Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Dead by Daylight Pt.2

Warnings: Gore. Blood. Talks of death and murder. Forceful Wednesday.

Ever since falling down that hatch, you had been transported into the eternal foggy hellhole. 

You awoke to find yourself next to a warm, open campfire. A whole bunch of people were sitting on the log-like benches, all looking tired, some were determined, others looked scared. You had gotten to know them all in some small way, shape or form. 

They all talked about the fog, how this mist suddenly came into view of their life when a tragedy struck and has now trapped them here. A repetition of torment, a new killer each trial they'd have to face. 

There were so many names, so many faces, so many dangers to look out for, you barely managed to register it all. All you knew was that this mysterious entity was keeping you all here, the pawns in the game, for whatever it had planned to involve those sociopathic freaks like Wednesday to wreak havoc on. 

Wednesday Addams... the name always made your blood run cold whenever you'd see your new friends come back after a trail. 

The fact that some of them actually die, only to be brought back to relive this over and over again, made you vomit in your mouth the first time you were told about it, yet you swallowed it down because this was your fate now, too. 

You miraculously found your friends from your actual life. Dwight, Feng, and Meg, all of them were fine, perfectly healthy, you suppose you could say 'healthy' if it wasn't for the flashes of their death keeping you awake at night. 

You had been in a few more trials since the first. Some you won, others you lost. Some of the killers were just so... terrifying, but none of them compared to the fear that goth girl put in you. 

At the start of each trail, you'd end up in a different environment. You had one of the other survivors tell you about them. They had counted around 42 playing fields for the paranormal being to pick from. Some worked in your favour, others worked in the killer's favour. 

It was all just luck and a bit of skill if you were honest. You learned that a majority of the killers were ruthless in the slaughter, some liked to keep to the shadows and use the fog as cover for jump scares, but some of them just liked to have fun. 

You had a few survivors tell you that they had faced the same attacker a few times, and if you got put with them, they often began to favour you, toy with you more. You were told about how the killers usually opted to have their fixation saved for last. An obsession, if you would call it that. 

It was like you were in that video game, Killed at Moonlight. (I tried okay, I know it's bad.) You never played it much yourself, but Feng favoured it; you remember her doing a 24-hour stream of the game on a streaming platform one time. 

Yet you hadn't run into Wednesday since that first time, and the dread you felt at the thought of eventually having to face off against her made you restless. You weren't sure you'd be able to function properly if you had to. Her parting words repeated in your head like a mantra. 

"Un regalo de despedida para ti, amiga." (A parting gift for you, friend.)

She said it like she was doing you a favour, like she was a saint in her acts of killing your friends and stabbing you before dropping you into the hatch. 

No matter how many times you got put on the hook, how many times you got stabbed or even finished off in the trials when you were unsuccessful in escaping. You would be miraculously healed in preparation for the next trial that awaited you. It was like all you were good for now was to be the puppet in someone else's game.