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sataniquepanique · 2 years ago

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The Queen of Hellfire: Part One

Part One: Labyrinth

Summary: Two women had a monumental impact on Eddie Munson's life: his mother, and Meg.

Genre: angst, some fluff, Eddie x OFC

Warnings: mentions of DV, mentions of alcoholism, trauma responses, smoking

Word Count: 8.8k

A/N: I'm very interested in knowing Eddie's backstory, so I created something with that in mind. I always imaged Eddie being a shy kid, who eventually grew into the character we know and love. I have a few chapters planned. This is my first go at an OC, so go easy on me <3

September, 1980

The hallways of Hawkins High were stifling; even though it was September, summer still had a vice grip on the state of Indiana with no immediate plans of letting go. Eddie was nauseous. The heat paired with his nerves about the first day of freshman year were eating away at his internal organs; it would be a miracle if he made it through the day without spewing all over the hallway. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to tame the short curls in what he knew was a futile attempt.

Mental note: never shave your head again, Munson; the growing out phase is painfully embarrassing.

No one could guess by his calm demeanor that Eddie was fighting the overwhelming urge to sprint all the way back home to Forest Hills, seeking the asylum of his room, back to the safeguard of Uncle Wayne. A neutral expression hid the fear coursing through his body like poison; he had gotten very good at masking over the years, a mechanism he picked up back when he was in the care of his parents.

He gripped the strap of his backpack tighter, the old canvas bag had seen better days. What was once black, is now a deep, dull gray, littered with small tears, scuffs, and a few painted doodles. Duct tape was basically holding it together at this point, having used it throughout middle school and abusing it almost daily by cramming each pocket full of novels, DnD manuals, firecrackers, and any other bizarre paraphernalia that peaked his curiosity. Money has always been tight, even with Uncle Wayne working overtime at the plant, so back-to-school shopping was non-existent in the Munson household. Any new clothes that Eddie owned were more than likely shoplifted by the young teenager, the rest of his meager wardrobe consisting of thrifted pieces mixed with Wayne’s old hand-me-downs. He had only recently started fitting into his uncle’s clothes, having finally started to grow into himself within the past year. Though they were all still a size too large, Eddie would frequently wear one of Wayne’s old flannels; the threadbare fabric brought comfort on days where he just wanted to disappear.

Days like today.

Grasping a class schedule in his fist, Eddie quickly maneuvered the crowded hallways, careful to avoid eye contact with any upperclassmen as he searched for his locker assignment, number 116. Wedged between the biology lab and the library, the small expanse of lockers revealed numbers 105-125. Tongue poked out in concentration, he spun the dial a few times, trying to remember the combination.

31.

17.

…2?

Yeah, 2.

According to the crumpled grid in his hand, he had the earliest lunch period, meaning only two classes stood between him and sneaking outside to read in solitude. Tossing some textbooks into his already over-stuffed bag, he slammed the metal door shut and made a beeline for English. The thought of 40 minutes full of literature calmed his nerves a bit. Books had always been a safe haven for him, even as a young child. His mom had read to him often, almost every night before bed, painting his imagination full of far away worlds and magical creatures. Beneath his bed were always piles of books, hidden away from his father who would more than likely try to throw them in the garbage given the chance. Eddie would escape to his fantasy worlds when things got tough; frequently hiding in his closet to read while his dad was storming around the house in a haze of alcohol and anger.

In Middle School, he was a frequent flyer in the guidance office, usually for talking out of turn or pulling a prank on an unsuspecting student; but during the end of 7th grade his counselor called Wayne in for a meeting. Eddie was doing poorly is most of his classes, and his uncle immediately jumped to his defense, citing the visible intelligence of the kid, one that the counselors agreed wholeheartedly upon. He wasn’t dumb by any means, he just wasn’t being challenged, leading to him slacking off and not completing any of his work. They explained at length about how smart Eddie was, providing written statements from teachers about his knack for building narratives and the quickness at which he could problem solve. The solution provided was to put Eddie in some accelerated classes, to which he gave a stark refusal. The other kids had already labeled him a weirdo, with his tattered clothes and quirky interests, he didn’t need to add anything else to the list. Eventually, through the coaxing of Uncle Wayne, he agreed to Advanced English. As it turns out, AP English was one of the best things to happen in the young boys life. Mrs. Lewis incorporated so many great literary masterpieces into her curriculum, even doing a deep dive into the writing style of Tolkien, Eddie’s favorite.

