefully fixing his attire as if it was going to be the last time you saw him… Maybe that’s why he liked having you around so much. You never took his time for granted and would never cause harm to him. Only there to lightly wipe away all the sick bruises and scars…

You can only imagine how he felt when Silco knew of your existence. That meeting? He swear he was going to strangle the man, even if it meant dying that day.

“You’ve been very— content, recently.”

Silco examined his cigar, only for his eyes to flicker up to the Enforcer who obviously changed his mood. His eyebrows lightly knitting together.

“I thought it was maybe you were finally submitting to your job with me. But, I was wrong.”

He lit the cigar, placing it between his lips as he grabs a photograph handed to him by Sevika. Marcus never knew his blood could run cold and hot as quickly as it did. The photo he showed him was of you, Marcus and his daughter. No doubt that you weren’t attractive, that photo really showing your delicate colors.

“They’re attractive, good with kids too… I can only-“

“You better not, Silco! I will kill you!”

Marcus slammed his hands on the desk, large hands quickly grabbing his shoulders to slam him back into his seat. But, it grew obvious that he was still trying to hold up to his word. Killing Silco. He will kill Silco if he took you.

His reaction only caused the man to laugh, abandoning the photo with a light toss. “You lost one lover, who am I to take this one?— Maybe I will if I feel like it, or you disobey me… Do you understand now?”

Marcus left that room with a quick grab of the photo, clear anger bubbling through his body the entire walk. He felt like an idiot for showing his weakness for you so quickly. He’d usually have his emotions under control, but— it was you. You were always the one who made his mind go on haywire and his happiness thud heavily through his chest. You were the Shimmer to him. Vibrant, colorful— addicting.

The whole way home he was in a quick pace, not sparing a glance at whoever or whatever he bumped shoulders with. He just needed to get home… Where you were- with his daughter… You were home. Yes.

The door nearly ripped off its hinges.

“[Y/N]?!— [Y/N]!”

His yell echoed through the house, his boots rushing upstairs.

Marcus was heading straight to the room, hell, he would’ve thrown that one open as well if it wasn’t for you coming out of it. Your hands light against his chest with a worried expression.

It was sudden when he embraced you. His arms secure around you with a sudden grasp of desperation, the unbalance causing you to be supported against the wall. Yet, as you processed everything, you hugged him back. You knew he had his secrets and that was all okay with you, so you hug. You hug him and make him feel safe enough to let his guard down.

It was new for him to start crying.

His light sobs being muffled by his desperation to keep quiet as he holds you tighter, wanting to be as close to you as possible right now. As he seemed your comfort you were careful to close the door, to make sure his daughter didn’t wake up. Then, with soft words and guidance, you led him to the bedroom.

Where you to quietly laid down, Marcus’ head against your chest to feel your heartbeat and listen to your humming.

You would’ve asked what happened in the morning, if only his daughter wasn’t between the two of you. His hand still tight on the hem of your shirt as he slept.

Eventually, he woke up and the both of you got up, tucking her into bed before the two of you went downstairs to talk. Usually, you’d sit across from each other, but you sat beside each other this time. One hand interlaced with his as the other soothed his hair.

Marcus didn’t tell you what happened exactly, so you resorted to simple comfort. You had him shower and change into more comfortable attire and he was attached to you again. Your fingers petting his head while your other hand rubbed circles on his back.

He was always in need of gentle love. However, he didn’t expect that yours, even if it was mostly friendly at first, would make him feel so loved and safe. If he was to ever lose his daughter, or you— hell, the both of you?—… He wouldn’t have anything to live for anymore. He’d be depressed and lonely.

SILCO.

It was already common knowledge that you were softer compared to the entirety of Zaun. It made people wonder why the practical devil of the place even allowed you to join his posse.

You weren't as strong as the others, never confrontational and whenever you did throw a punch- it hurt you more than it did them.

So why exactly? What did you have to offer Silco to be part of his team?

You didn't know exactly... Sure, you tinker here and there, you're able to give Sevika arm and Jinx's gadgets small positives... (You sorts of stray from giving Jinx upgrades for obvious reasons.) —You also have some medical knowledge but nothing to be out of the extraordinary.

It made you grow insecure over time. It felt as if you needed to be something more to stay alive in this world, especially now with a target on your back... The number of times you would've been snatched if you weren't with the group is insane... You truly owe Sevika a lot, she tends to tell you not to mention it and is fine with being repaid in a game of cards. (She sorta stopped doing that when she figured out you were always able to call out her bluffs and win. You both still have a good friendship though.)

You had entered Silcos’ office with his command, hands delicate with closing the aged door. You could tell he was prioritizing on his injection to focus on you in that moment, which you didn’t mind. It was a human necessity for him, there’s no reason for you to interrupt.

However, the longer you watched, the more frustrated Silco got. You know Jinx helps him with his injections quite often, so he’s grown strange to doing it himself. His arms and hands altering in awkward ways, none of the positions being right.

“Do you need help?”

The words formed without much thought, the flash of fire and ice causing your blood to burst. You knew that Silco didn’t seem to enjoy your touches as much as others may have (you gave his arm squeeze before while he was frustrated and the look he gave you felt like offense, since then you stopped standing close to him/giving physical attention)— it’s stupid for you to think he’d let you do such a valuable thing… right?

“Yes… I do.”

His words caused your apology to run short, trailing off with a light break of a lost word…

You were eventually in front of him, hands fumbling with the gadget a bit as the eyes focused on your movements.

Silco’s hands lightly scratched at the arms of his chair as he assessed you. You’ve always been a nervous thing… You may be quiet half of the time and gentle but he knows you have a mean bark. It has a tone that caused even him to still for a moment upon first hearing it… and that look you had on your face that day. It was feral, protective, captivating…

That wasn’t the first day Silco felt captivated by you though. Yes- he played a risky game allowing you into his life but he doesn’t regret it. You get along with everyone well and have them to protect you… You’re like a gem- or a light in the cave of bats. That’s how he’s seen you through the days and weeks. A light that wasn’t loud or annoying— just there for days of sunbathing and warm hugs. Ones he’s seen you give quite frequently to those around him.

