Heathens - Dead By Daylight Killers x Reader

Chapter 5 - Deadly Silence

Most killers in the group either looked around, or at one another. A few stood perfectly still, their gaze fixated directly on you. One killer in particular made you especially uneasy. They were in the back, but they were tall enough to where you could see their head and broad shoulders sticking out above the rest. They wore a haunting white mask, the eyes of it two black, emotionless voids. They seemed to almost radiate some kind of evil aura, or energy. You couldn't really explain it, but feeling their eyes on you made your skin crawl, sent an unpleasant chill up your spine, and gave you an overwhelming sense of dread. You had no doubt that everyone gathered here was bad or malicious in some way, but this one?

This one, you felt, was pure evil.

You prayed to God, if He even still cared about you at this point, that He wouldn't stick you with this monster.

The Wraith awkwardly cleared his throat before speaking again. "Well, since Evan has more...pressing matters to attend to, who would like to volunteer to show (y/n) around?"

A resounding chorus of inharmonious "Not it!"s were emitted from the crowd, from all but one. Their heads all turned to face the silent observer, parting and shifting to give them a clear path.

Apparently God's good graces didn't extend to the realm of The Entity.

The very same being you hoped to avoid was now stalking towards you at a slow, suspenseful pace, grasping an uncomfortably large, bloodied kitchen knife in their right hand.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach the closer they approached.

"Have fun, Michael! Try not to scare her off, will ya?" You heard Frank jeer from the audience, his cronies laughing along with him as they made a dash towards the far-off right.

"It's too bad we can't maim each other...cause I'd sure as hell ask you to cut off one of 'er pretty little fingers for me." The scratchy, drunken laughter that followed came from a rather unfriendly-looking clown, an old, fat, washed up one like you'd see at some freak show, or a run-down, shabby penny circus. "My collection could always use a new addition." You suppressed the urge to vomit as he gave you a wink and a rotten, cavity-ridden grin before waddling off somewhere, swirling some kind of liquid around in a glass bottle.

The silent giant said nothing, only stood and glowered down at you as he reached his position only an inch in front of you. You visibly jumped in your confinement as you jerked your head up, not aware of just how close he'd gotten.

"Eh, don't mind the Clown, he's a weirdo. None of us like him much." Ghostface approached you from the shrinking crowd and placed what was supposed to be a comforting hand on your shoulder, but it only served to worsen your gnawing anxiety. "Then again, nobody really likes anybody here. Except the Legion, those degenerates are inseparable. And the Twins, I guess, they showed up not too long before you did." He gestured behind him with his thumb to an unkempt, pauperish-looking girl, and what looked to be a deformed baby protruding from the right side of her bare chest. How unbothered she seemed by it dumbfounded you.

Apparently the confusion showed on your face, much to the girl's disliking. The look she returned to you held spite. You abruptly heard an inhuman shriek as the small life-form suddenly exploded out of her gaping chest cavity and made a beeline straight towards you. There was nothing you could do to defend yourself, being stuck fast to the chair, so you just screamed in terror as the tiny gremlin lunged for you, arms outstretched, gnarled teeth bared. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head to the side in an attempt to protect what little you could of your face.

Instead of the intense mauling you were expecting, all you heard were pained grunts and growls and far-off cries of anger and distress. You opened your eyes to your unexpected wordless savior, clenching the little abomination by the throat, writhing and struggling in his iron grasp. Normally, he would have snapped the small creature's neck like a toothpick without a second thought, but he recalled that The Entity's ever-lingering power and presence prevented the killers from doing such things to each other. Instead, he overhand threw him like a football back towards the girl, who caught him effortlessly, cradling him like a baby. With one last withering glare directed at you, she stalked away into the distant darkness.

"Well, that just happened." Ghostface observed, stating the obvious. "Guess I'll get going too, then. Got some new pictures to look through. "Have fun, you two~!" He waved his fingers at the both of you before turning around and walking off somewhere, leaving the two of you completely alone. 

You stared wide-eyed up at the imposing figure, who now was staring right back down at you, almost expectantly. You cleared your throat, which was slightly raw from all the screaming you'd done. "Um...thank you." An over-simplified and kind of lame display of gratitude, you thought, but it was all you could come up with at the moment. You were still a bit shaken by what just happened. Regardless, the huge man nodded his head in reply, as if to say,  "You're welcome." You recalled what Frank yelled earlier before running off, remembering that he referred to this killer as "Michael." 

"So, your name is Michael?" You asked. He nodded once more. "I'm (y/n), but you probably already knew that." You laughed awkwardly. He remained still and stoic, his gaze and attention never leaving you. You cleared your throat again before speaking. "I would shake your hand, but my hands are tied. Literally." You pulled at your bindings, hoping to loosen them, but they held strong.

Without warning, Michael raised his knife and swung it down at you. You screamed and recoiled on instinct, forgetting that you couldn't be physically harmed in this mysterious realm. Rather than the stinging pain you were sure was coming, you instantly felt your restraints come loose and fall off of you onto the ground. You blinked in surprise and looked up at him before leaning down to untie your ankles. He may be a bit...unorthodox about the way he does things, he's intimidating as hell, and he doesn't talk much, but he seems nice enough, you pondered. Maybe we could be friends? It wouldn't hurt to have at least one, considering I'm apparently stuck here, until I can find a way out...

Once you had unraveled the last tricky knot, you stood up from your chair of imprisonment, your spine cracking from being in a sitting position for too long. You smiled up at him and offered him your hand. "Thanks again. Nice to meet you, Michael, despite the circumstances."

Michael stared down at your outstretched hand for a few uncomfortable seconds before taking it in his own, completely enveloping it. Your hand felt so small and fragile compared to his. You shuddered to think at what sorts of awful things these behemoth hands have done, but tried your hardest to push those thoughts to the far recesses of your mind. When he didn't make a move to do anything, you took the lead and moved your arm up and down, assuming this wasn't something he normally did, or had ever done before. 

You tried to withdraw your hand, but his grip on it was unwavering, so you just stopped moving your arm. "So, you're going to show me around the place, right?" He nodded. "Lead the way then, Michael."

He slowly turned to the right and began walking forward to begin the tour, keeping your hand in his.

You swore you heard a faint clicking noise from somewhere behind you, but you couldn't be sure, so you just passed it off as your imagination.

You looked ahead to see where Michael might be leading you, but it was hard to tell. There were no signs indicating where anything was, and the forestry around you looked almost entirely cohesive. You hoped you wouldn't get lost, but you decided to trust your new unlikely friend to guide you. 

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"My collection could always use new additions, too...but unlike yours, Jeffery, mine doesn't consist of human appendages." Ghostface mused from his hiding spot behind a tree, admiring the unsuspecting shot that he just took of you. "I wonder what other faces I can catch you making, (y/n)...?" He chuckled darkly to himself as he headed toward his cabin, planning his next "candid" photo op.