#poor dwight

Dwight hated the Lery's Memorial Institute with a passion. The place always set the already nervous man close to the edge of a panic attack. Whether it was the lack of spaces to hide or the haunting screams of people that truly aren't there, it unnerved him more than it should. It was no surprise that when the male woke up in the place, his first instinct was to run. However, he didn't do that. There were people who needed him. His friends - no, they were family at this point - needed his contribution if they all wanted to get out of this alive.

Clutching the handle of the rusted toolbox he brought like a lifeline, Dwight looked around to see if anyone was around him. He couldn't see anyone's aura and he sighed quietly. Of course, no one was near him. No one burned an offering and he knew the Entity wouldn't be nice enough to let them near each other.

The charcoal haired man made his way through the halls, footsteps echoing through the empty space. He kept his eyes open for the auras of the others, trying to find someone to stick near. It always calmed him down when he was with someone, knowing that at least one of his friends was safe. Passing a few hooks that were a little too close together for his comfort, Dwight couldn't help the small glare he sent towards the metal. Too many times his friends and himself were hung up there at the Entity's mercy. He'd have to ask Jake to teach him how to break them like he does. He always managed to sabotage every hook in the trials he was in.

As he crouched being a wall, he peeked around the corner in an attempt to spot whatever lunatic they were facing. It was always a guessing game with trials. The killers tended to play in the other's realms and it really messed with the survivors. Sometimes, they were placed with killers on their own territory. Most of the time, though, it wasn't that way. It wasn't odd for them to face the Huntress on the Wraith's territory or vice versa. Luckily for them, each killer had their own little giveaway.

It wasn't the pig. He hadn't seen any of her little boxes. The Hillbilly and Leatherface were out, he didn't hear any chainsaws. There were no bear traps around so Trapper was out and he hadn't heard the Huntress' humming or the Nurse's screeching. So, that narrowed the list down at least. Dwight hoped it was the Wraith. He wasn't that bad to fight and they escaped most of his matches with everyone alive. Most.

When he deemed it clear, he slowly walked down the hall while crouching the entire time. He spotted the familiar red of a generator wedged between a wall and a bed. There was only room for one person on it and Dwight knew that when the entity wanted one person on a generator they made it so. He couldn't move the bed, it was as if it was bolted in place.

Settling himself on a knee in front of the machine, Dwight looked into the mess of wires he'd have to fix. He exhaled slowly to steady his shaking hands. Then, he set his toolbox down and pulled some tools out before sticking his hands into the machine. Dwight began to connect wires with practiced ease. Never in his life had Dwight thought he'd be able to fix a generator by himself, but it was a matter of life or death here and he quickly learned what to do in order to survive.

The generator was about halfway done when he heard the sirens of another generator go off somewhere in the distance. The others must have been working together on one, or someone brought a brand new part. Either were completely possible. When he was about three-fourths done with his generator, he heard Feng scream. Her scream was closer than he anticipated and he jumped, connecting the wrong wire and causing the machine to explode and rain down a shower of sparks onto him. He shielded his eyes and looked behind him, seeing Feng's aura looping the killer. She didn't seem to be injured, but she still screamed.

It had to be the doctor, there was no way she'd be screaming if it wasn't. Turning back to the generator, he ignored her screams for now, determined to help his friends. He heard her scream again, but it was louder, more pained. He was almost done, he just had a few more wires to go. Dwight connected the last wire and bolted away when he heard the sirens blare from the newly powered generator.

Dwight was desperate to know if Feng was okay. He didn't have to wonder for long. His answer came when he saw her aura. She was hooked. He slowed himself to a walk because he knew the killer could see some sort of marks if he ran. Then, the survivor crouched once more as he slowly made his way over to where Feng was. The doctor was right in front of her, tilting his head curiously at her before he smacked her with his spiked weapon again. She whimpered in pain before looking around to see if anyone was there. Her wandering gaze stopped when she spotted Dwight. The man saw a small apologetic glint in her eye before she pointed to Dwight and the Doctor followed her finger, spotting Dwight's almost hidden form.