Silco didn’t retrieve from his thoughts until a warmth invaded his right cheek. The sudden touch made his eyes widen and catch yours just as quickly as they did when you asked to help… and just like before, the gaze made you retract, eyes ever so soft. As if his skin was hurting you. But– Silco believed it was because you were scared, maybe terrified of his appearance up close. That made him slightly fill with anger.

“Are you scared of me?” His voice was laced with a light sting, fingers trapping your wrist to stay put. “No! No. I just— I forgot you don’t like me touching you- I just didn’t know how to, do it without.”

Tensing moments pulsed through you. Silco being able to feel your quickening heartbeat from your pulse, you little anxiety ball… He always tried to be careful around you, knowing that one dramatic movement can cause you to stumble away or hide behind the others. As if he’d lay a harming hand onto you… That made him angry for the first time but it grew obvious it didn’t matter who did it, you still feared they’d hit you.

His silent guidance was your reassurance, placing your hand back onto his face and lifting his chin for better access. This time, all his looks felt more calculated for you, as he wanted you to understand he truly needed your assistance with this… And as quick as a mouse the pain electrocuted through him in an aggressive wave, his hand clinging to your wrist as he endures the pain. This time around it felt longer— it, somehow didn’t hurt as much though. So he was fine with the way your hands comforted the sides of his face, even his scarred side and whispered to him. Your alluring voice being there between the high and low of the injection, your newly kneeled position giving him a comfortable position to stare at you in his daze.

Did it always feel so fuzzy? Your hands all over his face in gentle touches, soothing his skin and slicking back his hair. All of this complimented by your gentle voice and looks of true care and worry for him. It was addicting to him. It made the after-pain grossly durable as he leaned against one of your hands until he became awake. Even then, he had faked his drowsiness to have an excuse to keep you close, allow your scent of your favorite smell to be remembered and shared with his cologne. To mix into a gentle potion so the both of you can part ways while still feeling close… This is what Silco has been feeling for long weeks. He wondered why and how you pulled him into this spell. The one that made him a practical mad man whenever someone dared to put a proposition on the table for you. As if you were on the market in the first place… That’s why he needed you by his side— because there’s bad people here. There’s bad people…

From that day on, you were to give him his injections if Jinx wasn’t there. As his daughter also found it common to do them.

When she learned that you had also begun helping Silco, she didn’t take it easy. That was expected because of those voices she experience. However, after some more reassurance and Jinx remembering how much you’ve helped her in feeling normal; she became accustomed to it. Even offered you to do them when she was there sometimes.

Silco never voice too much in his feelings to your help, but it was obvious to you he was thankful. Always enjoying the way you raked your fingers through his hair, no matter if it was done, he loved it. It’s suffocating his touch-starved he could be with you, if you go a day or two without being near him he gets a bit snappy to others. (It feels like he’s having a withdrawal.)

That being said, be sure to give him some affection throughout the day, for the sake of everyone’s safety and Silco’s health. As he no longer glares at you or feels like it’s a bad thing, even when you feel like you shouldn’t be there he’ll want you in the meeting. Depending on who the patron is will cause alters in your forms of attention, if someone intimidated you Silco will allow you to sit with your back facing them, holding onto his arm and staring past the glass… Other times you just stand at his side or on his lap. That is a bit more rare for both of you with an audience. It’s something more private and closer, no need to share that with some random nobodies.

He actually took you to that meeting with Sevika, as no one was at the bar to properly protect you. Plus, that gold jaw had pissed him off multiple times with trying to make advances towards you… Even when you were one of the firsts to put on a mask, you had to deal with some of the air in your lungs. Silco was- apologetic as you coughed and smiled, saying it was alright and things of the same.

VANDER.

Vander is already a Big Teddy. He’s never been harsh with affection to those he was close to, especially to his kids. (Powder, Vi, Mylo and Clogger. Ekko too but he has Benzo!)

Even with his gentle exterior to a lot of people around him, including the new worker, you strayed your affections away from him. He didn’t really think about it, as he always loved seeing the way you would interact with the kids.

They were a bit wary with you the first time around, but it seemed as if the tough exterior fell the day you came in with presents. It wasn’t anyones birthday or an event so it was completely unprovoked and unexpected… Powder had been the one to break the ice and open her present first- which she let out a small screech of excitement. It has a variety of fresh markers and paints, all of which that glowed. Along with some gadgets and scraps that she could put together on her own time.

(Jinx would keep all that stuff as she got older, even if she ran out of it. She kept all your stuff. :,))

The openings was followed by Mylo and Clogger, then Vi. Everyone throughly enjoying their gifts and some (playfully) fighting over some. As you were able to get Vi tickets to this fight show an old friend held, you knew how Vander would get so it was actually ‘box’ seats with the best view. The safest option for a place as such.

Vander probably fell in love there.

You had got him a gift as well, a necklace with two photos of him and the kids. He was REALLY happy to get that, gave you a good ole hug. ‘Jokingly’ asked where you were in the photo, which you also laughed at… but he was a bit serious if not really serious. He wanted you to be in one of the photos- your part of the family.

With how you reacted he dropped it for a bit. Being able to enjoy the laughter of the children and the overall life you brought to his already lively bar.

Overtime you became more affectionate with him, light rubs on the back or touches on his arm here and there. There was a time you even massaged his hand when you felt all the callouses. It was nice. Whenever he’s sitting down you’ll ruffle his hair when you walk past.