This year, he chose to forgo enrolling into any higher level classes, wanting to make a fresh start in high school; a clean slate where no one knew his name. He could fly under the radar and just be a normal teenager, no more bullies, no more taunts. High school would be different.

———

The exit door was across the cafeteria, flanked by long tables filled to the brim with rowdy students, conversing loudly and adding to Eddie’s already overwhelmed senses. As his eyes scanned the occupied tables, he noticed the numerous other freshman that had seemingly found their respective cliques. A storm of jealousy and sadness formed in his gut; he didn’t have any friends in his grade, so like with most things throughout his life, Eddie was on his own. His two partners-in-crime, Gareth and Jeff, were younger and still in Hawkins Middle, and although he knew he’d see them after school, it doesn’t do him any good as he stands in the proverbial lion’s den. Making friends was never his forte, choosing to keep to himself for the most part. After growing up in a broken home, Eddie had grown accustomed to loneliness; it had made him apprehensive about anyone and anything, so getting into his tight knit circle was an exceptional feat.

Clutching a tattered copy of A Wizard of Earthsea, Eddie hiked his backpack up higher and quickly snuck towards the door to the outside patio before anyone noticed him. Head down as he reached for the door handle, his body crashed into an immovable object. Dazed, he looked up to see the largest boy he’s ever seen, clad in a white and green Hawkins Tigers football jersey, blocking the exit and staring down at him menacingly.

“Where’re you headed, dork?” He spat, teeth showing somewhere between a snarl and a smile.

Eddie tried to push his way past, “I-I’m just going outside—“

The jock slapped the book out of Eddie’s hand, the paperback losing a few pages as it bounced off the floor. He stared at the large boy’s chest, too afraid to look him in the eye, but also too scared to move.

“Well…?” The older boy motioned towards the floor, “are you going to pick your shit up or just keep staring at me like some sort of homo?”

The slur caused Eddie’s throat to constrict, bringing back memories of his father hurling the same exact insult at him a few years back when he had first attempted to grow out his hair. Swallowing the bile in his throat, he bent down to pick up his novel, only to be kicked over by the linebacker, head hitting one of the metal chair legs of a nearby table. Eddie shakily started to get up, as the other boy moved to push him over again, only this time someone stepped in between.

“Enough, asshole!”

Her voice was demanding and strong as she squared up in front of a boy that was at least twice her size. Eddie peered around her legs, trying to make out the expression of the older boy.

“Fuck you, Meg,” the jock barked, any hint of a smile wiped from his round face.

Eddie glanced up at the girl as she shifted her weight slightly to one hip.

“Oh Petey,” she crossed her arms mockingly as she coo’d, “you wish you could be so lucky.”

The jock (now understood as Pete apparently), clenched his jaw, the tips of his ears growing pink.

“Go back to your gang of fuckin’ losers, crazy bitch,” he steps closer to the auburn haired girl, looming at least a head taller, but she doesn’t flinch. Eddie watches as she tilts her gaze upward to meet Pete’s beady eyes, straightening her spine as a threat.

“I’ll show you fucking crazy, Petey boy. Is that what you want? Remember what happened last time?” Her voice was calm, but something in the tone visibly effected Pete. He pushed past her, glaring down at Eddie still cowering on the floor.

The mystery girl watched him leave, finally turning her attention to Eddie, squatting down to help pick up the scattered pages of his novel.

“You okay?” Eye level with him now, Eddie looked at the face of his savior.

He swears the blue of her eyes is his new favorite color.

Her face was soft as she searched his own for a response. He grabbed the destroyed paperback quickly, averting his gaze, “y-yeah, I think I’m good. Uh—thank you.”

She handed him the loose sheets of paper that had fallen out, “You’re a freshman, right?”

