Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Dead By Daylight Pt.3

This was inspired by the Masquerade Event in DBD!

Warnings: Smut has (safe) knife play in it. 

You awoke by the campfire like usual, only to see everyone busy prepping things like the king was coming to visit. Which had you confused, because since when was there anything to celebrate in this god forsaken fog? 

"What's going on?" You asked as you sat yourself up from the stiff log you had fallen asleep on last night after another trial. You hadn't seen Wednesday since that time in Lampkin Lane with her, where she kissed you. So, you were subjected to more danger and killings for the time being. 

"Ah, don't even get me started, kid. It's a bunch of crap to keep everyone's hopes up." Willian Overbeck scoffed, taking a drag from his seemingly never-ending supply of cigarettes. William, best known as 'Bill', was an old Veteran in the war. His story was that he had always been a fighter; he could never settle down after his honourable discharge. And he died to protect his country; his body was never found, although you were pretty sure you were seeing a whole person each time you spoke to him. 

"What crap is that exactly?" You asked, stretching your arms up over your head to loosen the tenseness in your limbs. 

"Some Masquerade event. It's this demon's way of keeping our spirits up and making us more willing to fight. A bunch of shit if you ask me. Just give it to me straight any day, I'll show that beast a thing or two about a proper fight." He grumbled, taking another drag of his cigarette. He was perched on a shorter log, like a stool, sharpening his army knife he always kept in his pocket.

He was old-ish looking, grey hairs adorning his face and his beard, which wrapped around his face up to his sideburns, was always kept the same mid-length, not too scruffy, not too long. He wore black combat boots, cargo army pants and a murky green jacket over his stained yellow jumper underneath. Then he had his war cap to top it all off. He was certainly military. He was always the stubborn old goat here at the camp, but he was like a grandfather to the younger people in some ways. 

"Why do we need a Masquerade event? The killers will still want to kill." You asked with some confusion about what was going on. 

"That's what I've been saying." He huffed. "But anyway, it's like some sort of weird anniversary event. It's to welcome newcomers like you and your friends into the fog or new killers by making the trails 'fun' for the next month or so." He continued sharpening the more than already capable weapon, his strokes becoming aggressive the more annoyed her got. "We get to place pallets wherever we want, we can go silent for a minute or two, block killers from following us via obstacles." He began rattling everything he knew of the activity with no stopping, and your half-awake brain was struggling to keep track of it all. "It's all only for a few seconds, because otherwise this beast's minions will bitch and whine the entire time about favouritism-"

"Is that everything?" You cut him off before he went on another one of his old man rants. He paused at your question, stroking his beard in thought as he took another puff of his cigarette without having to use his hands; he just casually moved the smoking device to the corner of his mouth as he continued to sharpen the wood. 

"Yeah, we gotta wear stupid Masquerade masks, otherwise you'll be deader than a fish on land before the trails start." He then vaguely gestured his head over to one of the tables you all had to share when it came to meals. "Pick one, wear it, don't lose it." Those were his final words before going silent. 

You looked over at the table, seeing only a handful of masks left to choose from. Some were made to be cutesy or bold and daring, others were just plain and easy to blend in with. You went with the boring option, you didn't want to garner any unwanted attention from killers, and the bright colours were fun to look at, but had a clear disadvantage, unless you were really good with the chases, which is a skill you think you haven't mastered quite yet.