Grayson had dropped by for her monthly visit, enjoying a drink with Vander with her new freshie (Marcus). The said man giving the pure ‘stench’ of an adolescents who didn’t truly understand what and who ran the underground… a Piltover snob basically…

It was the first day Grayson ever met you, and you two hit it off pretty easily. It grew painfully obvious very quickly that you were a gentle soul in a wretched land. She wasn’t a bit surprised when you had messed up the Hounds hair, Vander laughing before ‘yelling’ at you about messing up his “luscious hair.”

The amount of silent happiness she had for Vander was immeasurable. The woman is no idiot and understands how well the existence of Vander holds together the underground, knowing he has a possible flower with him makes her content. Plus? Your nice to everyone, even those enforcers who tried to force their way past you. Grayson being the one to come to your saving and allow you to breathe. Despite your known personality, it looked as if you were ready to kick those enforcers to a pulp, or at least try. 

Marcus wasn’t the entirety same though. Sure, you were nice to him, didn’t give him any type of ‘tone’ and offered him a drink or a dish... (as you became the cook of the bar) It was conflicting to the boy in general on how someone like yourself was surviving in this hell. He assumed you were from Piltover originally, running to Zaun for some reason. Gosh, that talk? The anger that brought Zander? Something forever to linger in the back of Marcus’ head. 

“Why did you run from Piltover? Was someone threatening you? You don’t have to stay here, people are able to protect you from whatever Zaunite is threatening you.” 

It was horrendous. His words were unprovoked and random when you had placed the food down for the old friends. His words made you feel ill, your stomach entangling tight knots. Did you seem unhappy with your home? Is this why he assumed you weren’t always in Zaun? Yeah, this place is bad and you gotta have tough skin, but it doesn’t mean you HAVE to treat people harshly...

“What did you say?” 

Vander was looming behind you, glaring to the boy as Grayson raised her brows. Only to shrug it off and enjoy some of the meal you prepared, thinking it’d be best to enjoy and compliment your dish to get you out of all the needed drama. 

Needless to say, Marcus learned to keep his mouth shut from then, never to talk about your possible unhappiness in the place you strive to take care of. 

Despite Vander standing up for you in the situation, there was a couple moments of you scolding him on his behavior. 

He understood why you felt the way you did and apologized, it was authentically a bad feeling to be scolded by you. It made Vander feel like a child again.

Luckily you caught on and just held his face, forcing him to look at you and listen to your delicate words. Ones he’d forever cherish because of how nice they sounded. In all honesty, he cherished the entire moment as you had hugged him. 

A long hug. 

Your fingers massaging his scalp as his arms rested carefully around your frame, content. 

He tends to ask you for back or head scratches after that. As he thoroughly enjoys how nice it feels on him. 

VIKTOR. 

In an expected way, you and Viktor had met through Professor Hemindinger. You were actually his assistant before Viktor, only leaving Piltover to study medicine elsewhere and expand your knowledge of the medical field.

Viktor had seen you in photos that Hemindinger had showed him, however, he didn’t really connect the dots that you were the one in the photo upon first appearance. You weren’t a mess— quite the opposite actually. The attire you wore seemed rich in touch, perfectly fit to your frame to your comfort and to compliment the places you wished. In no way did it seem as if you were wearing these clothes to boast about your wealth. As compared to those of the council or just overall in Piltover, you dressed for your comfort.

After you settled in you learned about the advancements of this— “Hextech.” Viktor seeing the obvious cues you portrayed with your disliking to this. With your further explanations he truly understood where you came from. It’s not that you do not wish to help, it’s simply that you have a belief. Magic that is not natural should not be mettled with by humans.

This didn’t mean you had changed his entire agenda. It grew a light conflict between the two of you for a while, but it didn’t poison too much. Being a doctor you were particularly helpful around the lab, for the sake of Viktors’ need of breaks and food. He was envious of it. As you had set boundaries of when you would push his buttons during specific times as well. If he’d fight you on taking a break you’d pull his chair away from the Hexcore, both of your legs finding room for each other.

The action to you was so much of getting his attention on you. Which worked. It did, but it made him flustered through it. The way you were gentle but stern at the same time. And when you weren’t sharing words? You’d walk past and lightly brush your hand against the back of his neck or head, the action making him go goldfish brain the first couple times it had happened.

Light sparks mirrored on Viktors’ googles whilst he worked, hands being delicate and careful with his calculated actions. Everything was going well— then a delicate brush ran along the back of his head. It sent immediate chills through his body, along with a light sensation of satisfaction.

The tools he held lightly tumbling out of his hands as he frantically looks behind him. His shielded eyes wide at your concerned face, hand delicately brushing against his cheekbone.

“Are you alright…?"

He wasn’t sure how to feel. He knew he didn’t hate this- he didn’t hate the way you touched him. Not pulling away at the man but allowing further warmth to poison his body. Practically healing him from any light discomfort that he had from being hunched over his desk all day. From the looks of it too? You didn’t seem to think your actions were abnormal.

“No- nothing…”

Viktor spared a soft smile before looking away, feeling as your fingertips gradually slipped off his skin, but your presence still remained behind.

“Take a break soon.”

You spared him another brush, walking off with only the click of your shoes. Viktor having to focus his attention on the sound, the breath he held in heaving out with a force as his face was invaded with absolute warmth. Pure fluster.

Viktor was actually jealous a bit when he noticed that you’d give Jayce some physical affection too. But, as he did further investigations he noticed the differences you had between people or specific intentions. With Viktor you were much more intimate, in a way of out of patient/professionalism treatment. Your fingers rested longer through his locks and his own, as you’d often help message and stretch out his hands and fingers after a long day. Something that Viktor didn’t think was a needed thing. It’s hard for him to sleep without a message now. As his hands ache without the light love you give them before his rest.

He felt as if it was a foolish thing at first. Only noticing that his health and overall mood had changed for the better thanks to your existence. The way your hands were just, there. Every small touch lifting his heavy burdens and sleepless nights off his shoulders. 

