Dead By Daylight Oneshots x Reader

Deathslinger Yandere x F.Reader

A/n ~ Pictures are not mine but I will sketch this one after my other one is complete.The man needs love...omg  On DBD I am the 19th deathslinger ( on mobile but don't worry I'll be first in mobile and xbox 😉 )

The faint smell of whiskey and gun cleaner lingered in the hot, stuffy air as Caleb took an old rag off the table. Wiping the blood off his spear he inspected his made weapon checking to see if it needed any repairing from his last trial. Taking a closer look at the spear he noticed that the tip had a dent in it from him missing and hitting the window seal as one of his targets vaulted. Grunting he stood up, pushing the wooden chair back he limped a bit towards a cabinet in the far corner of the room. His spurs clicked and spun as he opened a door. Inside were some tools and extra spears in case he didn't have time to fix the ones that needed repaired. Taking his tools and an extra spear in case he was summoned again he closed the door making it squeal as if in agony. Flinching a bit he turned and headed his way back to his work space. He would need to use some oil in the door's hinges after he made sure his gun was cleaned, polished, and well maintained for better performance next time. Taking the old bottle and uncapping it he took his cleaning rag and dropped a couple of drops onto it then taking his gun he began cleaning it. Inside and out. 

He lost the last match and usually he'd be furious, but not today. Even though she wasn't there he wasn't as angry as the last couple of times. Today was different. His mind ticked as he thought about her more. What was he supposed to do? She was always on his conscience and today he stumbled upon a hair clip of hers. It was small but to him it meant a lot.  There was something captivating about her. She wasn't like the others. He always enjoyed seeing how expressive you were and even when other survivors were grumpy or rude you were still kind to them, and still showed respect. She was a bit naive sometimes, but that was something that needed to be protected. Something that lacked heavily among the others. That alone sent a spark somewhere deep inside his empty, aching soul burning more and more. His first match with her he just considered her annoying, but as he was paired with them more often he found that he enjoyed chasing them around and picking them up from time to time, but he didn't want to chase her away. He'd just keep some distance and pretend he didn't see her hiding in a bush or go into a locker. He'd let them escape while he hunted the others down. Occasionally he'd get her and place her in a corner he'd remember and tell them to stay put, not that she could go far anyway,  if there was one generator left then he'd give her the hatch. She'd thank him, by offering whatever she had. Flashlights, medkit, toolbox, ect. But he needed more. More of her. More of her time with him. If she weren't in his matches he felt more paranoid. Irritated. The less she was around him the more aggressive he became and he craved more and more just for her to be in his presence. His presence only.

This last match made him consider one thing. Just seeing her wasn't enought. She was his and only meant to be his, and nothing was going to stop him from getting what he wanted.  Finishing cleaning up he stood grabbing his things and began to put them away. His long hair laid on his long, leather coat as the forever sunset warmed his body. How was he going to do it though? He stopped dead in his tracks. She wasn't going to go willingly that was for sure. The others would probably stop him and they would probably keep her closer to them. That would make it more challenging and it was a high possibility that they could use her as a shield of some sort. They were slowly catching onto him not hurting her. That or they thought she was just a great hider or just more agile. Best to think of the first one. He needed to come up with a plan fast. Who knew when he'd start a trial again with her. Quickly he placed his things down and went down the stairs and out of the saloon. Going to another building that was blocked off from survivors entering he opened the old, wooden door. Inside he began to sketch and draw up a plan. She was going to be with him and he knew exactly how. Grinning, he set to work.