Alister Black except he's ten and ends up as a killer in DBD

The Killers

Alister stares for a long time at one of the killers because they had spent the whole night so far staring at him. Alister remembered him to be Michael Myers, The Shape. "I think he hates me," Alister growled, "that's why he keeps staring at me, right?"

"No little boy, I'm sure that's not the reason. You see , none of us lot can tell the feelings or the true thought of Michael there. He says not a word, and hardly makes any movement at all. Yet, he does his job very well when it is his turn to be called into a match," The Plague said, smiling a small bit at Alister. "I wonder if he thinks deeply...like me," Alister thought aloud, beginning to frown a bit at Michael.

After a long time of staring between the two, Alister eventually grew bored of just sitting there looking and decided to find other things to do until the Entity called him to a match. Alister walks into a crooked hallway, but quickly stops when he sees a very tall dark figure standing at the end. The shape at the end of the hallway looked nothing like the killers he was introduced to before.

"You lost, boy?" The figure scowled in a deep voice that carried a strong , southern accent. "No, I am not. Who are YOU supposed to be?" Alister scoffed, narrowing his eyes. Before the figure could reply, the sound of The Wraith's bell could be heard, and the being suddenly appeared before Alister. "Black Mass Alister, I forgot that we had two new killers here besides you," Wraith said, scratching his head. "This here is Caleb, also known as The Deathslinger. There's one more killer as well."

Alister frowned and nodded his head, he then looked to the tall killer who turned out to be Deathslinger. He looked a lot like a cowboy...

Deathslinger smirked and gave a slight chuckle as he glared down at Alister. "Strange seeing a young'un as a killer? Yer parents left you on yer own or somethin'? What's a lil, runt like you doin' here?"

"I'm not a runt," Alister snapped. "I'm just as capable of being a killer as you are."

Deathslinger grinned wider and slightly dipped his head. "We'll see about that, lil' boy." Alister looked at The Deathslinger a little bit before a very small smile appeared on his face. Alister never smiled, so that meant something. He was now eager to prove to Deathslinger that he could be just as good as a killer as the other grown ups there.

"Come Alister, back to the living room. There's one more killer," Wraith spoke up again, pulling the young boy along. Alister hesitantly followed the Wraith, slightly wanting to speak to Deathslinger more. Wraith lead Alister back to the others, and Alister could see that there was one more killer he hadn't ever seen before.

"What killer is that? They have a cone for a head? That's a shame," Alister sneered. "That is The Executioner, also known to us as Pyramid Head," Wraith sighed. Pyramid Head turned to Alister when he called him a cone head. It seemed like he wasn't amused about it either. "Well what else am I supposed to think of you?" Alister huffed. "I know right? I too thought he was a legitimate no-good triangle killer when he first showed up!" Ghostface exclaimed with a smirk. Pyramid Head quickly stood up and pointed his huge knife at Ghostface, giving a low growl.  Ghostface backed away with his hands held up, "Woah there now triangle man, calm down. I was just kidding!"

Alister glared at them and rolled his eyes, unamused. "This is tiresome. They're all tiresome, except for Lady Plague and Deathslinger," Alister grumbled. "Wh-What about me!?" Wraith stammered, taken aback. "Well...you're fine too. But a lot of these killers are not anything of what I'm used to. I guess I have to get used to all of this..." Alister sighed, scratching his head. "Yes, this will all take some time adjusting to..." Plague spoke up, walking over to Alister and the Wraith. "But I'm sure you'll adjust soon. You are a good little boy who will fit right in."

"I hope so," Alister said, giving a very very small smile. "It's...nice to see you smile. You should do that more often," One of the Legion members, Susie said, looking over at Alister. "Yes. Anna agrees, Alister smile more," The Huntress chimed in. Alister shook his head and looked down, embarrassed. He couldn't smile! He was meant to be serious and intimidating!

"Smiling isn't exactly something I enjoy doing," He muttered lowly. "We could tell," Ghostface chuckled. Alister slowly raised his head again and looked at all the killers around him. Maybe, just maybe this place wouldn't be so bad, and living there mightn't suck after all...