Elsewhere, in the same dark and time-distorted dimension that you had somehow landed yourself in, a young woman ventured a little ways away from the campsite she shared with her fellow friends, teammates and survivors to find a patch of very specific flowers to pick as an offering to the Entity. The same deity that kept you from harm was also the one that brought all these other killers and innocent people together for an endless cycle of life and death.
It was hard for the young woman to stomach at first; being trapped in such a place with no way to escape, being forced to play the Entity's sick and twisted game, never knowing whether she'd make it out alive or end up a lamb for the slaughter; but over time, she grew to accept it, to adapt to it, just like all the others eventually did, and will. What she was now doing was a prime example of adaptation that both survivors and killers alike had discovered. If you brought certain items with you to a trial, or the so-called encounters with the killers that all survivors had to face, they would be "absorbed," so to speak, burned away into nothingness, but it would prove to have a noticeable, altering effect on the upcoming trial in some way, shape or form.
For the survivors, some items brought luck, others increased the chance of finding useful tools and other things in chests, and some items even affected the amount of fog present in the area, making it easier to blend in, keep hidden.
The flowers this young lady was looking for were known to reward survivors for doing certain things in the trials, such as being brave or altruistic, or simply doing what needs to be done and staying alive, which proved to be quite a difficult thing in and of itself. Even though the trials were always four survivors against just one killer, there was only so much the survivors could do to defend themselves, and only so fast they could run before the killer caught up to them, which is why these particular offerings were so crucial. Even if she didn't make it out of her next trial, they should help her get something useful out of the Entity for next time.Finally, she found what she had been searching for. A nice-sized patch of primrose blossoms was growing just across the way of the entrance into a nearby forest. She happily bounded over to the flower patch, knealt down and immediately set to picking them.
There should be more than enough here to take back to everyone else, she thought to herself. She was very empathetic by nature, always so considerate and putting others before herself, which is what made her such a great teammate, and her quietness and ability to blend into the environment around her made her excel at surviving as well. I wonder if I can find some crispleaf amaranth somewhere around here, too...Her peaceful flower-picking was suddenly interrupted by the distant, eerie tolling of a bell. She gasped and looked up from the ground the moment she heard it, immediately freezing in her actions. She had enough run-ins with The Wraith to know that hearing the sound of that infernal instrument meant that death was near.
It was then that she realized exactly where she was, her eyes wide and her mouth agape as she took in the surroundings in front of her. She was extremely close to the border, the place that all the survivors knew to steer clear of at all costs, and were sure to inform new recruits of it as soon as they could. The killers couldn't do anything to the survivors outside of the trials, so long as the surviviors stayed on their side of the "magic line". But, if a survivor were to cross over that line, into the enemy's territory, the protection would fade, and they most likely wouldn't be coming back out...at least not in one piece. She shuddered in fear, recalling the time Dwight had wandered too far and overstepped the boundary, having to drag himself back to the campfire all bloody, bruised and mangled, hanging within an inch of his life...it had taken a lot of time and medkits to get him back into fighting shape. She knew the same thing or worse would happen to her if she made the same mistake."If he rings his bell, that means he intends to either reveal himself or go back into hiding..." The woman said aloud to herself, hastening her activity, not wanting to be in such a dangerous place any longer than she had to, nor be the target of the killer in question.
Once she felt she had picked enough, she dashed away, returning to the campfire in a shorter amount of time than it took her to get to where she just was. She was a bit out of breath, so her arrival drew the attention of everyone sitting or standing around the campfire at the moment, which was actually everyone. This was almost never an occurence, so the fact that no one was stuck in a trial somewhere meant that something serious had to be happening."Oh, hey, Claudette," a young woman with bright blue eyes and red hair tied in twin braids raised a hand and smiled to greet her. "We were wondering when you'd be back."
"Yeah, you're just in time to haze the freshie!" A dark-haired man with an appearance as rugged as the way he spoke laughed out, his British accent prevalent in his speech.
Some laughed along with him, and some just rolled their eyes at his outburst, including a young, blonde-haired woman in a button-up cardigan. "What David means is," she began, "We have a new survivor."
As if there weren't enough poor souls trapped in this godless place, now there was another thrown into the mix? Claudette was surprised, to say the least, what with the more recent addition of The Executioner and his accompanying survivor, Cheryl Mason, so she didn't expect to see another new face for quite a while. Claudette deposited her flower harvest into the community offerings chest before making her way over to the crowd of people, parting just enough to give her a good view of the new face, and who she saw she almost couldn't believe. N-no way! There's no way that could possibly be--
"So, what did you say your name was?" A young girl with brown hair and brown eyes who was sitting next to the new person on one of the logs had asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
The new girl said nothing for a while, looking wide-eyed at everyone and everything around her, her knees pulled up to her chest. "K-Kiersten," the black-haired girl stuttered out. "Kiersten Jackson."
It was her, without a doubt. This was the girl that always used to pick on and bully (y/n) in grade school! She even ended up going to the same university as (y/n) too, although she didn't mess with her nearly as much as she used to. (Y/n)...that was someone Claudette hadn't thought about in a while. It was hard to tell exactly how long she'd been here, because time worked a lot differently in this realm, but it felt like years had passed since she'd talked to her best friend. I can only hope, that she's in a much better place than I am right now...
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"Do you think she can hear us?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"So pretty...I'd love to cut her into pieces."
"Is she dead?"
"Can I eat her?"
"Only if I get to cut off one of her pretty little fingers first, heheheh."
The sound of primal, animalistic growling pulled you back to consciousness, snapping your head up to take in your surroundings. You weren't alone anymore, at least, but at this point you honestly would rather be. You found yourself in a large forest clearing, surrounded by several strange figures, all with their attention fixated on you. Some were more grotesque and monstrous than others, and some were just plain creepy. Speaking of creepy, two such masks stuck out to you amongst the crowd, immediately recognizing Frank and the one he dubbed "Ghostfuck." Knowing they had previously tried to kill you, and probably still wanted to now, you knew better than to try and ask them for help. Instead, you tried to stand up from the sitting position on the chair you were seated in, only to find that your legs were tied to the chair legs, and your hands were tied up around the back of the chair as well, not leaving much means of escape.
Not having many other options, you decided to try and address your audience. "Wh-who are all of you? Where is this? What do you plan on doing to me?!"
"I see you're finally awake..."
You know you heard someone talking to you, but you couldn't see where they were, no matter where you looked. This earned some laughter from the onlookers in front of you, but you paid them no mind. "Who said that? Where are you?"
The very same wailing of the bell you heard before you woke up here rang out, and before you appeared a 6-foot-tall creature that looked like it was caked in dried up mud or dirt, wearing nothing but a cloak that covered only his upper torso, the rest was wrapped in bandages. In his hands, he held a large, metallic bell with a skull on top of it, and what looked to be another human skull with the spine still attached to it was in his other hand. "I'm right in front of you. And since you're here and somehow still remaining in one piece--" The creature glanced back towards Frank and Ghostface, who proceeded to look around in alternate directions while whistling inconspicuously. He turned back to look down at you, completely towering over you. "It looks like you might be one of us...(Y/n)."

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Heathens - Dead By Daylight Killers x Reader
FanfictionA series featuring you and all of your favorite dbd killers! Since the disappearance of your best friend, Claudette Morel, your dreams have since been plagued by horrible nightmares, and the presence of a strange, black mist. One day, you manage to...