Toci's dbd

You peered out of the doorway, met with the faint sound of the demonic rhythm that hinted toward his approach, your ears heard this ballad before, you connected the sound to who you'd only ever defined as the Demon of the Fog, the Oni. Carefully turning your head to the right to look down the dim hallway that beckonked you to approach, you stepped out of the doorway. Staring cautiously as you edged forward, your unbroken glance to the right was interrupted by a staggering red-head falling out of a doorway down the long hallway straight ahead of you. You stepped back for a second, clutching the splintering doorway, you swallowed softly, the gen you were working on hummed pathetically behind you as the hex:ruin made little effort to snatch the work you had put into it.

You glanced back to the gen briefly before being interrupted once more, faint crying and increased noise from the Oni's approach, your ears misguided you, beliveing the sound was coming from the stairway to your left. You believed it was better to make the sprint ahead to the long hallway afront of you, you stepped out ready to break into sprint as you froze, your direction shot to the right once more as a figure broke the still hallway, a crying, panting, interruption to this piece, one of which had a gouged hook hole within his shoulder, you hesitated, standing as he desperately ran toward you. Dwight... on his second hook and, easily being tracked by the blood he left behind for the demon.

The monstrous yell from the silence pained your ears as the Oni broke into his blood fury, just out of sight around the corner. Dwight was halfway through the hall, you knew you'd have to take a hit or dwindle the attention, if for just a moment, for your poorly team mate to at least heal... to stop feeding the beast.

You stood your ground, your weary teammate ran by you, clutching his shoulder, his sobs faded as he disappeared down the stairs, replacing his sobs came the grunt of a charge. One of which had yet to round the corner, understandbly you knew you'd have to take this hook for your teammate, you waited, if only to allow the beast to see you for a second before kicking rubble and running down the longhallway now to your right as you faced where the demon would charge from.

The red stained tiles glistened before his approach around the corner, you were given little time to react as he rounded the corner, kanabo drawn backward across his shoulder, with a firm grip.

Yet you stood your ground.. your leg slightly bounced in adrenaline to run, yet you couldn't move.. frozen with fear, yet still overtaken by the sense of protection for your teammate. Time felt as though it slowed down as the demon edged closer and closer in his charge, you did nothing but keep eye contact on the flared red orbs that was seeking blood.

You balled your fist and clentched your jaw, your leg calmed slightly from its anxious bounce as he neared...

You stared from under your brow, locking onto the orbs you couldn't look away from..

A sharp inhale grazed your mouth as he lowered his kanabo on approach, you straighted your posture from the defensive position you held, confused to a point.. as he slowed from his dashed pace, taking a rough step toward you..making the tiles underneath his step crumble. You stared, unbreaking.

He stared down at you, towering over your straightened posture. Your team mates blood littered the tiles beneath your feet and to the stairs, to which the demon acknowleged silently. He stared as though briefly examining you, though this was not to last.

He stepped forward, almost tilting your head the full way to look up to him, you clutched your fist awaiting for a blow to the skull, another obstacle in his way to his original kill he was longing for within the trial.

You stepped back and he met your movement, stepping forward once more, you were blocking his entry to the stairway. You stepped once more and once again he mimicked this, you amused him.

Eventually you stepped just enough for him to get by to begin his descent down the stairs, he glanced at you once more as he passed you, all you could truly do was lock the eye contact you kept hesitantly during the final steps he took toward you.

And like that, he was gone, under the breakway of the stairs and onward toward the original target he had focused.

At most, for now.. in this situation all you could do was shake it off, forget about it, surely Dwight was the obsession, causing his lack of care for yourself.. You were thinking too much of it..