Eddie nodded, shoving the book in his backpack. His eyes drifted back to her, taking in the numerous patches on her black denim jacket that was a few sizes too large. KISS, Queen, Iron Maiden, and a few other graphics he couldn’t make out littered the worn garment.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” The girl stood up, pointing casually over towards the back of the cafeteria. Eddie rose off the floor and followed her finger; a table of four students of varying grades was posted up in the furthest corner, clearly in a heated discussion about something. If he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to follow this girl, but every part of his body was screaming at him to run away to seclusion. Uncle Wayne’s voice popped in his head, gruff but encouraging, “do it kid, put yourself out there.” Tossing his backpack over a shoulder, he gave a shy nod, and the girl smiled.

“I’m Meg, by the way,” she held out her hand, a formality which, to Eddie, made her seem older than she was. She couldn't have been more than two years his senior. He cautiously took her hand, squeezing slightly as she shook it.

“Eddie,” he managed as they approached her lunch table.

“Well, Eddie the Freshman, welcome to the Island of Misfit Toys,” she motioned towards her group of friends, and something in Eddie’s chest sparked a feeling that could only be described as belonging.

The kids before him were all dressed in shades of black, three sporting shirts from bands he loved. One of the boys was standing with a leg perched on a chair, waving wildly while he argued with a mousy-haired kid across the table. A small blonde girl sat beside the latter, laughing occasionally at their antics while she watched the banter like a tennis match.

“Guys!” Meg called, breaking the attention away from the raven-haired boy on the chair.

“This is Eddie, he’s gonna sit with us, today’s his first day,” she said, rounding the table to sit next to the tall kid that was still leaning on the plastic chair, the one who was now glaring at Eddie. The group went around introducing themselves, the small blonde named Kate was very sweet and moved her bag for Eddie to take up residence next to her. The boy beside her was Rick, he wore a weathered denim jacket atop a Led Zeppelin tee that reeked of weed; his incredibly chill demeanor made Eddie instantly like him. A boy named Matt was seated at the end of the table doing homework. He had round glasses that made him look extremely smart, not to mention the stack of textbooks in front of him with numerous papers and bookmarks scattered throughout. The tall argumentative boy finally sat down next to Meg, reaching across to steal a carrot from her lunch. After a few silent seconds, it was clear he had no intention of introducing himself.

Meg pulled her lunchbag away from his reach, “…and this is Adam, he’s a piece of shit,” she joked, the boys angular face finding her cheek where he placed a chaste kiss followed by a playful bite. She smiled, giving him a shove as he grinned deviously.

“Eddie,” Adam turned his focus towards the other side of the table, eyeing up the new freshman, “we were just discussing our latest campaign,”

“—you mean Meg’s slaughter-fest?” Matt interjected, looking up from his work.

Meg smirked from across the table, putting her hands up in defense, “Listen, it’s not my fault you’re unlucky in combat.”

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat, “Wait…are you talking about Dungeons and Dragons?” He asked quietly.

The table stared at him like it was obvious.

“Yeah, we have a weekly party that gets together. We rotate houses and make a night out of it,” Kate chimes in, her eyes were kind as they blinked up at Eddie.

Uncle Wayne had gifted him with a Dungeon and Dragons Basic Set for Christmas a few years ago, not entirely understanding what it was, but knowing that his nephew was so enthralled by anything fantasy that he was eager to contribute to the boy’s interests. Eddie was hooked the second he saw the cover, quickly involving Jeff and Gareth to create a small adventuring party. They learned as they went, letting Eddie take over DM duties and hosting one-shots almost every weekend. The three of them had been teased in middle school for playing, but it hadn’t bothered Eddie because he at least had his friends by his side. He wasn’t about to give up D&D now that he was in high school, but he was also not about to advertise the fact that he played, afraid of the ridicule he’d face at the hands of older kids. He understood the perception of the game, the claims of satanic indoctrination and ritualistic practices. To say he was shocked by the open admission of a functioning high school D&D party would be an understatement.

“Do you play?” Meg’s voice brought his heart rate down, meeting her gaze with a shy smile.

“Uh, yeah. I’m not very good though…” he looked down at his hands, knowing that he was selling himself short.

