Die. Love. Laugh. (Dead by Daylight oneshots)

carved heart - Michael Myers x reader

A/n: Written in black are the thoughts of Michael. Have fun reading ;)

Staring into the flackering light of the campfire, you thought about the last few times you were in this wicked game. You managed to survive the Trapper, Hillbilly, Wraith, even the Nurse couldn't catch you. But one of the killers remained a big problem for you: Michael Myers.

Though you aren't a person that gets easily scared, everytime you play against Michael, your knees get weak and your heart's beating like crazy. Just facing his mask and his dead hard stare is enough to let you become scared to the bone. Thinking of it sends chills down your spine...

"Hey Y/N, I think the entity's gonna send us in the next game in a few minutes...", Claudette informed me, as she sits next to me. I put my head in my hands, supporting the weight with my arms on my legs. "Oh great, I just hope it's not Myers again", I mumble to myself. Claudette seemed to hear me anyway, as she asks: "Myers? Yeah he's pretty scary.. But aren't they all?" - "Sure, but-" - "Little (Y/N) being scared of the boogeyman, huh?", David, interrupting me, taunts, "I would be too, when the pervert would be after my ass, like he is after yours." He chuckles dirty, grinning his stupid smile and standing in front of Claudette and me.

"Excuse me? What do you mean by that?", I ask confused and a little bit embarrassed. "I mean that you're his obsession, in every game, since you're in. It's pretty obvious that this isn't what the big bad entity wants, it's Myers himself. Probably wanting to get in your pants or some crazy shit. Maybe he has a fetish for your (h/c) hair", David continues explaining his weird imagination, probably wanting to annoy you till you get angry. You just roll your eyes and try to ignore what he says. "You can't possibly shut up David, can you?", Jake interferes David's babbling. Jake's probably the last one who will join the next round. So it's Claudette, David, Jake and me. But who is the killer..?

Watching the flames of the campfire again, like I could find the answer in them, I feel like someone's looking straight at me. I know we can't see the killer before the game, but rumors say, that the killer can see us. And I feel like we've been watched all along....

(Y/N).. I will make you mine. And if someone tries to get in my way, I will slaughter them.

- The game begins -

Arriving, the first thing I can see is flashing bluelights from a policecar. Oh great, it's Haddonfield... I think and start to run and hide as fast as I can, because standing still in the middle of the street would be dangerous. The moonlight's rather dim and the fog is thick, making it easier for us to hide, but also easier for the killer to surprise us. Starting to get on working on the first generator in the first floor of a house, I try hearing some hints what killer it could be. No screams of the nurse, no chainsaw buzzing. It's just silent. Just silent? That could only mean I haven't heard him yet or...

"AHHHH! HELP!"

Shit, that was Claudette's voice.. I look out of the window, trying to see where she is. And indeed, I can see her. I can see how Michael is putting her on a hook. Fuck, it's him! Careful, I'm sneaking out of the house, hiding behind a hedgerow. Meanwhile Michael's already after his next victim, David.

David is running from the silent killer, but Michael is hot on his heels. Turning around a corner, David manages to throw a pallet at him, making Michael groan, more because of surprise and anger, than pain. "HAH! Gotcha fucker!", David taunts, showing Michael his middlefinger.

You're taunting me? Pathetic. I want to get to (Y/N)... but first I'm gonna get rid of the scum in front of me.

Infuriated, like a bull seeing red, Michael breaks through the pallets, as if it was nothing, lifting his knife above his head. David, too slow to react, faces a knife, cutting sharp through the air and slashing up his torso. David roars like a dying lion and the sound of his scream mixes up with the sound of a fresh switched on generator.