Unbreakable (Dead by Daylight Killers x Reader one-shots)

Legion (Frank Morrison) x Blind!Reader (Part 1/3)

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Requested by: schizo_fawkes and Siniora-Chan

"How are you feeling, (First Name)?" Meg asked, raising her voice. The said teen cringed, "Meg, I'm blind, not deaf." The athletic girl nervously laughed at her foolish attempt starting a conversation with the teen. "S-Sorry, I didn't know how else to get your attention." (First Name) brushed off her apology with a small smile, "Don't worry about it. I'm fine though, how was your trial?" Meg beamed at the girl and sat next to her. "I think it went okay. We went against the Huntress and-"

Meg was interrupted mid-sentence when Jake and Dwight came to the campsite with a stranger being supported by them. A shocked expression appeared on Meg's face, "Another survivor?" The stranger released a groan when he was set down to lean against the log, David soon after appearing out of the fog with a deep frown on his lips. "What's happening?" (First Name) questioned, her foggy (Eye Color) hues looking around.

Meg leaned to the side, "We have another new survivor." She whispered lowly into her ear. (First Name) arched an eyebrow at the news, another new survivor? But she hasn't been here for very long, why is there another already dragged into this hell? "Not only is there a new survivor, but there is a new killer too," Dwight spoke with a frown. "The new killer is a piece of shit. 'ad no idea he was the killer, he looks exactly like us!" David piped in, rage clear in his tone. (First Name) couldn't help but arch an eyebrow, how could he not tell the difference? She's blind, so it doesn't exactly affect her in any shape or form, but he can see. Unless the killer has no terror radius, it's utterly impossible for him to not be able to distinguish between a killer and a survivor.

"So, how exactly did you not know he was the killer?" (First Name) questioned David. "When I was runnin', I was runnin' with some guy. I thought maybe he was the new survivor and we were being chased by the killer. Thought it might've been a new invisible killer or somethin', y'know how Wraith has an add on where even if he's invisible, we can still 'ear his terror radius?" David paused as if someone was going to answer but continued on, "That's what I thought it was. All I could think was 'new killer 'as to be right behind us or somethin'. We were in a new realm and we both vaulted into the house and my heartbeat was still beatin' like crazy! I was tryin' to get my breath back and tried to see who the killer was through the window, I turned back to the newbie to see that it was no newbie, it was the killer! He wore a mask with a giant smile on it and stabbed me with 'is tiny switchblade." David finished, (First Name) holding back a yawn she wanted to let out from David's boring drawn-out story.

All I can tell from his explanation is that he's just plain stupid. "How did you conclude that the killer was the new survivor when the new survivor is here?" Nea asked, her eyes narrowed at the rugged scrapper. David looked offended, "I hadn't seen the new survivor yet!" He defended. "Right..." She mumbled with a scoff. David looked like he wanted to argue with her but Nea, (First Name), Adam, and Ace were all being called to a trial. "I sure hope we don't run into another killer who will look like us!" Ace mocked while Nea chuckled. David grumbled under his breath, inaudible curses being tossed at them before all their consciousness faded.

(First Name) felt a tap on her shoulder, "We spawned in together." Ace whispered, tugging on her wrist. As risky as it is, whenever (First Name) gets called into a trial, either she brings a shroud of union or someone else will bring a shroud of binding because she can't go around the map by herself. If she's by herself, that's usually a sign that the killer has isolated her and she's been hooked.

Sometimes she can handle herself. She will bump into things here and there but she tries to listen to every little sound to get by. It's how she manages to avoid the killer if she gets separated from her fellow comrades. She's able to hear the killer's footsteps; the sound of their feet crunching against the grass and the leaves, the pattering of their shoes against the concrete ground, and their heavy breathing from the excitement of shedding the blood of their prey.