Hooked on lovin'! (Dead By Daylight x reader)

Wraith ~ Basement meetings

You guys were in luck!
The killer was being clumsy the entire trial.

You and another survivor named Jill Valentine were repairing a generator. As soon as you felt the presence of the killer nearby, you left your work unfinished.
"Hey! Get your merry self back on the gen!" Jill grumpily barked, grabbing your wrist tightly. She was always a bit rude to everyone. It was because she didn't trust so easily. But when needed, she could be a team player.
"Oh kiss my ass for once" You freed your hand from her pale grasp and looked from behind the wreckages.
You saw your red haired fellow, Megara Thomas, chasing around with the killer. She was always good at running around with them.
Used to be a competetive runner for god's sake.

Your eyes stuck to the killer mostly though.
It was a tall, dark creature with three or four distinctive white stripes on his face.
His shoulders were very wide, covered by a small, torn coat and a strange, but horrifying weapon hanging in his hand.
It seemed to be a human spine, with the skull still attached, and a blade coming from it's mouth.
Just as you watched him raise the death item above his head to slash at the poor survivor, he got hit across the head with a pallet.
'Owww...' You made a pained grimass. You knew from personal experience that those things were unimaginably heavy. It was hard to pick them back up, and even harder to get them across your head.
The killer let out a pained, laggy yell. Not like anything you've heard before. It even tugged with you a little.
The killer looked up at Meg and shouted at her with that same laggy scream.
He unbuckled a large bell from his belt and hit it a couple of times with the spine blade.
His body imidiately turned to dust, leaving only shaky air, that left the area.

"Hey! Stop eyeballing the damn Wraith and come help me!" You felt a kick to your leg, as well as an annoyed voice of your friend.
"Yeah yeah fine... sorry..." You scratched your cheek and went back to repairing the generator.
But even after it was done though, you couldn't stop thinking why the killer just left. They hardly ever do that...
Maybe...
I mean what if you try to find him?
He was pretty hard to see in his cloaked form but you wanted to know why he gave up on everyone.
He didn't even care about two more generators getting repaired.

You ended up wandering into the killershack. You might as well check the basement for any goodies.
It was a bit of a plunderer's instinct.
You went down the creeky stairs, imidiately getting shivers. The place was colder than anything in this damned place.
Quiet howls and screams of the lost souls echoed through the yellow cracked walls of the basement, scaring you a little more.
But... one voice... it sounded different.
It was quietly sniffing.
You crouched down, unsure from where the sound came from.
You sneaked towards the red lockers and peeked around the corner, seeing something a little unexpected.

A killer, sitting on the brown chest and holding his weapon close to his chest, sniffing quietly as his milky white eyes shined.
What is the responsibility of a survivor in this situation?
Do you run? Do you talk?
To be fully honest you wanted to do both, but your curiosity got the best out of you.
"Hmhm..." You cleared your throat, still hiding half of your body behind the snapped wood wall.
The Wraith's head jolted up, his empty eyes drilling a hole into you.
Even though his skin always looked like he was made from wood, you saw an emotion in it. An emotion that wasn't very nice to see...
He was obviously hurt, both from the pallet and the bullying.

"Hey... tall guy..." You quietly spoke, creeping slowly closer. The Wraith straightened his back and prepared his spine blade.
"Whoa whoa, okay, I'll stay back I understand" You quickly spoke, raising your hand and scooting away a little. The killer angrily sniffed and looked to the ground before looking back at you.
"This... is gonna sound a little awkward... you think you could move?" You asked, nervous from the killers response.
He tilted his head.
"F-for the chest of course. I don't wanna like, sit near you or something" You quickly explained to him. Why did you say that??
The Wraith sighed and dramaticaly got up. We was much taller up close. Hell, he was entirely bigger.
He took a step behind the chest and kicked it towards you, making it slide on the floor. You gave him a fast shy smile and started opening it up.

You were so into the search of an unknown item, that you didn't notice the killer slowly creeping closer.
You lift your head to look at him.
"Can I help you?" You nervously asked. The Wraith simply motioned with his head for you to continue searching the chest. Was a killer actualy interested in something else than killing? Perhaps...
You continued to search.
The Wraith slowly crouched down, his long slender fingers grabing onto the oppened top of the chest.
You could feel his white eyes looking at you. The man was very distracting.
His long hand made it's way down to your head and grabbed onto your (h/l) hair. He held the strand for long, probably waiting for any kind of reaction from you. He got none. You tried to ingore him to the best of your abilities.

"Why did you go down here anyway?" You finnaly asked the question that bothered you. A toolbox. Now? Really?
The Wraith sighed, turning around. He reached for something in the darkness and turned back around. He was holding his deadly weapon.
"No no no, please I didn't mean it like that!" You quickly begged, wanting to move away from him.
He laid the rusty blade of his weapon near your ear and quickly slid down. Before you knew it, the strand of hair he was holding, was in his hand free.
"Hate loosing..." The wraith quietly said, studying the (h/c) lock.
"Whoa... you can..." You asked in amazement, not even worrying about your barber loss.
"Yes..."
"Can, can others do that too?"
"Mostly..."
"Whoa..."
His voice sounded as if you were dragging your breath back and trying to talk. He also had a very faint accent. Like Nigeria or something of the sort...
You stared at the tall killer in mazed silence before asking another question.
"Why do you hate loosing?"
The Wraith's eyes went from the strand of dead hair to your face.
"Punishment..." He simply and quietly replied. As much as you were amazed at his ability to speak, he didn't seem to be far too much of a chatter box.
"From who? The other killers?" You asked. You got a simple head wiggle.
"From... the Entity?" You asked again, the basement groaning with exitement as you said the cursed name.
The Wraith looked back to the strand of hair and nodded in silence.

The last generator howled, making the both of you look up.
"If you don't sacrifice anyone you get hurt?" You asked, a bad plan slowly hatching in your mind.
You recieved a nod from the killer.
"I'll stay here" You sat down on the ground with a tired smile. The killer sighed, already feeling there was no way he could argue with you. He rolled the lock into a ball and set it into a small pouch pocket that was on his belt.
He bent down and grabbed you under your armpits like a child.
He lift you up all the way to his face.
"Why." He... asked? It was hard to determine.
"I... I don't want you getting hurt" You lift your shoulders, an awkward smile on your lips.
The killer silently walked with you over to one of the meat hooks.
"Apologies..." He said before he slammed your body onto the hook. You held back your yell, only a moan of pain coming from your lips.

Your body hung limp for a longer time, as the Entity's hungry claws formed in front of you. Your hand suddenly moved. It was brought up by the Wraith. He left your pale hand lay in his dark one.
"We will talk soon..." He quietly croaked before you got stabbed in the stomach by the Entity. Your soul got lift high, the gentle hold of Wraith's leaving as well.

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