Doctor (DBD) x Reader
(Why do I do things I don't wanna do? Oh right, I'm a people pleaser. And here we have author-chan doing things to Reader that she wants to do to herself. Sorry reader-san, I love you ❤️)
Feeling a large hand wrap around my throat made me realize just how terrifying these trials were. Don't get me wrong, they're pretty scary on their own, but that was only because I've always escaped. Not this time, I could tell right then and there I wasn't going to make it. The doctor lifted me up by my neck, grasp like iron as electricity shot into my skin. And before I knew it, I was launched like a rocket. A sharp pain flooded through my entire body as I felt as though my spine was cracking, and it was like my ribcage was rattling with each breath I took as I pushed myself onto my feet. Blood pooled out of my mouth as I glanced at the survivor count, grimacing seeing I was the last one to be alive. Hearing his maniacal laughter ignited fear in me, and I steadied myself before limping away, finding a place to hide. The further I walked, the more blood I spilled, leading him right to me. Well, I didn't know they until I heard footsteps coming up behind me. Looking down, I saw blood trickling onto the grass, and I knew right then I fucked up. Electricity was crackling loud in my ears as both of the doctor's hands hovered around my neck. Tears rolled down my face as I clenched my eyes shut, "it's just for the trial.. it's just for the trial... Herman just get it over with! Please!" He faltered as I said his name, but soon regained himself as I leaned back and kissed his arm. The volts were possibly up to 50,000 as waves of paralyzing agony rolled through my body. Everything stopped so abruptly, and I wasn't alive when Herman pressed a kiss to my neck.
Waking up at the campfire was the last place I wanted to be, I didn't want to be with a bunch of complainers and whiners. While the legion whine and complain too, it's about trivial things like games and pumpkins... don't ask why it's pumpkins but pumpkins. These people... survivors as the killers like to call us, like to complain about the trials and how life is practically hell. Yeah, Dwight, we're all going through the same thing. Your not special, so shut up you dumb fuck who doesn't have good plans. It felt like I was walking forever until I reached the killers' side of the forest, ready to bombard Herman with kisses as forgiveness. Sally was the first to spot me and floated over to me, grasping my hand in her ice cold one and leading me to where Herman was. He was in the memorial institution, stowed away in his office alone. The old record player I gifted him was playing some 1960s music, and I swayed into the room, humming along as he barely paid me any mind. Sally left us alone as I danced my way to Herman, kissing him on the cheek when I got close enough. He reached out his hand and I gladly took it, sitting on the stool he supplied me as I played with his fingers. It was peaceful in here, and we were both glad for the silence.