The man was so embarrassed when he woke up in your arms, you had made a makeshift little bed out of a couple of chairs. cushions and blankets. His head was against your chest, hands on his head and back. The position had caused a light ache in his tailbone but he couldn’t complain and went back to sleep. 

(Hemindinger and Jayce had walked into you two napping, Hemindinger very content with what he was seeing and quietly giggling as he toddled off. Jayce would make fun of him of it later while Poro had actually stayed to get some sleep with you two.) 

JAYCE.

Question marks all the time. He just “???” with a titled head and a slightly puppy dog look everytime you ruffle his hair.

In all honestly, he was taken aback when you first started to show your affection and praise. Sure, he was used to being boasted about, but just randomly through the day like you do to him? It just makes him stand there as he watches you walk off.

He would ask Viktor about it, who would raise a brow at the man who was practically a mess as he paced the room. It was weird for anyone to be seeing the way he was reacting for the man he is. Especially for the man he is, no one doesn’t expect that he does get some physical affection.

When Hemindinger finally asked him, Jayce voiced about how he has had physical advances but not random and ‘cute’ little ones that you gave him. They were random and felt more meaningful then the intention of wanting something.

Jayce would wait everyday on the clock for you to come in and give him a light attention. It was something that started to get him through his day and made his imaginary tail wag for hours. And hey, if his day got bad you’d always know and randomly appear to help him. Hugs, head pats and back rubs— you’d give him the whole package whenever he needed it.

But like clockwork, you entered, drinks’ in hand and serving them to the boys with a complimentary head pat. However, Jayces’ was more of a ruffle, his eyes slightly closing as he smiled at the touch with a light ‘thanks.’

You’d usually leave right after this, but Jayce decided he’d hold you captive here for a little while, using the excuse that he needed a fresh pair of eyes. That was a total lie and Viktor knew that well, only deciding to keep quiet for Jayce’s ego.

If Mel was showing her interest in Jayce, you’d politely back off and stop with this. You sorta liked Jayce but if someone was more confident and possibly fit in a relationship with a man such as him, you would choose not to be a homewrecker.

Jayce was confused about your distancing though, wondering why you’d only show affection to others and stray away from him. If felt as if he was a disease or poisonous to you now.

Upon confronting you, he found out about everything you felt. Finding it a little heartbreaking to even think about ruining a possible relationship for him, even if he wanted to be in one with you. (Which you didn’t know nor did he voice.)

Characters Reacting to a Physically Affectionate Reader.

- Silco || Vander || Jayce || Viktor (x GN!Reader, Separately)

Characters Reacting To Meeting “The Zaunite Healer”/ A Mage.

- Silco || Vander || Jayce || Viktor || Marcus (x GN!Reader, Separately)

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Epiphyllum oxypetalum.

A planned multi-chapter, slow burn fanfiction with a expected gender neutral reader. Expected Romance, Angst, Drama, Horror and more. (A mix of lore of LoL and Arcane)

SNEAK PEAK:

“Zaun.

Piltover.

They fight and claw at each other like siblings. Their personalities are similar, horribly alike even. However, their appearance differs, and appearance has always been the number one of first impressions. Whilst Zaun is dirty, bitter- however dependent, and has some issues; it's the older sibling. With the empathize on the absolute misunderstanding of a being they are… Piltover is alike. But, it's the favored, clean, immature, yet gifted and smart. The standard younger sibling in those fairytales.

Crepusculum

Following the lines of a mage/magic based reader.

SNEAK PEAK:

“The entirety of Runeterras´ cities have a conflicting spar with magic, some who praise and wish to embrace it by those who visit and others who truly will ‘never’ want anything to do with it. Seeing it as some sort of unnatural thing, not even acceptable to be casted on their grounds… It makes it feel like a naturally born mage is a true sin upon society. Expected to be shunned or killed by their own blood. “

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SLASHERS. 

Michael Myers. “Gnaw.” 

The smell of wood had poisoned your nostrils, causing you to wake up with a rough start of coughs and an itchy nose. It took a while to get fully comfortable with yourself, only processing that you were in some weird- barn. (Coldwin Farm). 

Despite always believing you should never explore a place you don’t know, you allowed yourself to walk about. Your shoes shuffling against the ‘loud’ ground as your hands graze around, feeling as if your feet would give out from this tension building in your chest.

It was a feeling that resembled the hearing of bad news, where your throat tightened and your heart sunk to your stomach... The feeling becoming horridly venomous as you entered this field. The wheat scratching against parts of your skin and face 

That feeling pissed you off and made you pause to itch at your face with frustration, feeling like some sort of dog with a sudden itch to your ear. 

That comparison only fitting whilst you instinctively perk up at a noise. Your chin raising a bit as your head turned to the sound, just to get a better listen... It was a second of you glancing over your shoulder when you caught a glimpse of-... it. That being a pair of voids staring at you, contrasted by the pale face that was paired with it. 

Still not gathering that you were not- in fact in the ‘normal realm,’ you felt... anger bubble through your body. Boiling within moments of being put on heat as you turn, glaring at the mask. 

“What the hell are you staring at?” 

The snappy tone was louder then you expected. But you didn’t care. Your jaw clenching to a point you thought you would bare your teeth like an animal. The opposing person didn’t seem to react to your tone. At least that’s what you thought. 

Michael was truthfully taken aback by this scrawny humans tone to him... It made him feel as if he was being challenged to a fight of dominance. (Which he was.) And the way they just stood there, glaring at him with those violent eyes. 

It pissed him off. 

He took it upon himself to make the first move, his hand sweeping in the air to collide with their throat. His fingers sliding around it and lifting them into the air, showing their form off to the sun to get a better look of those animalistic eyes. 

Michael didn’t even know what was happening even as he watched their mouth open further, their chin slipping from his usual firm grip to lower and- 

bite. 

