Hooked on lovin'! (Dead By Daylight x reader)

Nemesis ~ Blind

(Long story short, the reader is blind in this fic!)

Your fingers slid across the white bumpy page of your book with impressive speed.
You enjoyed reading alone in the forest.
Even if reading meant just having a lot of patience, and tired fingers.
And in the forest meant getting lost.
A lot.

Someone was always sent out to find you in about an hour of your disappearance. You just enjoyed more time alone than in the company of others. You knew it was safer to stick together, but you didn't like it as much.
Being alone with a book was enough.

The Entity and their killers didn't make your life any easier. Blind or seeing, they treated you all the same.
Back in the day you wouldn't ask for anything else, but this was the sort of treatment you didn't want to share.
Noone wanted this.
The sadistic killers were ruthless, and often targeted you specificaly, just because it was fun to see you stagger around, trying not to hit a wall, after they sliced your flesh.
It felt like every time, it was someone new, picking at you.

Your teammates were of course really helpful, with one called Jeff, always helping you as much as possible.
He even let you touch his face. He had a nice thick beard.

You chuckled to yourself as you read stuff in the book noone else could read.

The chuckle.
A sound.
A sound he heard in the forest.
Nemesis, a terrifying new pet for the Entity was just getting used to his new lands.
The Entity promised him S.T.A.R.S. and so he went willingly. He'd kill every single one of them. Over and over and over again.
The chuckle in the forest. It dragged him inside. He breathed in heavily, all the black shrink foil stretching on his massive chest.
He started marching inside, his heavy boots shaking the small branches and rocks around his every step.
And he found the source of the sweet sound.
A survivor.
They were just sitting under a tree, their hands on some papers.

They didn't spot him yet.
They also didn't belong in S.T.A.R.S.
So he shouldn't care. He shouldn't.
But he was interested.
Maybe he just needed an aperetive. Maybe just hold their tiny skull in his hands and crush it, until it pops open, spilling all of the bloody brain over his hands.
Maybe.

You heard footsteps nearby you.
"Jeff? Jeff is that you? I'm here" You lift your hand up, looking towards the way the footsteps came from.
You didn't get an answer... but you could promise someone was there.

The survivor wasn't scared. It. It just wasn't. There is no way they couldn't have seen Nemesis.
They were looking straight at him.
Nemesis opened his long toothed mouth, some of the flesh around his face popping with dissagreement.
He let out an extremly deep, grumble. It usualy scared anyone.
But not them.
They were still just looking Nemesis' way, as if looking through him.

"If someone is there, we haven't met yet" You shot a polite smile into the darkness.
"Please come closer, I won't hurt you" You spoke clearly and politely. You didn't want to make a first bad impression.

The Nemesis felt like... stunned.
At first he felt offended. That you weren't scared of him, or that you were even so bold pretending not to be scared of him.

But then on the other hand it felt nice. Human.
It felt human.
You didn't scream, you didn't stare at his monstrously disfigured face.
You just looked through him.

He inhaled the cold forest wind, and aproached you. He stood at your side. You followed the footsteps by your best abilities.
You felt as if it was quite impolite of the person to not speak back.
"Sorry if I stare too much... I can't see, I'm blind" You politely smiled at his boots, moving your hand in front of your face.

So a blind survivor.
How does one like that even survive out here.
Nemesis crouched down, almost to the eye level of the survivor, studying their features. Flashes and ideas of their crushed head flew through his rotten brain, but they didn't feel right.
No.
He could imagine anyone else.
Anyone else's head crunched up to pieces, with eyeballs popping out and fractures of skull bone on their shoulders, but not this one.

"Excuse me, it it possible that you're mute?" You asked, getting the Nemesis' attention again.
"If you are, and I find it quite funny, could you... make a sound? Give me two knocks if I'm right"
The Nemesis waited for a bit before stretching out his large arm, all of the shrink foil squeaking at his movement.
He knocked on the tree behind you.
Nemesis wasn't mute, but he didn't want to scare you for the first of your meeting. Surprising as it is.
"Really? Man, that is a find. A blind survivor and a mute survivor, we should put that together!" You said, stretching your hand foward and laying it on their... shoulder? You weren't really sure.
The survivor was very large, probably had a lot of muscle.

They touched him.
The survivor laid their warm hand on his chest.
It's been so long. All that he ever felt were cold bullets and blood spill on his body.
Needles entering his flesh and shrink foil around his skin. All he ever really knew.
And now. A touch.
It was ever so gentle.
He subcontiously brough his own, shovel-sized hand up, meaning to lay it on yours, before it was quickly retracted.
"Are you new here?" You asked a fresh question.
Nemesis sighed and raised his hand, knocking on the tree two times.
"Oh, have you been at the campfire already?" You asked, a rather eager smile on your face.

Nemesis looked to the side, seeing the survivors campsite not far away. He has not visited the place yet.
One knock came in.
"Oh, do you know where it is?" You asked yet another question. You recieved two knocks now.
You proceeded to ask if the killer could lead you there, and he agreed.

You got up, grabing onto nemesis' forearm, making him twitch a little. There it is again, your gentle touch. He proudly led you through the woods as you were hooked on his arm. It felt good.
Better than having survivors hooked on meat hooks.
Here and there you'd stumble or trip, but he would not allow to let you fall.
You ended up getting led all the way towards the campfire, being let go as soon as the light reached you.
You could sort of see it, so you'd be fine your own.

"You're not coming?" You asked, turning around and looking through the killer.
He thought for a small bit before stomping his foot once. It made a rather loud *dun*.
"It's fine. Come whenever, but I want to meet you more, partner" You smiled, giving him a wave, before blindly walking back to the campfire.

From that night on, your relationship only spread.
Nemesis only let you "see" him out of your survivor camp, because he was aware the others would be a problem. A nuisance between you two.
He loved that crystal clear inocence you wore. You didn't know what beast you had before you. You were not aware of the dangers you faced.
Anytime you touched him, he felt his rough exterior shed like a disease, and he wanted to show you that he meant no harm. To you at least.
In trials, if you two were put against each other, he made sure you wouldn't meet him at all. He'd hate for you to know the truth..

One day though, one day.

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