“Gotta start somewhere, right?” She offered happily.

He felt safe with her, something he hadn’t experienced this quickly since being taken in by Uncle Wayne.

“I actually DM for my party,” Eddie mumbled, not sure why he was being so open with this group of strangers.

Meg’s eyes went wide, “Wow, really? That’s amazing!”

Eddie liked the way her eyes crinkled at the edges when she smiled.

“I DM for this group—“ she motioned towards her friends.

“—yeah and she’s fucking ruthless,” Adam rolled his eyes.

The sound of the bell made Eddie jump, the shuffling of the cafeteria growing louder as everyone made their way to the next class. Meg stood up, swinging her bag over a shoulder as she bent down to whisper in Adam’s ear, “Yeah, but you like when I’m ruthless.”

He smirked, pulling her down into a fierce kiss before she returned to full height, running a hand through Adam’s dark curls.

“C’mon Eddie,” she motioned to him, “I’ll walk you to your next class.”

He practically jumped to follow her, trailing behind as she effortlessly weaved her way through the throngs of students. She asked him questions about himself, something that threw him off; no one ever really cared enough to inquire about his interests, save for Wayne. Consistently being written off as “the problem kid”, growing up he was always being told by adults that he was “too much” or “annoying”; the comments shut him down, at least in public, forcing him into a reserved shell that only broke around the three key people in his life. Meg seemed to have no problem opening up to him, and Eddie was a little jealous of her confidence. Even the gait in which she walked was one of self-assurance, and he struggled a little to keep up, occasionally tripping over his own timid feet. Meg gave him more insight into her world; she was a junior, her other hobby is writing, and her favorite band is Queen. Eddie wanted—no, needed—to know more. He wanted to discuss literature with her, wanted to drive around and listen to A Night at the Opera with her singing every lyric beside him.

“The party is meeting tonight to do a planning session for the next campaign, wanna join?” Meg stopped at Eddie’s World History classroom, spinning on her heel to face him.

The invitation gave him pause. He felt weird joining a different party from his own, but he didn’t want to pass up any chance to get closer to her.

Swallowing any bit of apprehension, Eddie nodded.

Meg suddenly grabbed Eddie’s hand, pushing up his flannel sleeve and uncapping a pen with her mouth. Scribbling onto his forearm in a rush, she winks as she starts to walk backwards down the hall.

“That’s my address, come over at 7!” She calls before turning around.

Eddie looks down at the note on his skin, tracing a finger where she had held so delicately onto his wrist.

———

By the time they got to Meg’s house, Wayne was already 100% tired of hearing about her. Eddie had talked about her the entire ride over, annoying the daylight out of his uncle who had graciously offered to drive the boy across town on his night off. When Eddie jumped out of the car, Adam’s yelling from inside the rancher permeated the front walk; he couldn’t tell if it was serious or in jest. Eddie rang the doorbell, hands shoved into his pockets nervously. Just as he glanced back at Wayne driving off, the door swung open, Meg breaking into a wide smile at the sight of him.

“Hi!” She chimed, opening her mouth to say something else but interrupted by another outburst courtesy of Adam.

“—DUDE! Come on!—“

Eddie grimaced slightly and looked at Meg’s annoyed expression, “What’s got him all revved up?”

She rolled her eyes, “Who fucking knows…”

Moving over and motioning him to come inside, she shut the door and ushered the him into the living room where the rest of the lunchroom crew had gathered around the coffee table. Meg took a seat at the head of the table, as Eddie moved towards an empty spot next to Rick.

“Eddie,” she called, “sit next to me, as a fellow DM I’d love to get your input on some stuff.”

He bowed his head as he took a seat beside her, trying to hide the rush of blood to his face.

The session went well, Eddie had never played with this large of a group before and it was a lot more fun than the threesome he was used to. Towards the end of the night, after a particularly divisive decision, Adam got agitated again. Eddie watched from the end of the table as he argued with Rick and Kate, voice rising as he stood and began to point his finger aggressively at the two of them. Eddie felt his heart start to race, an involuntary reaction due to his early years of hearing his parents violent outbursts. Clasping his hands together under the table, he willed his body to stop shaking, taking deep breaths through his nose.

