Dwight x Wraith (Dead By Daylight)

Chapter 2: Confrontation

Dwight couldn't feel anything for more than a few seconds before his vision came back. It slowly crept in over the next few seconds. The all too familiar darkness lingered around his delicate frame as his head hung to the side, a feeling of dread begun to creep into his mind.

The weak man wasn't sure what exactly happened since everything had taken place over the course of a few seconds. But when an extreme burning sensation returned to his shoulder blade and chest, he found himself in a state of panic. His eyes darted towards the staircase in front of him, a few red lockers that he'd seen countless times in the past stood there against the test of time. Dwight moved his legs, and realized he wasn't even touching the ground. That's when Dwight finally took a closer look at his burning chest, and saw a curved hook sticking out of it. He had known this feeling of pain all too well, and it hadn't gotten any easier to overcome.

That's when he finally revealed himself. The big burly man with a blood soaked cleaver came from the side, and looked upwards towards Dwight. Dwight could see the Trapper's eyes piercing through his glasses, staring him down with a pure malicious anger. All Dwight could feel was a sense of immense danger. The Trapper spoke, coming closer towards the hanging man.

"What is this?"

The Trapper simply stood there, unchanged. His unrelenting eyes disguised under pitch black hallows of mask eyes. His smiling mask did an awful job hiding the gritting teeth of the killer beneath. He was growing impatient.

"Dwight...I said...what is THIS?!"

His voice grew louder.

Dwight shook his head, confused.

"W-What is going on?! H-how did I get here?!"

"That's IT! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD DWIGHT!"

The Trapper lunged towards Dwight, his giant hands mere centimeters away from gripping Dwight's thin shoulders, and potentially pulling him down the meat hook. Dwight jumped back as much as he could on the hook, but clearly couldn't. His mouth gaped open as he prepared for the absolute worst.

"AHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, everything came back to reality.

Dwight woke up in a sudden panic, his mouth screaming into a giant meat palm. His vision came back to him, and he scanned his surroundings quickly. He could hear his friend's screams and weeps from the distance, the clanking of their traps hitting their hands as they tried to free themselves. Dwight realized he was now lying on the ground, facing upwards towards the open ceiling of the exit gates. He never realized how open the space truly was, but none of those details mattered as much as the most obvious one. That being the large cleaver still lodged in his right shoulder. The bleeding seemed to have continued almost as much as it did before. The burning sensation was intense, yet Dwight was oddly familiar with it enough to not immediately scream out in horror.

"Dwight....don't make me ask you again!"

The Trapper pinned Dwight down to the ground, practically laying on top of the weak man. There was no way Dwight was ever going to be able to get out of this position. Big muscular legs pinned his to the stone bricks of the ground, his entire left arm held Dwight's only good shoulder, unrelenting. The overgrown weeds surrounding the area swiveled in gusts of wind harder than usual.

The Trapper was only mere inches away from Dwight's face, taking the center of his attention. His scary mask helped convey a dreadful feeling, similar to Dwight's sudden dream. Had he passed out not too long ago? For how long?

"God damnit Dwight! You're pushing me real hard here, and I don't appreciate it!"

The Trapper gripped Dwight's good shoulder even harder than before and shook him violently, finally prompting the moron to talk.