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

Shape ~ For an eye

"Can you... can you at least explain to me what are you doing?" You asked, ready to knock her insane ideas out of her head.

Laurie sharpened her stick with a piece of broken glass.
"That lunatic wants to look at us? He gets what's coming to him" She only said.
"Who? What lunatic Laurie?" You asked again, hoping she's not talking about who you think she's talking about.
"Mike. Mike, that bastard" She hissed your way.

She hated him with each fiber of her body.
And so did he.
He wanted her dead.
And so did she.
A mutural relationship based on pure, distiled hate.

"He can try to look and stalk us... but what if he doesn't have any eyes..." Laurie raised the sharpened stick, looking over it triumphantly.
"Laurie, you can't mean this seriously!" You pleaded with concern.
It was not her you were afraid for. It was him.
You and mike have developed some weird yet strong bond together. You wouldn't say it was a relationship... just bond.
He let you touch him, talk to him and hell, even look at him.
If Laurie were to ever find out about your... thing with Michael, your life as a survivor would end.

Laurie was a good girl, you liked her too, but if you had to choose one, you'd know your pick.

"Oh I mean this dead serious. I did it once, I can do it again" She said, sharpening the stick once more. The piece of wood was pretty sharp already.

You couldn't let Mike get permanently blinded. You have to warn him of Laurie's crazy plan.
You quickly got up, only to feel that your mind was infested with black smoke.
You dropped down, right on your face, probably breaking your nose at the same time.
Your visison got darker and darker...
A new trial begins.

Through the darkness you heard nothing.
Pure quiet in the neverending dark.
Your body was floating.
You took a very sharp inhale, coughing up.
Everything came to light as soon as you took your first breath.
You have to warn Michael. You have to. You quickly got up, stumbling over your own feet and falling down again.
Who else is here with you anyway?
Where are you?
Azarov's. That's where.
You grabbed onto the car rumble, pulling yourself up.
You stumbled back yet again, but this time you didn't hit the ground. You were grabbed by your shirt's collar - from the back.
You looked up to see, the one and only,
Michael Myers.

"He-y Mike" You coughed a little. Both from waking up and being choked by your t-shirt. He didn't answer, as per usual, and only stood you up on your feet.
"Thanks... hey, I wanted to warn you" You said, straightening up your shirt.
He once again didn't even flinch.
"Laurie, she's made up a plan to jab your eyes out... to uh... not let you stalk us anymore" You explained with speed. Mike slightly twitched upon hearing the forbidden name.

God how he hated her.
The hate.
It fueled him on for so many years.
He'd walk through fire.
Crawl out of the pits of hell.
Just to murder her. Tear her limb from limb.
Watch her breath leave her lungs as he jabed his knife into her stomach, bleeding her like a pig.

"You have to be careful Mike..." You very nervously laid your hand on his arm. Even though he allowed contact, you often found yourself terrified to be doing such a thing.
Your hand carefuly pulled him out of his darkened thoughts.
He raised his hand, heavily landing it on top of your head. As if reassuring you that nothing could happen.
"No, you don't understand, I-I know it's going to happen" You pleaded for him to understand.
"She's got it all planned out Mike- You're not-"

"Let them go!"
You were silenced by a loud yell.
Laures came running from behind a corner, quickly crawling on top of Mike's back and succesfuly jamming her sparpened weapons into the eyeholes of his mask.
It got a loud grunt out of him. He grabbed onto Laurie, who was still attached to his back, and threw her over his back, slamming her to the ground.
It knocked her breath out.
He raised his bloody knife above his head, trying to stab onto her.
She rolled away in time.
Mike's knife hit the dirt.
Laurie quickly got up, still trying to catch her breath. She chose to ran away, leaving one stick still impaled in Michael's eye.
"Run (Y/n)!" She yelled before disapearing from your sight.
He bowed down, scratching on both, his mask, and the stick.
A generator growled in the distance.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Mikey, Mike stop. Stop stop" You stepped foward quickly, pushing his hands away. He looked up at you, and you swore you could see the hate-filled sight he had in his eye.
You could hear the anger pour from his heavy sighs.
He pushed you away roughly and pulled on the stick.
That was the first time you heard him yell louder than when he got hit over the head with a pallet.
He threw the stick to the side. You saw the eyeball impaled into the stick.
Mike only breathed heavy now.

You cringed at the fact that he pulled his eye out.
"Can I come closer?..." You asked, trying to keep it quiet.
You didn't get a response. As usual.
Mike had pushed his open hand on the painful wound, as if trying to supress it.
You slowly took steps closer, reaching out your open hands, to show you mean no harm.
"If you come with me now, I'll get you a med-kit, and we can help you... okay Mike?" You explained the situation calmly and clearly.
Sometimes it required you to explain stuff to him so he wouldn't lash out.
You only heard angry sighs from him. He must've been fuming with rage...
Such... disrespect to him. It must've felt so degrading, to be brought down by the one you hate.

You extended your hand at hip height, hoping he'd take it as an invitation to hold on, or at least follow you.
He did.
Mike could hardly see anything past the rains of blood coming from his eyes.
Another generator screamed.
You tried to carefuly lead him through the car rubble, towards the killershack, praying for a medical kit.
You were fortunate enough. There was one, with most needed components already taken out. But you'd manage.
"Go ahead... sit" You ordered quietly.

As per usual, Michael refused to remove his mask, and even your pleas didn't change his mind.
You didn't try to force anymore.
You struggled to clean out the wound from his, now, missing eye.
You did somewhat good, even though the wound was pissing blood.
The last generator howled in the distance soon enough.
"Listen, I'll have to go soon. You just... just get to your fire, I'll try to see you soon" You held the murderer's huge hand in between yours, reassuring him.
His other hand was lifted and landed on your face. It was trying to make it's way up on top of your head.

"I'll see you soon Mike" You quickly left the location, running away with all your fellow survivors, with Laurie having a really bright grin of success on her face.
You hated it.
You hated her.

As soon as you all ran towards the campfire, you continued running foward, going through the black forest, and ending up near the killers' campfire.
Of course you had to meet Mike off to the side, to ensure you don't get gutted like a fish.

Upon a quick inspection of his "face", you saw he once again had both of his dark eyes.
You exhaled calmly.
"I was worried you know" You said, happy that his eyes are back in. One thing the entity was good at.
A large hand landed reasurringly on top of your head.

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