My Little Muse...
I'm resurrecting my blog god damn it. I've been obsessing over DBD (especially the killers). I decided to start with one of my favorite people's favorite killers as a comfort... But be ready for smut >:)
Word Count: 1.4k
Content warning: Jake is a dick, no it is not canon 100 percent, mentions of death, murder, blood, it's based off of a horror game.
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The generator sparks a few times, showing promise. You can hear Dwight let out a sigh of relief.
“How many are left? Two?”
Before you can answer, Jake does. “Something like that. I think Meg is still-”
All at once, your fingers slip on the wire and the generator gives that loud bang that alerts everyone in the swamp.
Jake instantly turns to you, yelling loudly. “What the fuck, Y/N?!”
“I-I didn’t-”
“You just lead that damn killer this way! Are you stupid?! You better fucking take chase so the rest of us can get out!”
“Hey!” Dwight is quick to growl at Jake and his explosive attitude. “Calm down, we all mess up the generators from time to time.. Oh shit, quiet!”
Your body shakes as you crouch, slowly walking with Dwight. It doesn’t take long for you to see the killer of today’s trial. The Oni, Kazan Yamaoka, stands with his back to you. Behind his broad shoulders, his long, white hair blows behind him. In a way, a very terrifying way, it’s beautiful.
“Y/N, stay quiet..” Dwight reaches towards you, gently grabbing your hand to comfort you. “Get to another generator, I’ll take chase.”
“What?!” You hiss at him. “Dwight, you’re a smart man, don’t do something so stupid! Oni is ruthless!”
“You’re better at the generators, and I’ve been in these trials since the start.. Let me deal with him.” He smiles kindly at you, as he always does. Even at the campfire, he’s the first survivor to smile at you like that. “Go. I’ll see you when this is over, okay?”
He doesn’t give you time to argue, and he instead gets up from where he’s crouched. He flashes his flashlight at Oni, catching the killer’s attention. Dwight’s eyes widen and he takes off in a sprint.
You swear the ground even shakes with fear as Oni runs by your hiding spot. When the heartbeat in your ears calms down, you stand up and start to walk towards the next generator.
It takes everything in you to ignore the blood curdling scream that you hear.
You hit your knees as soon as you get to the generator. Luckily for you, this had already been worked on. Ignoring the splash of blood across the metal, you rip open the flap that holds the wires.
Your hands tremble as you grab two wires. No no.. don’t listen don’t listen.. I can’t let Jake’s dumbass get in my head.. All four of us will get out.. We will we.. we..
Tears form in your eyes as the generator starts to roar to life. Somewhere in the distance, another scream is heard, along with the all too familiar rumble of the entity claiming someone else.
The generator turns on, flashing a bright light as the alarm goes off, signaling that the exit gate can be opened. However, you just sink to the ground. Finally, the tears you were holding back start to drip down your face. One turns into two, which turns into waterfalls cascading down your cheeks.
You don’t even bother to move when your heart starts to pound.
You can hear heavy breathing directly behind you, even hear the soft dripping of blood as it falls from him and onto the grass below.
Despite your trembling, you turn your head up and meet his glowing red eyes from behind his mask. The burgundy mask only serves to make his eyes that much more intimidating.
However, all he does is stand in front of you, staring. He doesn’t even lift his sword.
What is he doing?
There’s no point in running, no point in fighting. He will catch you, and there’s no doubt that he will win. You do the only logical thing you can do in this situation. More tears stream down and you find yourself bowing, hoping that he’ll hook you quickly and get it over with.
However, it never comes. The Oni lifts his blade and places it back in his sheathe.
“..Sit up.” His voice is ragged, tired even. You quickly follow his instructions, sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes.
His large hand comes down, gently wiping a tear from your face. “I did not cause this.. Who?”
“..You can talk?”
If you didn’t think you were crazy before, you certainly are now because you swear he chuckles at your stupid question. “Of course.. But most of the time I am.. Working. Now, why the tears?”
“I.. It’s stupid. Why aren’t you putting me on a hook?”
“Would you like me to do that? I’m sure it hurts.”
“No! No I.. you just.. Are you showing mercy?”
“You ask a lot of questions to a killer..”
“..right.. One of the other survivors got mad at me for screwing up a generator. I did it one time! I’ve covered his ass in so many trials and it just.. Well it isn’t a good time for me either..”
He clears his throat a bit and hums. “Yes I could uh.. Smell that.”
Your face instantly goes hot in embarrassment. “E-excuse me?! You could smell it?!”
“..My entire thing is going into a blood fury.. Do you assume I can’t smell a woman’s menstrual cycle?”
Somehow, your face goes even hotter. “..Okay you might have a point..”
“Besides, I used to be considered human. I’ve been around women, and there are little things you do to hint when you’re on your cycle. The random crying doesn’t help your case.”
“It wasn’t random! Jake was being an ass and I’m tired of it! ..I’m just.. Tired.”
“..I understand. The entity is ruthless, but at least dying in a trial doesn’t mean staying dead. You’ll see your friends at your campfire.”
“I guess so.. So,” you stand up now, sighing, “I guess time is up? Go ahead and hook me.. I can’t outrun you anyways.”
He sighs, now bending down a bit to pick you up bridal style. You gasp, but don’t fight. In fact, you find yourself leaning into his broad chest. The warmth that radiates from his body soothes your aches and pains, and brings comfort to your exhausted mind.
“..Don’t get too comfortable. We’re almost to the hatch.”
“Hatch?! You’re.. Why are you letting me leave?”
He hums, not looking at you as he walks. “Your day has been enough hell. A hook on you won’t make me feel good anyways.”
“Do.. do all of the killers have that same mindset?”
“Not at all, but most of us certainly have our favorites out of you survivors. Now, whether that means they get mercy or even more brutality is dependent on the killer.”
“..Does this mean I’m your favorite, Oni?”
He snorts a bit. “I certainly enjoyed slicing your friends.. Especially the one who made you cry. He died by my hand this trial.”
Your eyes widen. “So.. you knew?”
“I had my eye on you the entire time, little prey. You just didn’t know it.”
“B-but.. How?”
“I chased you in the start and let you stun me with that pallet. After that, you were oblivious to my terror radius for some time. It gave me plenty of time to chase down that other girl and then find you.”
You sink back into his hold, pondering his words. “That’s.. Incredible.. And terrifying.”
“Good. It should be. Now,” he gently sets you on your feet, motioning to the open hatch, “get out of here. Go make sure your friends are back to the campfire.”
“..Thank you, Oni.” You smile at him, feeling a bit lighter than you have all day.
“..Please, call me Kazan.. When it’s just us, of course.”
You nod. “Okay, Kazan. Thank you.” You finally sit down, ready to push yourself into the hatch when he speaks again.
“Oh, little prey, one last thing.” When you look up, you’re shocked to see him removing his mask. HIs eyes glow that crimson color still, but it seems a touch more dull against his skin color. He grins, revealing his sharp canines and almost scarily perfect smile.
“Do keep this a secret.. I’d hate for my favorite prey to become someone else’s muse..”
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