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

Artist ~ Crows

Warning: Mild Ornithophobia (fear of crows/birds)

The wake up was rather soft this time.

You pushed your heavy eyelids up. The yellow light was blinding at first.
Yellow...
Dead dawg saloon? Glenvale?
You struggled to get your vision cleared up.
You relized your eyes hurt. Stung even.
They were full of sand.
They started watering up, as you struggled to push the sand out.
The small yellow particles scratched at the inside of your eyelids, doing painful damage to your eyes.

You ended up succesfuly crying most of it out.
What a pleasant awakening...

Upon finaly looking around, you were met with the reality of being in a... a desert. A litteral, abandoned, desert.
It looked like a graveyard more than anything.
Empty, or open crypts and coffins were all over the place, sometimes barely protected by a waist-high, metal fence.
It was implanted somewhere deep in the sand, along with numerous dry, dead trees.

You felt watched at every corner, at every angle.
Maybe it was the killer, maybe it was the dead... or maybe... crows.

Those devil spawns were everywhere.
Normaly they were simple informants of the Entity.
Little wicked helpers for the killer.
Flesh-eaters of your friend's bodies.

You got off the sandy ground, stumbling a little.
The sand must've been secretly really deep.
What could it hide...
You looked ahead, in search of a generator.
Instead, you made eye contact with one of those black devils.
It turned it's head to the side, it's bead-black eye staring right into your soul.
You gulped, taking a step back. Away from it.
You kept walking back until a loud yell into your ear made you jump and turn around.
It was another crow.
In your quick turn, you stumbled on the sand, falling back down on your ass.

Another few black-feathered creatures flew down from the sandy sky.
There was increasingly more crows the longer you spent looking at them. It was as if the little critters crawled from the sand. From the dead bark of the trees, they drilled out with their beaks and claws.
And they were just staring.
Staring with those little, black, demonic eyes.
You backed up, still remaining on the ground.

Another loud caw came from under your hand.
You quickly twitched away, looking down.
You must've accidentaly touched one. It certainly didn't seem to apriciate it. You could promise it tried to snap at you as you took your hand away.
You quickly retracted your hands close to your chest, seeing as more crows hoped down from the rocks, railings and trees, just to stalk at you.
There must've been at least around fifty of them, and you could see more circling above, like vultures.

"Ow!" You squealed out, holding your knee close to your chest.
It was bleeding.
One little stalker got comfortably close enough and bit into it.
Another crow skipped closer from the side and pulled at your shoelace, while his friend pulled at your shirt, riping a new, visible hole.
You quickly slapped the birds away, only making them fly up and land down again.
You've never seen crows like this. No crows that act this way.
One of the black demons flew from a dried branch, flying straight at your head with a loud caw.
It grabbed onto a hair strand, pulling on it, and trying to flap away.
His brothers laughed at the scene in mad caws and croaks.
Some more crows added to his shenanigans, picking at your hair, ears, neck.

You squealed, trying to throw them off, only resulting in getting nipped at your arms by their hungry beaks.
You quickly covered your face, falling on your side, trying to protect most of your extermities.
You screamed and squealed as the black swarm of feathers, claws and croaking that scratched at your legs and arms.

You wanted help.
Somebody.
Anybody.
You couldn't be heard over the maddening screaming of crows.
You thought you were dead.

One loud scream.
One loud scream made the crows yell in unicion, suddenly leaving you alone.
You did not dare look up.
A heavy body landed near you, tearing the remaining, rebelious crows off.
The... creature groaned again, making the crows squirm apologeticaly, few being forced to fly away, into the circling hell above.

You could feel the thing's eyes get directed to you.
A few droplets of... some liquid fell on your skin, mixing with your own blood.
You were quickly ensured that the creature was a murderer, by your quick heartbeat, and by the terrible croaking sound it made.
You could feel a wet hand wrap your wrist, turning you around, on your back.
Your hand was pulled away from your wet face.
Your eye met another crow one.
Exept this crow eye was on a human.
Awfuly feathered human.

Her hair was pitch black, her cheeks were covered in small pieces of black feathers.
Black, ink-like paint was dripping down her face.
That was all you saw before covering your face again.
She was a disgusting raven-human hybrid, with cold, wet hands. She quietly croaked, trying to get you to uncover your face.
This reminded you of hiding from the boogeyman... under the blanket, he does not see. You rolled back on your side.
You felt the crow-person slowly get off you.
Why wasn't the killer doing it's job?

After a while of whimpering on the ground, and listening if the freak is still near, you slowly uncovered your face.

You were met face-to-face with disgusting, black, crow feet.
You squealed out, scurring away from the hybrid, quickly.
You couldn't help but notice her posture.
Broken legs that bent foward and back in a zig-zag line, making her feet look like skinny bird legs.
Her arms were... hell they were missing. They were replaced by theese... wet extermities.
She held her arms folded close to her body, like a bird with plucked wings.

She bent over, taking steps closer to you, slowly spreading her "wings"
"Get away!" You yelled at... it, kicking around, trying to toss sand the hybrid's way.
The creature let out a croak, almost as if offended by your rude act.
You quickly stumbled on your feet, running off as quick as you could.
You're not risking your life being all trustworthy.

The crow hybrid started following with speed.
At first it did robin-like hops, that soon folowed by quick stomps that made the sand around shake.
Her head always did the odd, pidgeon-like bop before her feet did. All her movements felt so... bird-like.
It was unhuman, and had a lot of uncany valley sense.

Carmina didn't want to see another poor person suffer at the claws of her corvid friends.
Her crows.
She had no idea how she's alive, no idea where this little person came from.
She could still feel the copper taste of blood in her mouth... of her own blood.
She continued to follow the surprisingly small person.
It's odd... Carmina felt... so much faster, so much taller. She felt like she could hear better. See every detail.
Where is a canvas when you need it?
She stopped following the person, even though she could easily catch up.
The swarm of her corvid friends hungrily followed them.
Carmina will be stalking the poor person down, as to make sure the crows do not attack them again... and they will try.

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