♡ DEAD BY DAYLIGHT || ONE SHOTS ♡

Worship || Knight

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Warnings & Details:
Size difference
Height difference
Body worship
Rough and hard
Pre-Entity to Realms jump
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Note:
It has come to my attention that. Survivors memories are wiped after each trial.

So.

That's not gonna happen in these one-shots, in all of these one-shots. The reader, Survivors and Killers will remember everything including their past before they arrived in the realms.

Anyway, please enjoy
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Smoke, ash, embers.

It was everywhere, you couldn't escape it, it filled your lungs, weakening your breath.

Cries and screams echos in your ears, ringing like a bell in your head.

Your village had been attacked, what for? You hadn't a clue, you where all peaceful people, respectful, kind, humble, why us?

You finally push out of your house, you body was in so much pain from the fire that licked you body, burning bits of your clothes.

You frantically look around your village, blood and fire was everywhere. What was once a beautiful town that you called home was now gone.

A women's scream nearly peeks your ear drums, you snap your head to look to your left.

Seeing a rather wide man with a heads strapped to his large stomach pushing a women down on the ground, she begs for mercy before his massive blade in cut clean into her neck.

Your blood grows cold, you had to get away from here.

You begin to hyperventilate as you came to your senses, turning away and starting to make a run towards the forest, you bare feet aches as embers dig into the bottom of your feet.

You hear maniacal laughter behind you, you turn your head over your shoulder and spot a skinny man chasing after you, with what looked to be some kind of fire poker.

Your heart pounds in your ears as you look back towards the forest, running as fast as your burnt feet could take you.

But you where fast enough, as the man chasing you slowly catches up to you, grabbing your hair and yanking you down on the ground.

You yelp in pain before you fall on your back, the back of your head hitting a log, making your vision jumpy and blurry.

As your eyes set, you could see the man from before standing over you, breathing rapidly with a toothy smile.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty." He speaks, his voice grainy and high pitched as bought his poker close to your face.

You whimper, feeling the tip of the poker press against your cheek.

He laughs in that bone chilling, high pitched laugh, raising his poker up above his head.

You couldn't take your eyes off his weapon, you where going to die, this was how you where meant to die.

Suddenly.

Thuh-ump!!

Something heavy and metal hits the ground behind you, the man snaps his head in the direction of the sound, a slight worried expression on his face.