Adam slammed his fist onto the table, scattering miniatures and making Eddie jump.

Meg leapt up and put her hand on Adam’s forearm.

“Adam, babe,” she said softly, “everything’s okay, please calm down—“

“—Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he slapped her hand away, and Eddie felt a surge of emotion. He watched as Meg slunk backwards, rubbing the hand Adam had hit. Her eyes were glassy as she sat back down next to Eddie, and he instinctively reached to take her hand in his. She looked at him sheepishly, and he watched as his favorite shade of blue clouded over.

Adam stormed out shortly afterward, slamming the front door and revving the engine on his truck loudly before peeling out of the driveway. Eddie hadn’t let go of Meg’s hand, rubbing small circles over her knuckle, the same thing he did to comfort his mother when he was younger.

The rest of the party cleaned up, slowly starting to joke and goof around again. Meg released Eddie’s hold, and walked the newcomer to the door when she saw Uncle Wayne’s headlights outside. Holding the door as he left, Meg grabbed the back of Eddie’s sleeve before he walked away.

“Hey,” her voice was low and sad, “thanks for coming, sorry for…all of that, he—“

“—don’t worry about it,” Eddie interrupted, he frankly didn’t need to hear any excuses for Adam’s shitty behavior, and he wasn’t about to listen to Meg apologize for something that wasn’t her fault, “I had a lot of fun, see you tomorrow?”

Meg nodded, a small smile playing at her lips, “See you tomorrow, Eddie the Freshman.”

Visually tracing the water stains on his bedroom ceiling, Eddie couldn’t stop his mind from drifting back to Meg, but more specifically Meg and Adam. He didn’t like the way Adam spoke to her, arrogance seeping out of every syllable he spoke. More importantly, Eddie hated the way Adam touched her; full of aggression and disrespect. She deserved passion without anger, tenderness backed by admiration, love without the jagged edge of pain.

Eddie mentally argued with himself; maybe he’s just projecting. He barely knows Adam, he could just be having a few off days and isn’t actually a bad guy. Meg’s smart, and he desperately wanted to trust her judgement, but a small voice in the back of his head was screaming.

He’s seen this dynamic before.

———

Eddie searched for Meg in the sea of students the next morning before homeroom, hoping to catch any glimpse of her auburn hair or black denim jacket. Rick and Kate stopped by his locker when they caught sight of him anxiously waiting. They wasted no time in reiterating how much fun the previous night was, giving no mention of Adam’s episode. The first period bell rang, a cue for the three of them to go their separate ways. He gave up looking for Meg with a sigh. He’d catch her at lunch, but he’d also have to see Adam, which created a pit in the bottom of Eddie’s stomach.

He practically bolted towards the lunchroom at 11:00, eager to sit with his new found friends. Slowing down as he approached (he didn't want to seem desperate), he saw Meg laughing at something Adam was whispering in her ear. Seeing them happy caused conflicting emotions, Eddie was relieved to see them getting along, but he also yearned to be the one making her laugh, to be the one that could get that close to her. He set his bag down and took the empty seat next to Meg. She turned immediately, smiling broadly as she playfully bumped his shoulder.

“Hey fresh meat,” she sang, “how’s your second day going?”

Eddie stifled a nervous laugh, opting to shoot a sarcastic grin her way instead.

The rest of lunch was uneventful, something he was grateful for. The five of them joked around and talked about making plans for the weekend. Adam was actually kind of funny, and very charismatic; Eddie could almost see why Meg fell for him. The shrill cry of the bell echoed through the cafeteria, and Meg groaned as she grabbed her bag off the floor.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked, concerned at her pained face.

She shook her head, “It’s nothing, I have to meet with my guidance counselor this period to talk about my ‘future plans’ after high school,” she feigned a gag.

The dramatics made Eddie laugh, “What’s wrong with that?”

Meg shrugged as they walked side by side from the lunchroom, “Nothing, really, I just…wanna do life my own way. I don’t want to be told what I should do, y’know?”

