Masked Performance - A Dead By Daylight Fanfiction
- LECTURES 15
- Votes 0
- Chapitres 6
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture34m
Dernière publication mar., juin 10, 2025
When the spotlight fades, what remains?
Rina Koizumi was the darling of the Koizumi Theatre-a dancer defined by control, discipline, and impossible perfection. But when she accepts a haunting new solo performance known only as The Masque of the Void, something in the music begins to move without her.
What starts as obsession becomes transformation.
What was once performance becomes possession.
As rehearsals deepen and her world begins to unravel, Rina is forced to confront the possibility that this role is not a role at all-and the stage may be the last place she was ever truly herself.
A psychological descent into performance, identity, and the silence between screams.
She danced to become something more.
She may never come back.
Tous Droits Réservés
Rejoignez la plus grande communauté de conteursObtiens des recommandations personnalisées d'histoires, enregistre tes préférées dans ta bibliothèque, commente et vote pour développer ta communauté.
Vous aimerez aussi
BLACK SWAN
She dances. Even when her feet bleed. She smiles. Even when there's no one watching. She hears clapping. Even in the silence. No one gave her a name. No one remembers when she began. But the music doesn't stop. And neither does she. Because if she stops dancing- She might stop existing. This isn't a performance. This is a possession. The stage is cracked. The mirrors lie. The audience is gone. And yet, the Black Swan keeps dancing. But for how long? What's going to happen... when the music finally stops?Terminé
Fate's Design
Trigger warning: This story contains strong language, mentions of suicide, Eating disorder, and can be graphic to some readers. If you aren't comfortable with these topics, please continue with caution and take care of yourself. Constructive criticism is appreciated because I am not a professional writer or author, this is my first time writing a story. credits: Cover art by Rj, a freind of mine on Tiktok @rjcosplays21 Chapter 1 and 2 art by my sister Lux Rowena, a well known demon hunter has found herself in a dry spot in her hunting demons job. She decides to go for a walk in the woods. That's when she finds a mysterious woman passed out not too far off the path. curious about the woman's story, she waits for the passed out woman to wake up. Never in a million years would she have thought this woman would be cursed. Will Rowena find a way to break this Woman's curse?Terminé
An Unhealthy Obsession
⚠ mutual stalking, murder, voyeurism, somnophilia, dark content, dual pov, yandere behavior, toxic relationship, implied suicide, blackmail, unreliable narrators, gunplay, degradation Two people. Two obsessions. One shared sickness. You're just a barista-until the man with the crimson eyes starts coming in every day. Charming, quiet, unreadable. You shouldn't notice him. You shouldn't memorize the curve of his mouth, the time he arrives, the name he gives. But you do. And Sukuna? He noticed you first. Knew everything before you said a word. Knew your schedule, your habits, your bedroom window. You're sweet, naive-until you're not. Until you start watching him back.Terminé
The Entity Chosen.
