Dead by Daylight x Male Reader Oneshots

Killer! Quentin Smith x Male Reader

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I looked at David, a little laugh leaving me. He's been a really good friend since the beginning, I guess you could say. Since he left us for a better life if that's the right term for it.

I walked along with David, leaning on him while holding his hand. Yeah, David and I are practically dating but I don't want to rush into things and David said that's completely fine. I also really hate it when people make sexual or snide comments about me. David, surprisingly, doesn't do that. He makes me feel better than I could ever ask him to make me feel. Everyone was whispering about the "new" killer. He isn't new. He's just a fucking traitor who doesn't understand that you can't be friends with the people you're trying to kill.

I understand that they're forced to do it but he wasn't. He didn't have to leave all of us just to be a killer but he did and now he has to man up and take responsibility for his actions. They teach second graders that one so why can't he learn that it's his fault he is the way he is now?

I looked up at David, slightly surprised to see him staring down at me with a look of worry, "Are you okay?" He asked softly. I nodded in response, not worrying myself about it. "Yeah. I'm perfectly fine. I've been thinking of the past a lot more lately." I muttered out as I let go of his hand.

"How...?" David seemed confused as he stared at something. I looked up at him, confused. "What's wrong?" I muttered out to him softly. "Well, we've ended up at a place where it seems the trees have stopped?" I looked up and clear as day was a barrier-like thing that blocked all of us from each other. "Maybe that's where the killers are?" I looked up at David.

"Yeah probably. If it is then we probably shouldn't bother them." I turned around to walk back but David wanted to see if it did lead to the killers. Wouldn't we die if the killers killed us in their realms? "What if it kills us? Then we'll be meeting our creators." I said our creators because I don't know what would be polite to say half the time. I let out a sigh, slowly leaning on David.

He grabbed my hand, a smile on his face as he pulled me through something. I don't know what to call it. I'd never been through something like that before. It felt great though.

David held my hand more tightly as we came upon a certain building that struck fear into our hearts.

The housing area belonged to Quentin Smith.

The newest killer. How it started was, he started to talk more to The Legion and then that moved on to GhostFace until he had talked to every killer and then he very slowly became one too. It was upsetting because he was my best friend. I rolled my eyes once again at the thought. The relationship that we had is in the past. It no longer exists and even as the pain continues to grow, it doesn't matter. Quentin doesn't love anyone anymore. He hangs out with the killers and kills his old friends.

He was a somewhat good friend before, if you counted all the times he fell asleep and didn't realize the killer was there and someone else had to save his ass. Yeah, Quentin was a very bad friend but I couldn't help but fall in love with him. He was one of the sweetest guys I'd ever met here. I shook the thoughts from my head and looked up at David, "We should leave. You know who stays here, don't you? Quentin isn't the only one who stays in his house. The Legion's always with him along with Ghostface."

David shrugged his shoulders, probably searching for a fight. I'll never understand him. "Well, don't start a fight you can't finish." I remember being told that on multiple occasions. Mostly by Quentin when I would try to help someone who was being face camped. The fucking killers suck dick now, to be honest.