Eddie stops at the intersection of two hallways, “What do you want then?”

She stared off into the distance thoughtfully, “…I want to write. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. It’s also partly why I’m the DM of the party,” she chuckled, “I’m the only one that can actually keep up a good narrative.”

Her sincerity made Eddie’s heart soar. The second bell rang, and she quickly took to the opposite hallway, “Want a ride home later?” she called.

Eddie nodded a little too quickly, and Meg shot him a smile before opening the door to the guidance office.

“See ya later, Munson!”

———

Slumped against the brick wall outside the front of the school, Eddie waited for Meg after the final bell. Carefully picking through each face that streamed past, he finally caught sight of her as she pushed past the doors. His stomach dropped when he saw her defeated expression. Jogging over, he fell in step as she strode towards the parking lot, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Hey!” He bumped her shoulder like she had done to him earlier, trying to be chipper in the hopes of being the one to lift her spirits, but she wouldn’t crack.

She walked him over to a black Dodge Dart, unlocking the door and sliding behind the wheel. Eddie waited as she leaned over and unlocked the passenger side, quickly throwing his bag onto the floor and settling in next to her. They sat in silence for a beat, Meg staring straight ahead while Eddie watched anxiously. If she was anything like him, she would talk when she’s ready, she didn’t need someone prying incessantly.

In a single burst of energy, she smacked the steering wheel with her palm as hard as she could. Eddie’s eyes widened in alarm as he reached for her, pausing and thinking it better to not touch at the moment.

“FUCK!” She yelled, throwing her head back against the headrest, eyes falling closed with a sigh.

He watched as her chest rose and fell, paying attention to when it started to slow.

“Hey…” he whispers softly, “what happened?”

Meg rolls her head to look at him, eyes dull and tired.

“They’re threatening to make me repeat a year,” she scoffs, and Eddie can hear the pain behind her words.

He shakes his head in disbelief, “For what? You’re super smart!”

Meg lets out a sad chuckle, “Thanks dude, but that doesn’t mean shit apparently. I’m failing math and gym, and Ms. Kelly said that I need to have at least one extracurricular activity to graduate next year,” She rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms.

A few seconds pass before Eddie speaks up, “…how do you fail gym?”

Meg coughs out a loud laugh, and he smiles knowing he caused it.

“You refuse to participate, that’s how,” she turned the key in the ignition and looked over at him, “Wanna go somewhere? I don’t really want to go home right now.”

Eddie grinned, rolling down his window and pulling a loose cigarette from his backpack, “Of course, I have nowhere else to be. You got a lighter?”

When Meg didn’t answer, he looked over and she was staring at him with an incredulous expression.

“How fucking old are you, dude?” She giggled.

“Fifteen, why?

Meg shrugged, “Don’t you think you’re a little young to be smoking?”

Eddie pulled a face, “Weren’t you just telling me earlier how you don’t like when other people tell you what to do?”

She laughed again, pushing in the cigarette lighter on the control panel, “Fair enough. Did you at least bring enough to share with the class?”

She held out her hand expectantly, wiggling her fingers as Eddie dug through his bag, emerging with another cigarette. He stuck them both in his mouth, pulling the now popped lighter and holding the smoldering coil to both tips.

Passing one to Meg’s waiting fingers, he took a drag of his own.

“I could’ve done that myself, y’know,” she smirked.

Eddie rolled down the passenger window and blew a steady stream of smoke outside, “Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes, didn’t you know that?”

Out of his peripheral he caught her shy smile as she pulled out of the parking lot.

———

Turns out ‘somewhere’ is a secluded bank along Lovers Lake, and according to Meg it’s her favorite place to hide from the world. She backed in along the tree-line, her expert maneuvering a sign she had done this many times before. Once parked, she hopped out, opting to leave the battery running in order to keep the radio on. She jumped up onto the trunk, taking a seat to look out at the water. Eddie followed suit, pulling one boney leg up towards his chest. They hadn’t spoken on the drive, just sat and listened to music with the late summer air rushing through the open windows. The lack of communication wasn’t awkward, in fact it made Eddie feel at ease. He had watched how the afternoon sun highlighted the red in Meg’s hair as it danced in the breeze, how her lips moved when she sang along to Led Zeppelin, closing her eyes a beat longer than a blink when she really resonated with a lyric. Now that he was sitting closer to her on the trunk, he mapped the light smattering of freckles on her nose. She turned to look at him, and he felt the blush bloom in his cheeks at being caught.