In a realm where hope is a fading memory and survival is an endless game, one soul has been taken beyond saving. Liriyal, once a resilient survivor, has been twisted into the Entity's perfect hunter - a vessel wholly possessed, driven by a dark intelligence that knows the survivors' every thought, every hiding place, every weakness. As she stalks them, her eyes blaze with a blood-red intensity, and a haunting melody hums through the fog, echoing the eerie familiarity that unsettles her prey. No longer a friend, no longer a savior, Liriyal has become the ultimate predator, driven by the Entity's will to hunt, torment, and break every soul she encounters. She knows her victims inside and out, anticipating their every move and dismantling their hope with a merciless smile. Each trial is a cruel game, as Liriyal's presence serves as both a reminder of what she once was and a harbinger of the horror they can't escape. For those who dare to face her, the fog is thick, the darkness absolute, and the Entity's puppet awaits with open arms and a twisted grin. Disclaimer: I dont own any of the dbd characters or the game. only Liriyal who's my own OC.Terminé
Black Smoke
Yuta Okkotsu and Rika Orimoto romantically stalk you and form a plan to make you love them. - - "You heard the truth already, I want you." "Rika, what are we going to do with this one, she might be naughtier than you. Wanting us so badly after so few words were exchanged." Okkotsu said as the cursed spirit dissipated into a pile of smoke once again. Only for the girl to reappear right behind you. "We'll have to punish you~" Rika purred. - - Rika is both herself and more of a personification of the queen of curses. Rika is still a cursed spirit but can take human form.Terminé![Halloween [✓] (Michael Myers X F!Reader)](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/285203630-256-k453557.jpg)
Halloween [✓] (Michael Myers X F!Reader)
He was just a child. A six year old child. How could someone so small commit a crime of that magnitude? Your tiny head couldn't wrap itself around the situation at that time. For 15 years, Michael Myers was locked up in Smith's Grove Sanitarium- Haddonfield, Illinois. For 15 years, you, now 18 year old (Y/N) (L/N), have lived your life without him. But what happens when evil finds its way home again? A lot of stalking, paranoia and obsession happens, that's what. ♡ A Michael Myers x F!reader book that roughly follows the events of the original 1978 movie. ♡ Michael and the characters I use in this book belong to John Carpenter/the Halloween franchise! This is just for entertainment! ♡ Cover art put together by me :) left image is from Dead by Daylight ♡ Highest rankings: #2 in horror #4 in gore #3 in psychopath #1 in halloween *~*~* "Death has come to your little town, Sheriff."Terminé
Falling Apart ⎮By Miko_Koru ►Yaoi ● English.
Why do you hide ? You don't love it, but I love your face. It hasn't changed for me. Tomorrow, you will be able to look at yourself in the mirror with pride. I promis you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The characters in this story do not belong to me. This story may possibly offend the sensitivity of some.Terminé
Where The Walls Collapse- The Horror Story
The hallway was empty. But the silence had weight. When Élyne stepped into the abandoned building, she thought it was just a dare. A hallway. A few cracked tiles. Nothing more. Until the space bent around her. Until her breath didn't feel like her own. Until she realized the walls weren't just watching - they were waiting. Now she's back in her apartment. But her room feels... off. Her reflection lags. Her closet shifts. And the doorknob changed sides last night. She didn't bring anything back. She thinks.Terminé
Hornovell: City of flesh
The city is gone. The screams still echo. When Ariana awakens in the ruins of a world devoured by shadows, she discovers that survival is no longer about escaping death-it is about escaping madness. Every corner hides something alive. Every silence is a trap. The earth itself rots beneath her feet as the air fills with whispers that tear at her mind. Flesh becomes stone. Blood rains from the sky. Friends twist into monsters. But the true horror isn't the city. It isn't the creatures hunting her. It's the voice inside her head. A voice that tells her she belongs here. Ariana must battle not only the nightmares outside but the darkness blooming within her, before she loses the last fragments of her soul. Enter a descent where terror has no bottom, where hope is a lie, and where the only ending is written in blood.Terminé
Small Gestures Will Stick ~ Michael Myers x Reader ~
The smallest of gestures can stick with someone for a lifetime. Maybe sticking up to a bully for the weird kid in school could be a life saver? A Michael Myers fanfic TRIGGER WARNING: slurs, bullying, murder, gore INCLUDES: fluff, romance with a serial killer, maybe some lemon? ENJOY!Terminé
She dances. Even when her feet bleed. She smiles. Even when there's no one watching. She hears clapping. Even in the silence. No one gave her a name. No one remembers when she began. But the music doesn't stop. And neither does she. Because if she stops dancing- She might stop existing. This isn't a performance. This is a possession. The stage is cracked. The mirrors lie. The audience is gone. And yet, the Black Swan keeps dancing. But for how long? What's going to happen... when the music finally stops?
Plus d’InfosDirectives de Contenu