Maybe, Probably [A DBD Fanfiction]

Chapter 4

Frank found himself looking around the match, quite confused by the silent trial he was in. There weren't any generators being worked on and there wasn’t even the faintest hint of activity anywhere.

He walked over to the killer shack when a pallet was suddenly thrown over his head. He let out a terrified screech as he stumbled back. He looked around to see a very tired survivor giving him the finger.

“Hey Frank.” The voice growled the bags under his eyes seemed to drag his skin down as he stared straight into his eyes. Frank looked around before bringing his attention back onto him, tilting his head. “Are you alone?” He asked in disbelief.

“We have a winner, want a cookie?” They huffed, crossing their arms, shaking their head. “Just kill me already, I just want to sleep.” He leaned against the shack as Frank decimated the piece of flimsy wood. The sleepy boy watched as Frank got up, holding his head. It was Quentin, one of the survivors Frank had a soft spot for and he knew what needed to be done.

Quentin looked up at him, causing him to slightly step back in fear when Frank sat down, leaning his back against the wall. “I’m not going to kill you, I couldn’t bring myself to it. Besides, it’s not much of a challenge, isn’t it?” Frank asked him, tossing his weapon, letting it skid and falling into the depths of the basement.

Quentin blinked, looking confused at what had transpired. “So, you’re not going to kill me?”, “Nope.”, “So, you’re not going to stop me if I get the hatch?”, “Guess not, besides,” Frank took his mask off, looking towards Quentin. Below his eyes showed the start of the dreaded, faint purple skin that dragged, cursing the victim to a sleepy spell but was instantly put to shame by Quentin’s, “I find myself to be a little tired. If you want to, you can leave.”

Quentin gave him a weird look but thought about it. He could just turn and leave, find the hatch, and have an easy game. However, he could be thrown into another match and he only had enough energy for one.

“Fine but I’m running at any sign of funny business,” Quentin told him before sitting down at least a few feet away from him as he laid his head against the wall of the shack. Frank just smiled, closing his eyes when Quentin seemed to have something on his mind.

“Why were you talking to Nea? You two seemed like you were going to have a brawl.” Quentin told him. “Yeah? What’d she say?” Frank asked, turning his head to face him. “That you were an asshat and you tried killing her and everyone else. However, I seen you stalk us plenty of times so I knew it was bulls-”, “You’ve seen me???” Frank breathed, sitting straight up.

Quentin tilted his head, raising his eyes with the utmost disbelief. “No offense but even the Doctor could do so much better than you. You step on twigs, talk out loud, and your mask gives you away all the time.” Frank’s mouth hung open as he slowly looked forwards.

“Huh… I should ask Danny for tips…” Frank said slowly, making Quentin snicker. “Myers would be a great teacher.” He smirked. “Myers doesn’t even tal-,” Frank looked over at Quentin’s smug face, making Frank shake his head, “haha, very funny jackass,” Frank grumbled, showing Quentin his favorite finger.

A few more minutes of silence before, “Why did you stalk us for as long as you did?”, “For someone who didn’t want to do anything with me, you’re really talkative.” Quentin shrugged, crossing his arms. “I just would like to know why you were watching us. You are too much of an idiot to try and attack us.”

“I’m not an idiot-”, “That’s not the thing to focus on, please go on about your reasoning,” Quentin told him, making a small motion with his hand. Frank huffed, resisting the urge to pout by his words.

“I wanted to be accepted into your group. I thought it would be weird and awkward if I just randomly walked up and asked to join-”, “Because stalking is so much better.” Quentin mumbled, rolling his eyes. He brought his knees close to his chest, resting his chin on them. “In hindsight it was probably a bad idea.” Frank told him in a slow, annoyed tone while glaring at him, “but it made sense at the time.”

Frank looked down at his feet, making him sigh. “I missed being able to talk to others. I can’t talk to half the killers because there's either a language barrier or lack of in Myers or the Demogorgons case or it’s because they are pieces of shit that I rather never talk to or be associated with. You guys remind me a lot of my friend in a way and it makes me jealous.”

“Why would that make you jealous?” Quentin asked, tilting his head. “Because, I don’t always want to kill people. The first time was only because… I was afraid. When that guy grabbed Julie, I felt like my life was going to end. Going back to the family I did my best to run from or even jail time. It was selfish, so selfish my body acted out when I killed him.”

“So you only killed him because you cared for your gang?”

Frank didn’t respond. His hands balled up in a fist when he shrugged ever so slightly.

“They were there when I needed them and vice versa. We did everything from building up the abandoned lodge, from robbing random people, to stealing stuff we needed for the lodge. Though, I always thought that if something like that would happen, I’d just run. Just like I thought they would in return. But when she was grabbed, I just...I couldn’t lose my family. Not if I could help it.”

“You’re upset that you were able to save those close to you? I never did when it was Na…” Quentin began to explain but trailed off when Frank shook his head.

“That’s not why I was upset. I was upset because I forced those who helped me to finish off a war I started. To forcibly stain their hands with blood that would have never existed if I hadn’t. That I was able to sleep like a fucking baby when I had to comfort Susie when she would wake up at nights, crying. Having given her the fear of death, something I made look so easy to take someone's life and make them disappear.” Frank looked down at his hands, afraid of what he was and, possibly, what he is now.

Frank felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, looking over to see Quentin’s head resting on it. Frank blinked, about to open his mouth before Quentin hushed him.

“Listen, I don’t know how you’re feeling but I have an idea. Life sucks and makes people with good intentions suffer the worst of scenarios. I’m sure, without you, some of them may have never found a home,” Susie suddenly appeared in Frank’s mind, seeing her afraid and flinch when he had offered her his hand as if he was going to hurt her, “some of them may have never existed,” Joey.. the day where Frank had grabbed him from trying to throw himself onto the tracks. Frank yelling at him how stupid he was and how he had him no matter what, causing them to both breakdown and fall, holding onto one another, “and some never would've found themselves in a loving group.” Frank remembered when Julie was by herself, getting hit with paper or even books due to who her parents were. When Frank had gently tapped her shoulder and offered her to be in their friend group, he saw her smile for the first time since she was in school.

Frank smiled a bit while he felt Quentin slowly closed his eyes. “Yeah… I see what you mean. Thank you Quen-”, “Shhhhh, I’m trying to sleep, dummy.”

Frank chuckled but granted his wishes as he laid his head back, smiling as he had exactly what he wanted. Who needed Nea anyways? He felt his heart hammered hard in his chest as he felt his eyes slowly close, Quentin’s breathing being the last thing he heard before drifting off into a pleasant slumber.