“So, Eddie Munson,” Meg smiled, “tell me more about yourself.”

“W-what do you mean?” He stuttered, not used to the attention.

“Tell me about your family, tell me about your hobbies,” she hugged her knees, resting her head against them.

“Uh, well, I live with my Uncle Wayne. I’ve been with him since elementary school, since…since my dad went to jail…” he looked down at his hands.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he was embarrassed of his father. Even as a young child, he couldn’t ignore the whispers around town about the ‘no good Munson’s’, not to mention the dirty looks and disapproving head shakes from people in the grocery store when they passed by. The first time Eddie was caught shoplifting, the clerk at the convenience store called the police, resulting in him sitting in the back of a squad car until Uncle Wayne came to pick him up. As he sat and stared at the metal cage separating the front seat, he heard the officer outside speaking to his partner, “—gonna end up just like his old man at this point. Wouldn’t surprise me honestly—“

Eddie hated his dad; hated the way he treated his mom, hated the way he had complete disregard for his own son. He would never end up like him.

He’d make sure of that.

Meg’s head quickly rose from her knees, eyes full of sympathy, “Oh, Eddie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up any bad shit…I had no idea—“

“—it’s okay,” he waved it off, shooting her a quick, sad smile, “I’m not upset or anything, Wayne takes good care of me. He’s more of a dad than my actual father could ever hope to be.”

Meg nodded, “What did your dad go to jail for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Eddie laughed, “What didn’t he go to jail for. He won’t get out for a while, not that he was really ever present to begin with…”

“What about your mom?” She whispered, afraid of the answer.

Eddie’s stoic as he looks over at her, “She’s dead. About a year before dad went to prison. He was always a piece of shit, but I think something about losing her really sent him off the deep end. Even after all the shit he did to her, there’s a part of him that still cared. At least, that’s what I choose to believe.”

He felt something warm touch him, looking down to see Meg’s hand wrapping around his own.

“Fuck him,” she whispered, and Eddie nodded.

“Fuck him,” he said proudly, smiling back at her, “What about you, Dungeon Mistress? What’s your origin story?”

Meg shrugged, gazing out at the water, “Not much to tell, honestly. My dad is a businessman, he’s in Indianapolis a lot for work but he’s a lot of fun when he’s home; we’re really similar personality-wise. My mom—“ she tapers off to take a deep breath, “—my mom is…complicated.”

Eddie squeezes her hand, “How so?”

“She’s got these expectations, ones that she forces on me specifically since I’m the oldest. She’s a teacher, so she has this crazy obsession with proper education, and I have no other choice but to go to college.”

“Don’t you want to? Go to college I mean…” He asked.

“Absolutely, I need to get out of this town. She just wants me to be a teacher or a doctor or something like that; she doesn’t support my writing, says I can’t make a living with it and she won’t pay for school unless I major in something practical. She ‘refuses to have Jack Kerouac for a daughter’,” she furrows her brows, shaking her head in the process, “we fight a lot, about everything pretty much. Nothing I do is every good enough for her. I just…I don’t want to have a career that keeps me here. I want to get out.”

No one had ever been this vulnerable with Eddie before, nor had he ever spoken about his own upbringing openly. Sure, his friends knew the story, but they had watched most of it unfold in real time and didn’t need to ask questions. Until this point, nobody else had been worth opening up to.

Meg and Eddie fell into another comfortable silence, hands clasped as the sun set below the horizon. A flock of geese flew over the lake, a sign that summer was finally coming to an end.

Meg let go of Eddie’s hand and laid against the back window to stare at the indigo sky.

“What am I gonna do about school…” she groaned as Eddie leaned back next to her.

