Heathens - Dead By Daylight Killers x Reader

Chapter 1 - Disappearance

August 29th, 20XX

Still nothing.

About a week or so had passed since you tried messaging your best friend, Claudette Morel, over instant messenger, but you had yet to receive any kind of response.
Claudette wasn't really much of the social or outgoing type, much like yourself, which is probably why you two got along so well. Even so, you both made sure to keep in touch with each other online while you pursued your college degrees at seperate universities.

Maybe she's just busy with her botany forum?

With that thought in mind, you pulled up said forum on your internet browser, but what you found only served to worry and confuse you further. The last post Claudette made was from two weeks ago, and all you could see underneath that were comments from different users asking where she'd gone, and about her inactivity on the page. At that point, you knew something was definitely wrong. She had always been extremely active on her botany forum, quick to answer any questions that were asked, or make modifications when needed or desired. It was her passion, so for her to just drop it like this...

Oh, Claudette...I hope you're alright.

After a long day full of classes, tests, projects, and more or less forced socialization, you went back to your dorm and laid in bed to sleep. But lately, doing just that proved to be a challenge in and of itself.

Since the discovery of your best friend's disappearance, you haven't been able to sleep soundly. Your once pleasant dreams had been taken over by unrelenting nightmares, each one worse than the last.
Every night, you would see it; the strange wisps of black mist that spoke to you in what sounded like several different voices at once, and those long, sharp, claw-like tendrils that would reach out and grab you, dragging you down into a bottomless abyss of endless torment and misery.

The details of your nightmares would differ each night, but the overall experience was generally the same; four strangers trying to survive and escape from a crazed, blood-thirsty killer.
The killer's face you could never clearly see, but you could see those of the survivors. You didn't know any of them, nor have you seen any of them before, yet you felt strangely connected to them some how, as if you had known them all your life.
Perhaps that's why the sight of their mangled, torn up bodies laid out in pools of their own blood, the sound of their bone-chilling screams, and the look of sheer terror in their eyes was enough to make you sick to your stomach. There were some nights where you'd have to get up and run to the toilet.

September 5th, 20XX

Tonight would be no different.

Tonight, you would see someone you most definitely recognized.

You watched as the killer downed their first three victims and hooked them, before setting their sights on the last. They made a mad dash for their target, stabbing them once, then twice in the back as the poor girl feebley tried to limp away, only to fall splayed out onto the ground.
The killer then climbed on top of her, flipping her over, and the face you saw made your blood run cold, nearly freezing solid in your veins.

C-...Claudette?!

You tried calling out to her, but no sound would escape your throat when you did. It was as if you had lost the ability to speak completely. All you could do was watch helplessly at what tragic fate would befall your friend.
What you saw next would mentally and emotionally break you. You watched as the killer leaned down to whisper something unintelligible into Claudette's ear before sitting back up, leaving a look of fear and what appeared to be confusion on her face. Then, it happened; a swipe of the knife so quick across her neck, you almost couldn't see it. Blood came spraying out of the wound soon after, like a fountain of red, her hands reaching up to grab her neck in a futile attempt to stop the flow, coughing and sputtering, even more blood pouring out of her mouth as her feet flailed and kicked up the dirt beneath her. Her face grew lighter and lighter by the second, and you saw the life leave her eyes as she drew her last breath, her hands and arms falling limply to the sides.

She was dead.

The girl you had grown so close to, had shared so many secrets with, and the first true friend you'd had in a long time, was just heartlessly slaughtered right before your very eyes.

No...n-no...!

This time there was a sound as you let out a blood-curdling scream of agony, the killer paying no heed to it as everything faded away.

You awoke to the sound of your own screaming, stopping soon after and gasping for air, your hand shooting up to your heaving chest and laying over your stampeding heart. You were drenched in sweat. The fresh memories of your most recent nightmare hit you like a freight train, and you could feel hot tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes, cascading down your face.
You rolled over onto your side and buried your face into your now soaking wet pillow, sobbing into it and holding it like a teddy bear.

Oh, Claudette...where are you...? Are you even still alive?

You feared you would never find the answer to these questions as you tried to calm yourself down enough just to sleep. That lingering math test in the morning was the least of your worries.

September 12th, 20XX

After that gruesome nightmare, you were terrified of sleeping, afraid of what you'd see next. You called it a day early and laid down in bed, giving yourself more time than necessary to try and get to sleep. To your pleasant surprise, however, all you saw was...nothing. Absolutely nothing, only darkness.
Could it be? Were the night terrors finally over? You certainly hoped so. It had been so long since you'd slept so soundly.
Feeling refreshed and having your mood significantly improved, you sat up to get ready for your weekend, only to feel...grass, and dirt?...beneath you? How did you end up in the courtyard?

Surveying the area further, it seemed you weren't anywhere near your college campus. Somehow you'd landed smack-dab in the middle of a dark, dank forest, with no memory of how you ended up there.
"The hell?" You wondered aloud to yourself as you rose to your feet. Looking down, you noticed you were already dressed in your (f/c) tank top and a black long-sleeved half jacket that covered your mid-waist and above, a pair of blue skinny jeans, and a pair of (f/c) converse. That's funny, you could have sworn you fell asleep in pajamas last night...

Just when you thought shit couldn't get any weirder, you heard the faint sound of...yelling?...coming from above you, that grew louder by the second. Before you could even look up, you were forcefully shoved to the ground, causing the wind to be knocked out of you. Something, or rather, someone, had very rudely landed on top of you.
"Surprise, bitch!!! This is what you get for coming onto our terf--" Your assailant tried to take a stab at you, but a mysterious force made the knife bounce off of you, sending the weapon flying out of their hand and clear across the forest, landing in some far-off bush. "The fuck?!"
"Would you please get off of me?!" You shoved the freak backwards and off of your small frame, their butt hitting the ground. You wiped the dirt off of your clothes as you got back up to your feet. "Now, then...who the hell are you, why did you hawk-dive onto me, and where the fuck am I?!"

"Heh..." The attacker chuckled at your crassiness before standing back up. Examining him further, you noticed that he was well-built, almost athletic in stature. He wore a grey hoodie with a black leather jacket over it, a pair of black on black converse, and some dark cargo pants with a belt made entirely out of what appeared to be bullets. His face was covered up by a white mask with drawn on eyes and a wide, toothy grin, with blood smeared across it. "Thought you were a pesky, trespassing survivor. So, I tried to stop you while I was ahead. But, I guess the Entity had other plans..." He walked closer to you as he spoke, stopping just a couple inches in front of you. He was noticably taller than you, but it wasn't hard to be, considering how short you were. He held out his hand to you, which was wrapped in dirty, blood-encrusted bandages. "Name's Frank. Welcome to Hell, dollface."