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(SMUT)His Own- OhmToonz

Ohmwrecker x CaRtOoNz, lowkey OTP, for real.

3808 sinful words of Dead by Daylight au (some stuff is made up), seriously, its fiction. Don't bother correcting me on shit I made up. Also, other minor ships, and death.

The large group of friends pulled into the gate of the camp ground in their various cars. They parked a decent way from the gate, the gate now barely in sight. The camp was vast, to their knowledge, but dark and cluttered with random junk, abandoned buildings, and rusty old cars. The camp had been taken off new maps years ago, but Delirious found an old state map in his attic, and he wanted to check it out.

"This place is creepy." Brock muttered, grabbing Evan's hand.

"It's like a horror movie!" Delirious shouted excitedly. His bright blue eyes scanned the area. Marcel smiled at his gleeful boyfriend.

"Whatever you say, Delirious." Luke chuckled, pointedly annoying the two disgustingly cute couples in front of them. He didn't know how he'd survive a night of this trip.

So distracted by conversation, they missed the large creaking of the massive metal gates closing and locking. The atmosphere changed around them, but they failed to feel a difference. The presence of another was thick in the air.

Ohm watched his victims from the second floor of a rundown building a good distance away. It'd been a while since he'd played this little game, and the bloodlust inside him was itching away at him. He had an ache to kill. To see people vulnerable and losing color as they took their last breath. One man caught his watchful eye. The decently built man with the wide smile and thick beard. Maybe he'd save him for last.

"This is still way too creepy." Brock whispered, moving closer to stand by Evan as the group split up to explore the grounds.

"We'll just humor Del for a while, babe. We can go home tomorrow. We'll say I have an urgent meeting or something." Evan soothed his boyfriend, tightening his arm around him and pecking his temple.

"Look! What's that?" Delirious stopped his boyfriend and best friend. He approached a tall wooden post that seemed to have a heavy meat hook attached to the end.

"Why would that be at a campsite?" Marcel questioned, moving closer for further inspection.

"Is that dried blood?" Luke asked slowly. Specks of dark red flakes covered the hook. It sent chills down his spine. Delirious was a little shaken up, but he hid it well, quickly thinking of an excuse.

"Maybe this used to be some sort of historical site. Like maybe the hooks were some form of torture back in the days?" He suggested. The others shrugged, deciding not to question further. Within seconds, their high spirited friend was distracted again. "Ooohh!" He ran towards whatever caught his eye, Marcel shouting profanities and chasing after his boyfriend. Luke chuckled softly. He chose not to third wheel his friends, sauntering leisurely in the opposite direction to the top of a small hill. He silently sat with his legs dangling over the edge.

"Jon, slow down!" Marcel huffed, trying to keep his speedy boyfriend in sight. Jon rounded the corner of a rundown brick wall, suddenly falling silent. "Delly?" Marcel turned the corner, seeing a tall muscular man with a mask that seemed to be made of a skull holding a rugged machete that quickly slashed Delirious down. Marcel was frozen.

The man picked Jon up by his chin, throwing him over his shoulder and storming off the other direction. Marcel followed closely behind. Delirious thrashing and screams broke his heart. Marcel choked on his breath when he saw the man place his boyfriend on a hook like they saw before. Delirious cried out as the hook pierced through his shoulder blade, just under his collar bone. Tears streamed down his face as blood oozed out of the wound. The masked man took a slash at Delirious' stomach before walking away. When Marcel thought he was gone, he snuck up to his dangling lover.