A muffled noise of agony left him as he dropped them, pulling his hand back to focus on his palm... His eyes widening to see what had happened to him.  

... Little shapes of teeth had marked his hand, the fangs of their teeth cutting into his skin a bit and causing him to bleed... The survivor bit him... They BIT him. They drew blood from it... They weren’t scared of being rough (aggressive to survive.)... 

The sight of his hand even slightly mangled made his breathing heave and his chest tighten as he frantically looks around for the little thing. This was excitement. This was the feeling he got when he got to play with his obsessions at the endgame. But it was even more intoxicating. Even more EXCITING. 

If he wasn’t the way he is, he would probably be manically laughing as he started chasing after those scratch marks. Chasing after his new favorite thing. You. 

Needless to say, even with being given different obsessions during trials with you, he’d make it a point to have a good chase during your trials. All the survivors noticed that he had grown something towards you as you run through the place with him on your tail. (As he got faster when doing chases with you.) They knew he could easily swing at your back and knock you to the ground in half of your chases, but he didn’t. 

They also noticed how heavy his breathing had gotten, he would always be louder the moment he started stalking you. That being your cue to get a head start and begin the long chase of cat and mouse... He hasn’t been able to get his hands on you since the day you met, as it feels as if his body is restricting him from doing so. Or your simply just too slippery for him to catch, he even becoming a little wary with how to reach out to you as he knows you won’t hesitate to bite... 

The day he gets his hands on you though.

Whether it be by luck or his own will power. Who knows what’ll happen... Michael has thought about it but oh, there is so many possibilities. So... so many... 

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Herman Carter. “Chills.” 

You’ve hated doctors since you were a child. They were creepy and all... pretty weird. At least in your experience. They just had that weird stuff going on with them, the big reason you stopped visiting any type of doctor when you actually had your own freedom to do so. 

That being said, it was completely understandable with the amount of fear you felt waking up in some sort of medical facility type of place. It made you feel disgusted to even wake up in one of the beds and you gave yourself a sort of pat down when you stood up.

You ended up encountering this random machine in a hall, it was slightly moving and sparking. Something was urging you to- fix (?) it. The fabric of your attire pulling to your palms as you reach into into the machine, turning your face away to avoid the sparks hitting your face as you turn some stuff around. 

You messed up more times then you’d like to count and it three of the nobs had started squeaking by the time you removed your hands to review the damage. The flesh being sore and sensitive and truthfully just unbearable as you tried to find a way to ease the pain.  

It was random when you were suddenly being chased by a glowy eyed creep.

Herman stumbled upon you by pure accident. He was actually on the hunt for that loud witch, as her screams of pain were getting a bit too annoying for his liking. As much as he enjoys putting others in pain, he doesn’t like their screams echoing through his halls and disorienting him of where they were exactly, and those stupid blue totems. 

Why was she even touching his totems anyway?! He spent a lot of time to get those precious things that makes sure he has a great run. After all he had moried one of them (David) and had another bleeding out on hook right now (Felix). 

Walking down a hall with another shock of his palm, a scream filled the air and he had turned the corner. Seeing the unfamiliar human experiencing his lovely shocks. And by the looks of it, they never experienced this before. Herman would’ve probably been able to get closer to his new specimen for a better look if he didn’t allow his laughter to come out and alert them. 

The chase was pretty fun. The sounds of those annoying and repeatable screams being covered and repainted by these new ones. He didn’t even notice the crows alerting him of the unhooking of Felix. Too enthralled by running this round about and charging up his shock to listen to the pitches of their screams. On how which velocity would change the pitch more then the other, or which one hurt them more as some have a high tolerance for his super charged shocks. 

But every single shock made a different noise. Nothing was the same. None of your screams were the same. It was amazing to the doctor. How one specimen could make so many noises and still sound different each ‘test.’ 

He finally allowed himself to catch up to you, cornering you to be able to tower over you. Allowing his eyes to scan over everything that he could pick from you and your tired person. Herman was needled to say very shocked (pun intended) when a force hit his chest. Light tingles of unfamiliar but familiar bolts being sent lightly through his chest. It made his back muscles tremble with a light laugh.

He got shocked by you, formed by the sleeves of your wool sweater. 

The chills that was sent through him made him feel weird. No survivor has ever tried to shock him, nonetheless make a little ‘defib’ with their own attire to try to make him back off. 

“Do it again.” 

He cackled down at the survivor. It was such a small feeling. But it felt like an after effect of lightning and thunder. The bolts of lightening that flashed through his body then screamed in thunder. He NEEDED to know how you did it. How a surviovr like yourself found such a easy mechanism to bring him in this odd state. How. How how. 

Felix and Mikaela had came to your rescue after they patched each other up at one of the blessed totems. They met to see you being corned by the Doctor, his large hand holding your wrists to force your hands against his chest. You looked like you were about to cry any second. 

Felix was luckily able to drop down a flashbang without the doctor noticing and drag you out the moment it blinded him. He was very greatful that Leon taught him how to make those things for moments like these. (Not like this really, as no one would expect the doctor to corner someone like that and not beat them down for a easy mori/hook.) --The three of you escaped with adrenaline rushing through you. The doctors shocks hitting the heels of your feet and making goosebumps shrill through your body. But neither of them stopped, nor let you go until you escaped. 

Needless to say, everyone learned that YOU needed to be kept away from the doctor around the third trial you had with him. You were thrown in with Dwight, Claudette, and David this time around. That creep was quick to shock everyone to get them insane before dropping into a chase with you... As Herman knew it’d get annoying if they kept ruining his moment of his high if they tried to take his hits (even though he calculated his swings to miss.) David tended to be the first to become sane again quite often during that trial though and suddenly swoop you out of the chase to a sharp turn or Dead Hard past the doctor. (...You were very apologetic when you could only watch David get moried by the doc...) 

