Heathens - Dead By Daylight Killers x Reader

Chapter 4 - Informal Introduction

"One of you...?" You repeated the Wraith's ominous words aloud to yourself, failing to comprehend exactly what he meant. Then his answer to the last question you asked before you were unceremoniously knocked unconscious resurfaced in your mind:

"Because we're killers. It's what we do best."

"Wait...you're saying that...I'm a...killer...?" To say you were incredulous was an understatement. You couldn't believe this nonsense at all! You'd never killed a soul in your life, let alone physically harmed anyone...at least, not intentionally. "No...you're lying. That's impossible, I've never killed anyone in my entire life. I'm not anything like the rest of you, and I never will be!!"

The crowd of misfits before you merely laughed at your emotional outburst, finding amusement in your futile denial. The fact that you were tied to a chair didn't help make you any more intimidating, either.

"Tell that to The Entity," Frank chimed in, stepping out from the crowd a bit closer to you, his hands in his jacket pockets. "You had to have done something pretty fucked up to end up here, on our side of the hellhole."

"God, I'm so sick of hearing about this stupid Entity! What even is it?! What makes it so fucking special?! What kind of self-respecting god or deity creates a world where--" Your tangent was cut short by a pair of long, black, slender claws erupting from the ground on either side of you, just like the ones you saw in your nightmares back home. They wrapped themselves tightly around your torso, dragged you down and pinned you backwards to the ground, knocking the wind out of you. This earned you another round of laughter from everyone watching.

"That," The Wraith gestured down with his boney weapon to the appendages currently restraining you, "would be The Entity. And it doesn't appreciate any ill talk of its name, as you can see." He stepped back a bit away from you, allowing another to approach from the crowd.

From what you could tell from your spotty, swimming vision, this killer was towering in height and burly in build, with a white, jagged-mouthed mask covering his face. He knealt down to your level before speaking in a deep, gravelly voice: "Listen here, girlie. I've been here longer than anyone else, so I know just about everything there is about The Entity, and how this place works. You'd better be paying attention, cause I don't like repeating myself. Are you listening?"

Your ears were still ringing, your head still throbbing from the impact of hitting the ground, so you didn't respond to his words right away, mostly because he sounded like he was drowning.

The man grumbled in annoyance at your hesitancy. "I said--" He grabbed you by the neck, his large, calloused hand easily wrapping around it, and pulled your head up so that you were directly in his face, close enough to catch the tiniest glimpse of his dark eyes. "Are you listening?!"

You gulped and gave him the smallest nod of affirmation, as much as you could despite the death grip your neck was currently in.

"Good." He let go of your neck and let your head hit the ground beneath you, causing you to cough and cry out in pain simultaneously. "The Entity is the god of this world. It's what built this place from the ground up and brought all of us here, including you, and all those lousy survivors on the other side. It makes all the rules, and has total control and oversight on anything it wants. It's an omnipotent presence. It may not always choose to protect you from some minor types of bodily harm or environmental threats," He took your injured hand in his, looking at the rough abrasion the pinecone left on your palm. "But it always chooses to keep you from getting stabbed, bloodied, and killed, like with those two idiots." He gestured behind him with his thumb, addressing said two idiots who were watching and listening intently.

"Piss off, Evan." Ghostface retorted, his voice projecting calm and collectedness. "We were only doing what was expected of us. Well, at least I was. Can't speak for the teenage degenerate."

"Fuck you both! How the hell was I supposed to know she was a killer?! She looks as much like one of those whiney losers over there. And besides, she doesn't even remember how she got here! I very clearly remember what happened before I walked into this dump, as do the rest of us." Frank gestured to his three similarly dressed cohorts behind him, and they all nodded in agreement. Other killers voiced and expressed their agreement as well.

The man supposedly called "Evan" sat in silence for a moment, processing everything before speaking again. "Regardless, The Entity brought her here, to our side, for a reason. Her amnesia may just be a unique case. The memories and answers can always be found by digging deep enough into the archive, but it will have to be through her doing alone." Evan returned his attention back down to you, but still spoke loudly enough for the others to hear. "Anyway...the rules here are pretty simple. It works like this: every so often, when The Entity wills it, one of us killers get summoned into a trail against 4 survivors. Our job is to kill or sacrifice all of those survivors to The Entity, or as many as we can, so that it can feed off of their emotions and life essence until they're eventually wasted away into nothing. If we can do that, The Entity rewards us with different clothing and helpful items and powers for future trials, and in some cases, even things we used to use in our daily lives, before coming here." He reached into the pocket of his overalls and pulled out a notebook of sorts, flipped through it for a moment, then hid it away again. "If you're lucky enough, and perform well enough, maybe The Entity will decide to reward you with a token as well."

You lie there in silence, both in pain and trying to soak in all the new information the best you could. This was all too much to process in such a short time, how were you expected to remember everything? "And...what happens if I don't perform well? What if I don't hurt or kill anyone?"

"You get punished. Plain and simple. Don't want to get punished, then you better follow the rules and do your job." As if on cue, the claws restraining you uncoiled from around you, disappearing back into the ground. You took in a deep breath, a large weight being lifted off your chest as Evan pulled you up by the back of your chair and sat you upright. "As Ghostface over there already said, I'm Evan, also known as The Trapper. You'll probably get to meet everyone else eventually. Or not. I don't really care either way. At some point you'll have to think of what to call yourself, besides just (y/n). Doesn't exactly have a 'killer' ring to it."

No, you supposed it didn't, but then again you really didn't want it to. You didn't ask to be brought here, and you certainly didn't want to commit mass murder and torture upon innocent people for the benefit of some cruel other-worldly being. For now, you figured it best to just lay low, do the bare minimum of what was required of you, and find out as much as you possibly could about this weird dimension, so that, hopefully, you could find a way out of it.
"Okay...I think I get it. I'll play along with this sick and twisted game for now."

The Trapper nodded his approval, a thick black fog beginning to encircle him. "Smart thinking. I must be off to do my job now, but I'm sure someone will untie you and show you around." As soon as he said that, the fog enveloped him completely, leaving nothing in his place when it dissipated.

You sat there, looking doe-eyed at all the unreadable faces staring right back at you, and wondered who's mercy, or lack thereof, you would be subjected to next.

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(Alright, who do you guys want to show you around? Let me know in the comments! I'll go with the popular vote, or most requested.)