Hourglass [DbD One-Shots] REQUESTS CLOSED

Troubles - Trapper/Wraith

Song: Can't Help Falling in Love With You - Haley Reinhart (cover)
Requested by: @JoyBoom101

Evan growled, throwing his weapon against a tree in frustration. Stupid survivors and their godforsaken flashlights! Every time he finally got one of them and was just about to hang them on the hook, the other brat would show up and blind him! Thankfully he killed every single one of them and escaped Entity's punishment for not doing his job well enough.

Every time one of the killers screwed up and failed in killing the survivors the Entity would call them and punish them, both physically and mentally. The pain of it depended on how many of the humans escaped and how many were sacrificed in the trial.

That's why the Trapper always tried to get as many as he could. He was one of the killers, who actually didn't really mind their job. Oh, who was he kidding? Philip was the only killer in this hell, that hated killing. How he got there in the first place was a mystery to everyone, but nobody ever dared ask the tall creature, in fear of upsetting him.

Where was that scrawny bastard anyways? Evan just noticed the absence of the other at their little 'camp'. Everyone else was just standing there, talking, thinking or staring into space. The only other killers beside Philip that weren't with them were Michael, Freddy and Sally. The first two he wasn't even surprised, seeing as they were the so-called 'lone wolfs', but Sally? She was probably in another trial.

Maybe Philip was forced to do the same as well? The Trapper asked himself and walked over to a small group sitting near the fire. It was Sally and Philip's idea in the first place and God bless them for it. It was so cold in these woods and when they first got the fire started every single one of the killers couldn't resist the urge to sit next to it and warm themselves up. Those two always had the best ideas.

Speaking of which...

"Hey" he started, walking closer to the four. The group was made of Amanda, Max, Frank and Adiris. Weird, since they never really talked to each other, but when you have only fifteen people around all the time you had to deal with it and actually talk sometimes.

The Pig looked up at him and nodded her head in a form of a greeting. "Hello, Evan. Is there something you need?"

"Yes, actually" he hummed in agreement, placing his cleaver against a tree nearby.

"Well, spit it out!" The Legion waved his hand at him and leaned against Adiris, who shoved him off quickly, making him fall face first into the ground.

"Yeah and you should spit something out, too" Amanda cackled at him from behind her mask, seeing Frank glaring at her (let's assume his mask is off).

Evan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "I just wanted to ask if you know where Philip is. I haven't seen him, since I've came back from my trial."

"The Wraith?" Amanda asked to make sure and shrugged, when she saw the Trapper nodding his head. "Nah. The last time I saw him was right before Him Upstairs called you"

"I've seen him" Max turned in suddenly and titled his head. "At least I think so"

Evan frowned, as did the rest of the killers. "What do you mean you think so?"

"Well, uh..." The Hillbilly stuttered and tapped his chin, looking down at the ground. "I think I saw a blurr move past me, that looked like Philip, when he's cloaked. At least it looked like it, but I'm not sure..."

"Where did he go?"

"That way" Max pointed at one of the sides of their little camp. "I think I saw Michael going there a bit after that, as well. Haven't seen Freddy though"

"Okay, thanks, Max" Evan nodded and started going in the direction his friend showed him, snorting at a few comments the people he left behind him made.

"Of course you couldn't have seen Freddy. That Dickmare is in his own realm again"

"Oh..."

"Dickmare? Where did that come from?"

"I once heard one of the survivors call him that. It went like this I think:
'Did that Dickmare wipe his shitty face already?'
'Why do you ask?'
'Cuz you've seen him in the last trial. The last time I saw him not only did he smell like shit, but his face was ugly'
So yeah"

"Oh my God. Which one was that?"

"You mean the survivor?"

"Yeah"

"I think it was Meg or Ace, but I'm not sure"

"Oh, I've heard Laurie say a lot of things about Michael. Wanna listen?"

"Oh my God, YES"

Evan shook his head and walked further into the dark forest. His friends' voices eventually quieted down and in a few minutes he couldn't hear anything other than the whistle of the wind, the ravens' calls and the rustling of the leaves.

That's when he heard ragged breathing. He snapped his head in the direction of the sound and saw an almost invisible figure, sitting next to the Shape.

Evan clenched his fist and started slowly walking towards the killers before him. His protective instincts kicked in, as he prepared himself for fighting the silent 'human' if necessary. That however wasn't needed and his jaw almost fell down onto the ground in shock.

There, sat Philip with Michael by his side, a comforting hand of the bulkier killer on his shoulder. The Wraith himself was struggling to breathe, but slowly his problem ceased, as the Shape rubbed his shoulder with the same very hand.

The injuries on the taller didn't go unnoticed however. There were scratches and gashes and bruises and stabs all across his body. It didn't look like Micheal's doing, so Evan allowed himself to slightly relax.

Could his earlier suspicions be right? Was Philip really forced to kill those survivors again?

Oh good Lords... Trapper sighed and looked as Michael's head snapped up at the sound, glancing in his direction and relaxing. The killers held each other's gaze for a while, before Micheal nodded and stood up, walking past the other and towards the camp.

Evan just watched him go and finally turned his attention back to his friend. No, these wounds definitely weren't caused by Michael. The were caused by the Entity.

At the sound of footsteps approaching Philip lifted his head slightly and with tired eyes sighed in relief, when he saw it was only Evan. When the bigger killer sat down on the ground next to him, he leaned his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes in pain.

They didn't need to say anything. Both of them knew what happened and the topic made them feel uncomfortable, so they didn't bring it up. Trapper just held the taller killer in his arms, rocking him back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on his back, trying to ease his pain at least a little.

Soon enough Evan felt the other become limp in his grasp and his breathing evened out. He smiled sadly. Philip was so tired, stressed and hurt he fell asleep in his arms.

Evan tightened his hold on the other and laid on the cold ground, cradling the fragile being close to his chest in a protective manner.

Ah.

Entity was such a cruel beast...

HI GUYS! :D Guess who's back! Yes, yes, you guessed it! It's the awesomeness itself - ME! ;* Now tell me, who missed me?

I know the updates are slow and rare and this whole book is basically trash, but please understand, that I have literally no ideas and school isn't helping me either T-T I'm really sorry for that, though.

Now. Guess how many words does this chapter have? 1240. Exacly this number...

*whispers* I guess that's because it's mah fav ship in DbD, but  SHHHH XDD