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Frank Morrison. “Uppercut.” 

There was no second for you to process anything before you were being chased by this weird running and masked person. You were hurtling over windows and these- weirdly made pallets. This made you feel like a gazelle, jumping about as a hungry lion roared behind it. 

After running what felt like miles, seeing some unfamiliar faces peeking around some random places covered in blood and whatnot. You grew exhausted and jumped your last window with a heavy stumble. The chaser had taken a round route for some reason but it didn’t matter, as he was gonna get a good slash if you didn’t move...

Which, your instincts took over. 

Fight or flight.

You chose to fight. 

Your first swinging in an upward motion to connect to the quickly approaching jaw. 

Frank didn’t know what happened, nor did the other survivors. (Meg, Bill, Jill.) 

You had uppercut-ted the slasher and successfully knocked out the speedy devil. That seemed to had been the only power you had left in yourself too as you fell to the ground after him, back thrashing against the wood as you sharply gasp for breath. 

The survivors, despite being shocked knew it’d be best to get everyone out there as quickly as possible. As even if it knocked him out, it’d only leave him like that for so long... Who knows how angry he’ll be when he wakes up and processes what happens too. 

Jill was the one to be teamed up with you as the other two split up to work on a gen as well. The woman had said she would protect you as you gain your energy back (if possible) after that good chase. It was quite obvious you were struggling to even understand her as you were using the generator as a form of support as you catch your breath. 

-It was a good six, calm minutes before Frank woke up though and a familiar yell of BIll echoed through the field. Frank seemed to have been yelling too, screaming something along the lines of “GET OUT THE WAY OLD MAN,” “WHERE ARE THEY?!” Or - something like that... (It was totally something like that.) 

Of course was Frank was boiling from being knocked out (molly wopped) by someone in his long history of being a killer. Yes, people fought back but god damn no one ever hit him that hard and crushed his dreams so quickly. It honestly crushed his ego. (But he also thought it was really cool when he was able to calm down. Like?? God damn, hit him again- just not as hard so he can cherish the feeling.) 

Frank honestly talked about it to the others. Even if its generally embarrassing to be hit, but practically get your ass handed to by a new survivor, its something he can boast about. It just means it’ll be a fun thing to deal with for everyone. At least in his opinion (and many others.) As its always fun to actually have a fight with someone other then David or possibly Ash. 

...Frank kinda gets heart eyes with you though. Its cool to have someone that can stand up for themselves while being chased. 

. 

Danny Johnson. “Your It.” 

Would you really ever see yourself playing hide and seek with some murderer. No. Were you currently doing that right now? Yes. And you wren’t ashamed of it, as it was obvious he was having trouble pinpointing where you were. 

He got in chase with you a couple minutes of you waking up, it was an exciting one, he really loves moring new people. You had a cute face too, it’d be the main piece of his shrines. Danny had so many plans of the different photos he could get of you upon first meeting once he get his hands on you...

That was until you disappeared around a corner and he couldn’t find you anywhere. The crows weren’t being a big help either. As they’d call him around a corner and nothing was there. No scratch marks, no ruined totem, no survivor. No You. Nothing. So he stopped crouching and stalking around to actually just speed walk everywhere. His head on a swivel. 

Danny could practically feel his heart stop as arms wrapped around him, meeting a reflection of glass to see the figure he was hunting down. A sly smile painted on their lips as they also looked in the reflection. 

“Oh no, Mr. Ghostface... Don’t kill me, I want to be in the sequel.” 

Ah. No wonder you were messing with him... You knew who he was. And you obviously thought of something of him. (You obviously have some sort of.... never mind I’m not gonna point out the obvious >_>.) 

So, instead of being like the rest of when they first were thrown into a trial with a killer. Run away and survive. You wanted to actually play a game with him. Show him that you could get away from him as much as you want but also sneak up on him, a skill hes worked on for years of his life. In and out of this realm... You’re showing off. 

Good. 

He didn’t want his sudden liking to you to be for nothing and you end up being boring. 

Danny allowed you to have your fun with him in your arms, he could easily overpower you right now, even without the boost of the entity, But he didn’t. He wants to cherish this moment and mentally picture it whenever he wishes as solid as it is in this moment. 

“Then you better start running... I’ll even give you a head start,  sweetheart.” 

The star Ghostface had a lovely smile under that mask as you were quick to slip away. Taking your warmth with you and disappearing as easily as he does when hes stalking his victims. He knew you didn’t need a headstart, it’d just put him more of a disadvantage. But hey... He loves games. Especially with ones he now NEEDS photos of. 

(Ion think I gotta say much for this one. :D *dances away.*)

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LEON KENNEDY. 

Leon doesn’t entirely have room to talk half of the time, especially when it comes to you messing up during a chase. That’s mostly because of how loud he is (not like you can blame him though.) Yet, that’s far more different then just simply being clumsy. 

The first time it happened was when you caught chase with Huntress, she was closing in on you and it looked like you were gonna get a good slash to the back. That was when you tumbled over your feet and crashed into the ground without much thought to catch yourself. It caused a whiff, yet you in pain and Huntress kinda standing there. She honestly thought it was on purpose until she noticed how injured you got yourself. (The bunny mom felt bad about it and kinda pretended to hurt you then go off to hunt others.) 

With that being said, Leon was quick to lend a hand, lightly teasing you through the staggers. 

From there he noticed it wasn’t just- a random bad luck moment.

You fall everywhere, constantly. 

Trial after trial, Leon watched you just eat shit 24/7. Once while trying to vault, foot bumping against the window and causing you to face plant, legs awkwardly folded about as you frail to fall in a breathable position. 

Started calling you Bambi, which everyone also grew accustomed to calling you when they found out how horrible you are at doing stuff sometimes. 

It doesn’t mean you aren’t a helpful teammate! 

