Maybe, Probably [A DBD Fanfiction]

Chapter 7

Frank was incredibly tired but victoriously scratched out thirty lines on the wall, surpassing Julie just by two kills. He smirked, looking at Julie and Joey with a shit-eating grin. “No-fuckin’-way Morrison!” Joey slapped him on the back, laughing. 

Julie’s mouth remained opened as she huffed, crossing her arms. “That’s totally a made-up number.” She mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes. “Looks like you’ve been slacking~!” Frank teased, ruffling her hair. 

Susie was hanging back, giggling at the scene before her as they knew she wasn’t the type to compete. She didn’t like hurting people so, after what Frank had done to her, he quickly accepted her wish to not be involved. 

“Why were we even doing this? Bragging rights? Not much of a trophy.” Julie grumbled, making Frank snickered. “I never thought of you as a sore loser Jules~! However, you’re partly correct because not only do I get bragging rights, I get to be treated like the king I am!” He grinned, making Susie laugh, “You mean pretty princess!” 

All eyes turned to her, which made her extremely uncomfortable but relaxed when two out of the three had huge smiles on their face. “No…No!!” Frank yelled, turning and running off. The sounding of footsteps telling a story of their own while Susie began to get ready. 

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Quentin made his way toward the killer's boundary, having second thoughts of what he was doing but knew that he had to make it up to Frank. That match was the first time he was able to sleep without Dickface trying to molest him in his sleep again. 

He found himself at a large clearing that set off into different paths with the names of each one with a small sign. He looked around, his eyes focused on the names before finding one that read ‘Ormond’. 

He set down the path, looking around and being extremely on edge. He had borrowed Laurie’s knife just in case he needed to stab a bitch until he got closer to a familiar, yet different lodge. It wasn’t broken down as it was in trials. Lights were on and laughs rang out in cheerful tones, it was warm and inviting. Even the weather here wasn’t as harsh but just a slow fall of snowflakes that nested in his hair. 

Quentin shook his head, feeling the cold sting his cheeks. He walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments later, he saw….Frank? 

Frank had his mask on but was wearing a light pink top with a heart stitching, black shorts, with black stockings and black boots with pink lacings. “What the fu-” SLAM! Quentin blinked, before slowly stepping back and sitting down. “Ohhhhkay then, I’ll wait.”

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Frank had sat there while Julie went through her wardrobe while Susie picked out the pieces of clothing that would go together with him. Joey was secretly taking pictures to the point Frank had to put his mask on to keep his face from burning up. 

Once they had finished their fussing and finally finished, he slowly looked up at the mirror. His eyes widened at what he saw. A light pink top that was tied at the bottom to give it ‘character’ as Julie put it that had hand-stitched hearts on the left shoulder. The black shorts showed off the ass he was hiding. The light pink straps holding up his black stockings. This all finished with black boots with pink lacing. 

You know… I don’t look bad in this-” He told the gang, making Julie roll her eyes and scoff. “You think we would put you down like that? Hell no!” She laughed pulling Susie closer to her, causing everyone to giggle while Frank soaked up the sight before him. 

Until he heard a knock at the door, “Huh, I wonder who that is.” Frank wondered out loud, walking over to the door and opening it. He froze as his eyes landed on those he remembered gazing into during the killer shack slumber party. “What the fu-?” 

SLAM! Frank threw the door closed so fast it nearly splintered like a pallet, causing Joey to jump up. “Woah, woah there bud. We don’t have enough bloodpoints to replaced the door again.” Joey lectured him, waving his finger. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. Hey uh, I’m going to change and head out, I’ll be quick.” 

With that, Frank scaled up the stairs, taking three at a time. He put on his original attire and hurried back down the stairs and out the door, leaving all three of them confused. 

“You know, I think he’s hiding something.” Joey chimed in, making Julie give him a long, accusing stare. “Oh now you believe me!” 

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“So what was that all about?” Quentin asked, smirking. “I won a bet we had and uh, the girls decided to give me a makeover, it was nothing,” Frank told him, embarrassed.  Quentin chuckled, “Hey if you like doing it, don’t let me stop you. I think it’s cute.” 

Frank smiled under his mask, his cheeks dusting from the affection he was getting from the tired boy. “Oh! So why are you here?” Frank asked, making Quentin jump up slightly with a smile. “I want you to join us. I told the survivors how you gave me hatch and how you were genuinely misunderstood and Nea had said that she was also wrong about you. So, care to join us?” 

Frank looked down at the path that he used to walk every time he was free and smiled, feeling his eyes burn as his eyes watered up. “Of course!!” He exclaimed, bending down to hug Quentin, who returned the favor. 

“I’m glad, more of the fact I kinda promised you would.” He laughed nervously as they walked down the road. Frank smiled and kept up a conversation with him, but for the first time in the realm, a killer and a survivor friendship was made and the first time Frank wasn’t walking down this path alone. 

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Julie had looked through the window, seeing Quentin was outside when Frank had rushed upstairs. So excusing herself, she walked into the bathroom and propped opened the window, jumping out onto the snow-covered ground. 

She maneuvered her way around the house into earshot of what they were talking about. Her eyes burned as she held back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks when she heard that Frank was going to the survivor side. Why didn’t he tell them? Tell….her? 

“...someone that I can go to for advice.” Frank’s words rang in her ears as she watched him walking down the path, laughing and joking with a survivor. She gritted her teeth as she turned around and climbed back through the window. 

She will fix this. She will restore the balance that the Entity has set. She walked out of the bathroom, grabbed her knife that was on the table, and walked out. Joey looked at Susie then towards Julie with his hands in the air, exclaiming, “Holy shit! Who’s leavin’ next? Is there a fire or a party, why don’t we get invited, Susie?” 

Julie scoffed. 

“It’s because he never invites anyone to the fun.”