He heard the killer's footsteps nearing him. His heartbeat grew louder and faster in his head. Feng was always one to give away a teammate just to save herself and Dwight couldn't help the acidic glare he sent to her before he got up and ran. He saw the static build around his body before the shock went through him. His muscles tightened and he gripped his head, a scream forcing it's way out of his throat as the doctor laughed.

Vaulting himself through a window, the doctor shocked him again and tore another scream from Dwight. Small images of the doctor's face danced around his vision as he received another shock. The laughter echoed through his mind and it unhinged the man even more. He felt himself losing his grip on sanity when another blast tore through his body.

Hunching himself forward to escape the hallucinations that were appearing much more rapidly, Dwight felt the weapon connect with his back. The attack sent a surge of pain through his body. He screamed once more before stopping briefly between a pallet. The doctor kept charging at him, the sick look of glee still twisting his face. Dwight threw the pallet down to stun the doctor before sprinting into another room and hiding in a locker.

The sound of breaking wood filled the air. Soon enough, the Doctor ran through the room and angrily searching for Dwight. The killer got dangerously close to the locker he was in. Luckily, the doctor ignored it and went out of the room. The nervous survivor didn't leave the space until the heartbeat dissipated and he was certain he was safe. Seeing an aura run up to him, Dwight tensed and awaited something to come and take him.

Luckily, that didn't happen. Detective Tapp turned the corner and spotted Dwight's hunched figure in the corner, shaking as tears streamed down his face. He was injured, holding his head and curled in on himself, mumbling nonsense. It was then that Tapp knew the doctor had hit him hard. Cautiously stepping closer to the panicking man, the detective looked him over.

"Dwight? Dwight, are you okay?"

He held his hand out, causing Dwight to flinch and try to push himself further into the corner. He looked up and screamed. He didn't see Tapp. No, the hallucinations made him see the doctor reaching out to him with his weapon. He braced himself for a hit that never came. Tapp's comforting words brought with them a startling clarity. The visions slowly began to fade away. He blinked twice once his sanity was restored and finally saw Tapp.

"T-Tapp? Thank god I thought you w-were the doctor."

He sniffled then tensed when he saw another apparition behind Tapp. But, the other didn't seem to be bothered so he figured it must have been an illusion. The detective shook his head as he kneeled next to the smaller man with a medkit in his hands. He gently pulled Dwight from the wall to inspect his back. The wounds were bleeding and it looked like it hurt, but it wasn't the worst it could be, thankfully.

"Meg pulled Feng from the hook. Stay here son, I'll help you."

His voice was calm and steady, which helped ease Dwight just a little. He began to clean the wounds while shushing Dwight when he'd whimper from the sting of the antiseptic. Tapp wrapped a bandage around his chest tight enough so it wouldn't slip but it was still comfortable. Then, he eased Dwight back into the corner so he could grab the wounded man's chin and study his face. Panic and hysteria were clearly written in his eyes and his lips were bleeding from the rough biting he was doing subconsciously.

"Son, you have to snap out of it. I'm here. That shitbag doctor isn't gonna get you. David would kick his ass and then lord help him when Jake gets ahold of him."

Dwight began to shake as he felt a new wave of tears roll down his face. Tapp was just so caring. He was like the father Dwight always wanted. He launched himself at the older survivor and clung to his shirt, sobbing heavily into his shoulder. The detective was stunned at the sudden contact but snapped himself from the momentary stillness to rub Dwight's back. After he seemed to calm down some, Tapp pulled him back and ruffled his hair.

"You okay now?"

Dwight nodded and wiped his eyes while giving the man an uneasy smile. He was glad to have a friend like Tapp. The sudden siren of two generators being done made Dwight look up.

"W-We should probably go and fix the rest."

Tapp nodded and pushed himself off of the ground and offered his hand to Dwight. He pulled the scrawnier man off of the ground with little effort. Then, he led him to a generator.

"Dwight, how did he get you so easily? You're almost always hidden from them. Albeit, you're mainly in lockers, but still."

Dwight felt the red go into his cheeks when Tapp mentioned his tactics, but he rubbed his neck, feeling anger bubble into his throat.

"Feng. She was on the hook and pointed the doctor to me."

The two found a generator and began to work on it.

"Doctor chased me, got me going crazy. I stunned him with a pallet and escaped. That's when you found me"