My bad boy (Legion x Reader)

Chapter 1 (introduction)

It was just a normal day to all the survivors and killers but something just seemed off. You were a new survivor so you didnt know it right away until some things caught your eye. Usually when the others would return to the campfire thanks to the Entity, they were normally exhausted but some shivered a bit before warming back up with the fire. You don't remember any of the maps being cold so you were a little confused. However you kinda didn't care, you didn't talk with most of them because you were an introvert and with social anxiety it was difficult for you to open up to them. You didn't have a problem with them though, .... except for David and Jake. After David tried to hit on you, calling you "easy pickings", you wanted to stay far away from him. As for Jake, he seemed to like everyone else except you for some reason. He would leave you hanging on the hook or drop a pallet in front of you to make sure the killer hit you, and stuff like that. They pissed you off but you always went back to your notebook to draw, for in this world it was the only way you could calm down. You had a talent as well, and the other survivors would be impressed when ever they looked over your shoulder. At first, you only had a pencil but the Entity blessed you with colored pencils, pens, and sharpies. To be honest, you felt happy that it was watching over you like a guardian angel....except it works for the devil because of the whole sacrifice thing. As you sat on a pile of leaves, you stared at a blank sheet of paper in your lap trying to decide on what to draw. Around you were pictures of all the killers drawn by your hand. When you couldn't think of anything to draw you would draw the things you see around you that seemed interesting. Each killer was unique in their own way so you would sit and observe them from a far. The others thought you were lazy for doing this, especially Meg because you didn't help with the gens. You ignored their insults just so you can think clearly. To them you were a strange girl that rarely spoke, but to you, you always felt like an outcast that's always forgotten which made you feel lonely. Luckily Claudette was there to give you some support. She would rub your back your back or talk to you in a soothing voice which helped put a smile on your face. You sat there thinking about each of the survivors until your thoughts got interrupted by Ace walking towards you. "Word has it that your in trails. Might want to start getting ready." You gave him a simple nod before we walked back to the campfire with the others. You closed your notebook and put it in the small bag with your pencils and drawings you carried on your back. You wore a camo hoodie, black sweat pants with the word Love in white letters on the side, a headset, and a black mask with a blue X in the middle. You hated the Cold Wind Farm map because the name gave a false sense of security. Theres nothing cold about it since it was literally the most humid place. You didn't do so well in the heat since you wore a hoodie. You also hated the Jigsaw map because you hated mazes. You were really hoping you wouldn't get any of these and you dreaded your chances. After getting ready a black, thick mist forms from beneath you and swallowed you whole.when you opened your eyes you saw Nea, Dwight, and David with you. David gave a small evil smirk towards you which made your blood boil, "Just fucking great..." you mumbled to yourself. The black mist came back once again, deciding what map too go to for the trail. As the mist began to clear up a chilly, cold breeze blew through your hair and the wind seemed to go right through your thin hoodie. You couldn't imagine how the others felt within this weather. You almost felt bad for them but something grabbed your attention. In front of you was some sort of Skiing Resort. In the distance you heard David and Nea scream, so with that you knew you had time to explore the inside of the resort.