Goodness sake, if Leon noticed you starting to feel down from your natural clumsiness, he’d be there to cheer you up. Hugs and kisses, telling you he’s sorry and how much he truly loves you with the way you are. 

Overtime, despite how frustrating it got sometimes, you learned to just, relax. As you found it funny whenever you tripped and even caused a dog pile with the other survivors or even tripped the killer during chase with your clumsiness. 

(Leon will constantly be there to drop a flash bang moments before you fall, giving you enough time to dust yourself off and get to running again. <3)

(Also kisses your bruises. :)) 

QUENTIN SMITH. 

Quentin is a bit of a frail typa guy. He stumbles quite frequently but has never actually ‘ate shit’ just yet. 

He didn’t think anyone out of all the survivors was even that clumsy. Until you appeared. 

Upon first meeting, you fell for him. Both literally and figuratively, kinda caused you both to come out bruised more then needed during that trial but neither of you really cared. 

Well, you didn’t care.

Quentin was worried. 

Mf you’re falling every second, even at camp over the biggest or smallest things! How could he not be worried?! 

He literally witnessed you pop a gen, somehow break a locker then fail vaulting a pallet during a chase in one trial. Hell, that wasn’t even the worse of it when you kept bumping into stuff when you weren’t being chased.

Literally watched you bump into a tree and APOLOGIZE to it before kicking the stump and injuring your foot. 

Mr. Sleep Deprived is truly in love with you and down struck worried for your well-being 24/7. 

But, after your constant reassurance he grew accustomed to your clumsiness. You’re an amazing survivor and partner, and sharing kisses for one another injuries weren’t never not a thing after trials. 

Became a ritual. 

As you told him kissing your bruises will make all the pain go away. 

FRANK MORRISON. 

Man is so brutal to you.

You could be across the map and if he sees you falling his laughter will burn through the air, spreading like wildfire. 

The dude just finds how clumsy you are- hilarious. 

How could someone be so clumsy with their own body? He remembers when he pretended to be a survivor once, he was able to talk to you normally but damn. You blew up the gen you were working on hundreds of times before you gave up, hands aching as Frank cackled at you like some evil villain before disappearing to actually go hunt your friends. After all, they didn’t hear any of that? *He thought they were fine with ditching you for dead.* 

When you were being chased with him you, kinda- like... 

You ran straight into a tree is all that has to be said. 

It was a hard crash too, cheek sore as hell and started to bruised nicely after a couple of minutes. 

Frank found it funny. 

Never likes it when the other survivors laugh about it though. 

Will not hesitate to mori them the moment he can. 

No one gets to laugh at you except for him. That’s his only rule. 

AND NO ONE. 

Is allowed to patch up any of your clumsy injuries other then him.

Even with how much fun he has with you being a baby giraffe, he’ll take care of you if you had a bad fall. 

As a couple of the other killers started to create a game with your clumsiness. See who could bruise you up the most and whatnot. That pissed Frank off as well, had to have a ‘talk’ with some of them to back off. 

Never really understands the cues of you being upset sometimes when an accident happened so you might have to push your anger a bit during scenarios like that. May take sometime but,

he truly loves you. 

Very protective over you but, if he doesn’t need to he won’t catch or stop you from an accident. Frank will only ever do that if he knows it might cause a really bad injury. 

MICHAEL MYERS. 

Heavily confused the first couple of times. 

Kinda- just... Well watches. Confused. Altering into a slight worry and disappointment as his presence just kinda, made your clumsiness worse. 

He found himself catching you from a bad vault once, both of you silent in your positions as you thank him. He only noticed what he was doing was ‘kind’ and totally didn’t shove you over the vault. He didn’t need or want your thanks! (didn’t understand the feeling it gave him, it was overwhelming so don’t trash him on it too much.)

Michael will kinda play a game with you from time to time as you grew close. Sometimes, if he had bad trials and you were there he knew being able to scare you here and there will make him feel better. The little noises you make as you get startled before stumble-crawling away makes his heart buzz in ‘joy’? 

He doesn’t really know. 

He just knows he finds it fun to scare you but not to hurt you. Conflicting feelings for the confused slasher. 

Like, how. Yes? 

Will constantly be stalking from afar if he can to watch how and what you trip over of so he can be cautious of not to go near such things when hes in a chase with you. Not like he’ll catch and hurt you though, unless he’s trying to snatch you to force you into hatch. 

Or clean up that blood and grim on your face.

No need to be all dirty. 

When no one is looking he’ll also stop from a bad accident. David kinda saw that once, you were looking over your shoulder, about to crash into the exact locker he was in until the shape appeared. A hand firmly against your shoulder, a bit of a yelp there but nothing more as tension eased. 

When he heard Davids’ breathing he did a ‘slash’ at you before yanking the man out of the locker and using his loved ebony mori <3

Would go on a spree moring everyone because he hated the thought of them catching him being soft with his human love. 

Once everyone is dead he’ll go off to you, knowing you won’t take the hatch without his permission or without a bye from him. Even if your scared. 

Blood is splattered on him, but you didn’t mind as he gave you a medkit, insisting you wrap yourself up in front of him before leaving. (even if the entity heals you after trials he wants to make sure you are fine, it helps him feel better about his ‘episodes.’ Plus, he’d rather not know the entity didn’t heal you for punishment of Michael having favorites.) 

If you didn’t understand the medkit drop, he’d drop his knife and kinda man handle you to wrap you up himself. He has zero idea how it works but he’s watched survivors do it enough. He can do it too!

Even if it kinda hurt you appreciated his urgent care for making sure your okay. Making sure to give his hands a couple of kisses and seconds of holding your face before leaving the hatch, reassuring him.

SLASHERS

The Trapper | Evan MacMillan 

Evan has a cute connection with nature already. He knew a couple of the survivors could find a way around it too, but he never had one like you.

