Dead By Daylight: Laurie Strode X Reader (Male)

Chapter 10

(Y/N) was laying on an old mattress David and Nea found in the woods.
It wasn't in the best condition but it did the job.
He looked relaxed, peaceful.
Thanks to Claudette he was well patched up.
His arm was wrapped and so was his chest.
All he was wearing was his underwear
I always wanted a well-built boyfriend
And he did not disappoint.

Besides that...

Someone had to volunteer to watch him in case he wakes up.
I volunteered without hesitation.
He did so much for me here.
He was my friend.
We saved each other many times.
Most of all, he would be my first date here.

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I was asighned another trial.
It was me, Meg, Jeff and Ace versus The Hillbilly.
Things weren't going so well...

Jeff was sacrificed, Ace gave up and was playing cards in the AutoHaven gas station counter and what were me and Meg doing? Doing Gens of course.

We finally finished the last one and got the exit gate open, we stood there but didn't leave.
We waited for Ace to show up.

"Come on old man. Where are you?" Meg asked herself not impressed.

Her question was answered with Ace's scream echoing throughout the map.
"Typical men, am I right?" Meg told me.

I nodded my head but I started to think of (Y/N) then I wanted to take it back.

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I was back at the campfire watching (Y/N) on the mattress still asleep from his injuries.

All I wanted was to go on our date.
I haven't had a date with anyone here, only back at home.

"Damn you, Amanda." I muttered.

I grabbed his hand and held it in mine.
Trying to feel what I desperately wanted.
Him.

Steve came by to talk to me.
Even though he liked to joke around a lot.
He knew now wasn't the right time.

"Laurie. Can we chat?"

"What is it, Steve?" I ask him still staring at (Y/N).

"I just wanted to tell you dinners gonna be ready soon. Also that all of us are here for you."

"I know."

Steve tried to put his arm over my shoulder but I shrugged it away.
I knew he was trying to make me feel better but how could I...

Steve walked away and soon I got up to join everyone for dinner.

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The dinning room really wasn't a room.
It was just a campfire with a bunch of logs that was in the shape of smooth couches and a huge pot in the fire for soup.

Every night one survivor cooks their style of soup.
Some could really cook great soups.
Some, not so much.
I got lucky with having to cook Chicken Noodle Soup.
But today wasn't my turn.

Today, it was Nea's turn.
Remember when I said some couldn't cook well.
Nea's soup was the worst.
She got to make some sort of bean soup but she made it with not so much beans and with way to much water.
She said she had to eat this in the streets.

When I sat down in a log couch, I saw Jake cooking from the pot instead of Nea.

Jake's soup was the best out of everyone's, something called Maryland Crab?
I don't know.

"Wilderness boy. It's my turn to cook." Nea said to Jake.

Jake didn't pay much attention to Nea and just kept on stirring.

"Meg told me to cook today." Jake said still stirring the soup.

"Oh yeah. Why's that?"

"Because of the-" Jake suddenly stopped and noticed I was there then whispered in her ear that I couldn't hear.
But I had a good guess of what he said.
"-insistent with (Y/N)."

I appreciate what they were trying to do but all I want is him awake and to hug me tight.
I got up to go see him again.

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I finally go to see (Y/N).
Only to see Quentin sitting on the stump I was watching him from, sipping coffee.

"Hi Laurie." He said.

"Hey Quentin. Any news on him?"

"Actually yeah. He's starting to sleep talk."

"R-really!?" My heart jumped with excitement.
"What's he saying?"

"Uhh... What did he say? He muttered Need help, Laurie, and a claw."

I had no idea what he was saying.
Was he in danger?
He needs my help, I understand that.
But a claw, he needs help with a claw?
I don't know anything that has to do with a claw.

Then starring at Quentin a bit more, he gave me a shy look.
He knew what it meant.
Now, so did I.

"We have to go now. Get Dwight and meet me here." I ordered Quentin.

"No. I'm not going if he's there. You can't make me." Quentin was getting scared and nervous.

"I know I'm asking a lot but if we ever want to hear and talk to (Y/N) again. We need to do this."

Quentin looked at (Y/N) for a brief moment then took a deep breath and ran to get Dwight.

As I starred at (Y/N).
I tried to rub his cheek with the back of my hand but I instantly returned it to my side when a scratch mark appeared on his cheek.
It was a deep claw mark, now making him bleed again.
And I knew who was doing this in his sleep.
The only killer who can.