MAKE IT OUT ALIVE - dead by daylight x reader

Restless Memories - ex boyfriend! trickster / reader / jake park FINAL

TW:
misogyny, stalking, obsessive behavior, blatant manipulation, mind games, unreliable narrator, lying, borderline personalities, murder, DUB CON, cucking, masturbation, violent death, fatphobia, SNUFF, degradation, choking, suffocation, slapping, idk is this not enough for you..... not for the faint of heart

the song is very fitting to the scenario here! listen
for a creepier affect, if you'd like :)

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10:34 PM
You: Hey, I just finished the last show
You: I spoke to my manager about another trip to Cali
You: She said I can, I'm going to see you somehow
You: I'll be there this Saturday

My fingernails, brandishing a thin coat of black paint due to the newbie makeup artists' desire to make this look the 'flashiest I've had yet', tapped against my dimly lit phone screen quietly—the short pauses taken and frequent deletion of words reflecting my desire for my point and plan to be concise, specific.

While I had no complaints towards the unique attempt at flashiness—as anything to compliment another flawless performance I put on display was fine by me so long as it didn't exceed past gaudiness to pure distraction—I still wasn't necessarily keen on the paint and intended to remove it as soon as possible. My nails were neatly manicured prior to this show, and the black worked as a jarring distraction from the neatness and gave an edge to my casual, charming everyday look. I almost resembled a delinquent--a 'bad' boy, and while for a few songs this may be an interesting touch, it didn't sell me, and I was already contemplating how to smear Sarang's hard work off later.

Sarang, a filler MUA that stepped up after the last one quit for a reason that eludes me, was a boring woman. The in-bed-by-eight type, bookwormy and introverted type. Everything down to her style, her talents—they were all flavorless and plain. In a way, this worked as a reminder to (Name). They were both dull girls, after all.

To compare the two on a major scale would be an injustice to (Name) though. Sarang had several qualities.. Flaws, that made her obnoxious and extremely difficult to be around. I found myself predicting each word she would say in a sentence as she said it--she was too predictable and so fucking boring. I knew what it all was, and it felt like a punishment for being God. You can't enjoy the company of helpless, pitiful souls when you pave their destiny in a whim.

But you can accept attention you deserve. So I'd let her longing gaze linger, and flirtatious hands play coy. I knew she would soak up every performance I did with starving eyes, and I knew that every word from my lips was a symphony to behold in her eyes. It's flattering, sure, but I'm a taken man after all.

Her flirtatious advances and admiration were expected, sure. I anticipated them from the likes of her, a fan.. But yet, I felt almost repulsed when I thought about how hard she was really trying just to get something out of me. The hot-shit attitude she boasted around, flaunting about as if she was special or meant anything to me at all. It was almost hilarious, in a way, to think that she actually believed she had a chance with me, of all people.

I had half a mind to tell her upfront that she was vile one night, after I'd just completed my last song of the night and sauntered off the stage—I wanted to tell her I found her disgusting and express how replaceable she was as an artist, how forgettable she was as a person--but I restrained myself with the promise of getting rid of the bug eventually, and instead I gave her pity she didn't deserve.

I sympathetically forced myself to bask in her admiration for longer than I ever did--for her sake, because she was a doting fan and I was the super star she crushed on. I needed to do this to be good, and if (Name) thought I was so terrible maybe this could at least show one person my true nature.