You were the new survivor that Frank had mentioned during a recent trial. He didn't think much of it, as he thought he’d only see you through a trial.

Well he was wrong.

He actually found you setting off all his traps in his realm. When you two stood, staring at each other for a couple of minutes. He noted the small little animals on your head and shoulders. The birds looking as if they were making a nest in your hair.

When you tried to make a run for it, he snatched you by the back of your shirt. Causing the animals to scatter as you tried your best to slip away. Evan wasn’t gonna allow you though. You messed with his traps, in his realm… and you were dirty.

…He forced you to bathe when he brought you to his home. Gave you some clothes he found and that was it. Did tell you not to mess with his stuff and— simple…

He may or may not have made a little hangout area for you and your animal friends beside his home though…Totally didn’t make little door entrances either for any wolves or Cubs.

He totally did.

As the animals seek for him and cuddle when your out on trial. A heap of warm fur always welcoming him.

You as well when you return.

He actually had grown a big crush on you after a week or so. So he gets flustered whenever you join the cuddle pile but doesn’t dare move… if the entity takes him out of a trial during a session he’ll definitely make it quick and show no mercy to return as quickly as possible.

The Shape/Michael Myers

Honestly? He's never been so confused in his life. He doesn't- have any specific relationship with animals of any type. He prefers to stay away from them half of the time. Even the crows get on his nerves.

So imagine him when he heard a unfamiliar voice. Going to check it out because he can. Then the pure- just- confusion his body held when he saw you. A new survivor just cuddled up with a wolf.

He didn't even know they were around these areas.

Why the hell was that thing even letting you near it? Regardless use it as a bed?!

Myers could only watch from behind a tree. He knew that thing wouldn't let him nearer so he kept his distance... He was growing curious though. The way you- sunk into the fur. Was it really that comfortable?

As time passed he eventually figured out you had some sort of ability with animals. It didn't seem like you could command them to attack (they do it themselves) but just had a companionship with them.

When he was finally caught by you. He was ready to walk away as he physically cannot do anything to you without severe consequences. (He wanted to kill you because he didn't like you catching him actually being curious btw)

He didn't expect you to call out to him. He thought you were dumb too for even approaching him with a little squirrel on the top of your head.

Over time he- didn't care(?). He finds it annoying that the crows go quiet during trials with you though. Even when it's other survivors if you're in the trial they don't dare to move unless he's on his way. That being said he’ll highly tunnel you and get you sacrificed as quickly as possible. (Both because he's grown to have a soft spot for you and doesn't want to be inconvenienced. Especially in specific trials when the survivors decide to go play with the crows more than survive.)

Makes it up with a hug you ask nicely.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

So envious of you.

He's a calm spirit at times (odd to say with his special abilities but trust me.)

So when he encounters you in his realm for the first time. He was ready to escort you out. Until he noticed you were meditating. A variant of these magnificent birds relaxing on your limbs and perched on stacked pebbles. One's which he could safely believe you managed to tower.

It was a nice to see.

Kazan wouldn't dare disturb you either, going off to do his daily duties as normal. He would try to sneak up a bit sometimes though, (will crawl if he really needed to) just to study you. The birds did get off his location after he staggered a bit too close; causing them to scream at him and for him to collapse face first. His heavy armor clattering with the fall.

The two of you stayed still for a couple of minutes before you carefully approached him. He is much larger than you so even your lending hand wouldn't help. But he accepted the act without much hesitation or rudeness.

From there, he got to ask you questions. There was a language barrier between the two of you at first. So he wrote his questions down instead where you would get help from the other survivors to translate then answer.

Is honestly super excited when you cover him in critters. Gets all jittery and makes small noises. One's which you could only describe as a purr(?)

Will constantly try to catch small frogs or animals around his realm to ask you about them. Then shares the facts with Spirit.

SURVIVORS

Ash(ley) J. Williams

Confused and impressed.

Doesn't really know what to think about it other then, oh neat. That's really cool.

If your are able to show him a wolf or a bear up close then that's when he gets pretty enthusiastic. Will joke about wanting to wrestle the animals— but isn't actually joking because you catch him doing such things minutes later.

Man's isn't scared to be mauled.

That you respected a bit. But that was also just a death wish in your mind.

The animals seemed to enjoy it though, so you couldn't stop him half of the time and ruin all the fun.

Ash is the guy to force anyone into a literal dog pile if possible. So expect being crushed or at least thrown on top of one from time to time.

Bill 'William' Overbeck

He thought he managed to get a special cigarette when he saw a stranger rubbing the belly of a damn bear.

When he knew he wasn't high he just believed he finally turned crazy. As you, the newbie was just petting the belly of a grizzly and the cubs were just casually clinging to your limbs.

Bill wouldn't say anything for a good time.

It wasn't his business unless it became his business.

He is a dog type of man, so if you bring a bunch of little wolf cubs he’d probably melt. He wouldn't mind falling asleep against a tree with th cubs in arms either.

You can catch him baby talking the canines too.

Will help you and the parents raise them. Both of you generally becoming grandparents to the wolves.

Jake Park

Forest man is severely jealous.

He was known to be able to at least hold a calm exterior with the crows of the realm. Which he was enjoying having. As no one else was able to do it.

Until you came along and birds, foxes, and even bigger mammals started coming around to visit you at camp.

Everyone has their own opinions on your ability but are always in awe of it.

Whenever someone would compliment you, Jake would roll his eyes and scoff. Simply stomping away like a baby. You couldn't blame him though. He was here first- and had a way with the birds before you did.

After a couple of hard weeks, he noticed you stopped bringing the animals back to camp. Only going out to them instead... He was told by Kate that you felt bad for making him feel ‘normal.’

Which made him feel bad.

He did his best to show you he wasn't mad or frustrated with you. Simply just jealous he didn't have a spirit like your own.

...Would eventually ask you to teach him your ways or at least about your fuzzy friends.