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

Cannibal ~ Glass

You peeked from behind a wooden building that was no larger than the killer shack.
Jane waited for your sign that everything was fine, so you two could sneak on by.

The killer that you were up against... the so-called Cannibal, was a peculiary dangerous one.
He weilded a chainsaw, much like the Hillbilly. Yet he didn't seem to posses the ability to rush at people with it. No, this guy was a butcher. He could put a large portion of people on the ground with just one swing of his weapon. Oh and not only that, he had a slaugher hammer. Once again, not as big as Hillbilly's, yet still very effective to fracture a spine.
And as if that didn't fill the book enough, he was absolutely obsessed with you.
It seemed that in every trial, when he saw you, he wouldn't go after anybody else than you.
Nea tried saving you several times by annoyingly turning her flashlight on and off to his face, which only earned her a broken arm and a loose of said flashlight.
Every match with him was simply a game of cat and mouse.

"(Y/n), snap out of it, is the coast clear?" Jane shook with you lightly. You quickly checked and gave her a nod.
She rushed towards a generator in a crouch, begining to clean it. You focused your sight on a chest not so far away.
Opening it up, you saw nothing else than some old clothes and rugs. You ramaged around in them, sometines finding random junk. Small pieces of metal, very dull scizors, broken glasses... ooh, would you look at that, a map. You're no cartographer, but this is still better than nothing.

"Hey, Jamie look-" You lazily turned to her, showing off the map, but were shocked to find the killer holding her close to his body, the bloody chaisaw at his victim's throat.
She wasn't hurt, yet.
Jane mouthed the words "Run." before the chainsaw was yanked upwards, slightly scratching her neck.
You couldn't move. You felt like a deer in the headlights, looking at it's inevetable end.
The killer, Cannibal, had his void black eyes glued on you. His breaths were fast and short. He waited for your reaction, ocasionaly nervously licking his lips.
Bubba felt insane when he saw you, and he never even managed to get this close.
As soon as you were going to say something, do something, Jane lift up her foot and kicked the killers knee.
He let out an ungodly pig-like shriek, grabbing onto it and letting go of Jane. She wanted to run away, but didn't get much far, as she recieved a blow to the head by Cannibal's hammer.
She staggered like a dying cow and fell on her fours, struggling to get away.
The killer didn't do anything though. He directed his attention back to you instead.
He made a couple of steps towards you, and you made a couple back.

"Leave me alone... what do you want from me?" You started out quietly, soon yelling out.
Bubba didn't know how to talk properly... and if, it was words that you shouldn't use in a polite conversation when you're trying to be friends with your crush.
He started walking towards you faster.
A chase it is.

You started running towards some random rumble you saw.
You jumped over an old washing machine, knowing the killer is far too large to get across. Thankfully you were right, as you heard his big fat hammer hit the washing machine, bending it. You turned to your left, dodging another close hit. You sped up, running into an old school bus. It was severed in half, most of the seats being torn out like guts.
As you tried jumping through a window, you didn't get enough momentum and the hammer slamed your arm into some pieces of glass  that still stuck to the window.
You let out a pained shriek, falling on your ass.
You couldn't waste time though. You carefuly grabbed the pulsing arm and ran to the house you and Jane woke up at.
The Cannibal was still getting out of the bus, so maybe you'd actualy have a chance of hiding.
You vaulted through a hole in the wall and ran into some sort of living area. You sat down behind a couch, sighing in both pain and exhaust.
After a while, you looked down on your arm.

Your fingers were twitching in pain that radiated from a large piece of glass stuck in your forearm.
There were not enough words in the english dictionary to describe the pain you were feeling at that moment.
And as if that wasn't enough, you felt your heart slowly start bumping again.
You carefuly peeked from behind the couch, seeing the large killer aproach.
You sighed, trying to figure something out...
In front of you was an unstable wall... no way you're getting through that though. Upstairs was only a hole in the ground that you'd fall through...
You breathed fast, feeling extra frustrated.
A single tear rolled down your cheek.
But that was only the begining of a larger stream of tears. You tried being as quiet as possible, but your body was just so over it by now.
You heard close footseps...
Somebody was walking on the wooden floor.
Bubba followed the familiar cries. He saw his tiny survivor hiding behind an old, green couch, sniffing in pain. He usualy didn't care for the screams of pain or pleas for help but...
He couldn't help but feel like this was his fault.
A part inside him moved...
A part that hasn't moved since... since he came here.
Bubba quietly walked closer, letting out quiet, ushering moans, as to not scare you any further.
As soon as you heard the horrid sounds you pushed yourself to the wall, looking up at the Cannibal.
"Leave me alone- please..." You tried pushing yourself away even further, but to no avail.
He only let out a quiet moan, dropping his hammer to the ground, and making you twitch slightly at the loud sound. Soon, even his chainsaw was put down.
With quiet moans, Bubba outstretched his arms to you.
He's never been this gentle with... with anything honestly.
The killer grabbed onto your arm, making you hiss. He grabed onto the glass piece, that seemed tiny in his large palm, and slightly twisted it in place.
"Ow!" You kicked out, trying to take your arm away from him. But his grasp remained strong. He pulled the glass piece out, letting only a small stream of blood out.
(Now remember kids, it's always safer to leave a knife or a glass piece inside the wound, before you can get some real help! It works as a plug for the blood!)
As soon as he let go of your arm, you pulled it back, still looking at him with hurt.
Bubba's eyes went from you, to the bloody glass piece.
The smell of fresh blood went in his nostrills and wrapped around his brain.
But he resisted.
He let go of the shard and let it fall to the floor. As soon as it did, he proceeded to step on it and crush it under his boot.
If you thought about it, kind of a cute gesture but... you still didn't have anywhere to run.

The killer crouched down in front of you, looking at you with his deadly black eyes.
Once again, he outretched his hands, laying them on your shoulders. He gently pulled you closer and rested the forehead of his face mask on yours. He closed his eyes feeling the warmth of your breath...
Bubba saw something similar like this in Drayton's telly. He couldn't exactly remember how it went though...
But he always wanted to touch you. In a way that didn't include blood spill or bone breaking.
You didn't exactly know what to feel at that moment.
This usualy bloodthirsty beast was gentle, and kind...
It was a nice change.

When the soft moment stopped and the killer pulled away, you were let go. He got up with his weapons, and nervously backed away from you.

You ended up sitting there, a new emotion stirring in your belly...

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