“Well,” he thought out loud, “My best friend Jeff is like, a genius. He’s still in Hawkins Middle, but he’s been doing college level math shit for a while; something about wanting to get into MIT or whatever. I could ask him if he could tutor you?”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked over, “Yeah? That’d be awesome, thank you.”

Eddie nodded, “As for your extracurricular, do you have any like…talents or hobbies you can put to use in a club or something?”

Meg laughed, “Fuck no. I can’t play a sport to save my life, I have almost zero coordination, I’m not a chess genius, and I can’t sing or act well enough to join the theater kids.”

Eddie hummed in thought, gazing up at the emerging stars, “Play any instruments?”

“Besides air guitar? Nope.”

Eddie grinned, scratching his cheek as he wracked his brain for an idea.

Just as Meg mumbled a small “I’m so fucked,” it hit him.

“What about D&D,” he sat up, looking over his shoulder at her confused expression.

“What about it…?” She responded suspiciously.

Eddie hopped off the trunk and faced her fully, “Start a D&D club. I guarantee the entire party would join, maybe we could even gain a few closeted players too. We could still meet once a week, but we would have a permanent spot at school to play.”

Meg rose up on her elbows, eyes narrowed, “Eddie, Principal Higgins would never allow us to start that up, you know what they say about D&D—”

“—Who gives a shit!” He threw his arms out, “It’s worth a shot, and if we make a convincing argument, maybe it’ll work.”

Her eyes softened as she sat up fully, “…will you help me?”

“Of course, with anything you need.”

Meg slid off the trunk, a smirk forming as the cogs in her brain started to turn, “What would we call it? It needs a cool name, something that sounds mysterious but doesn’t scream ‘nerd alert’.”

Eddie turned to look out at the lake again, running a hand through his short waves, wracking his brain for an idea.

From behind him, Meg starts rattling off any thought that popped into her head, “What about ‘Dragon Riders’?”

Eddie huffed out a laugh, “That definitely screams ‘nerd alert’.”

“Knights of Hawkins High?”

“Hmm…no.”

“Board Buddies.”

“You’re fucking joking, right?”

Eddie squinted over the expanse of the shoreline, deep in thought. He heard Meg kick some dirt behind him. The radio hummed from the open car windows, the dull sounds of Highway to Hell filling the air.

—Hey momma, look at me,

I’m on my way to the Promised Land,

I’m on the highway to hell—

Eddie spun around.

“Hellfire.”

Meg looked up from her shoes, “What?”

He smiled broadly, “Hellfire Club.”

Everything clicked into place, Meg matching his expression as she walked closer.

“Hellfire Club,” she whispered, relishing in the way it flowed off her tongue, “You’re a genius, Eddie Munson.”

She held out her pinky, “Co-chairs?”

Eddie wrapped his finger around hers, solidifying an unspoken alliance.

———

It had a name, but Hellfire Club needed to have a full write-up of details before it could be presented to Principal Higgins for approval according to Ms. Kelly. The next few weeks were filled with organizing and brainstorming sessions, at first only involving Eddie and Meg, but after they brought the idea up to the lunch crew, the unofficial club had a full roster. Everyone was ecstatic about Hellfire, at the possibility of having a stable meeting place, of bringing D&D to the forefront of the school’s population and not just a shadowy hobby practiced at home. They wanted to show the world that Dungeons and Dragons was an inclusive, fun, escape from the mundane daily drain of the world. All of Eddie’s free time was spent planning for the presentation; he was an almost daily fixture at Meg’s house now, talking animatedly about every detail that came to his brain as he ate dinner with her family. She never made him feel weird or stupid, she listened intently and would bounce outrageous ideas off him in return, eliciting eye rolls from her younger sister.

As D-Day approached, Eddie was inseparable from Meg, spending every lunch period hunched over a notebook with her as they planned.

The day before the presentation, Adam slumped into the seat next to Meg, slamming his backpack onto the cafeteria floor dramatically as his eyes connected with Eddie’s. The emotion behind them wasn’t kind.

Meg paid him no mind as she reached over and stole one of Eddie’s chips, he broke away from Adam’s stare and smiled at her.

Adam coughed, attempting to get Meg’s attention, “You wanna come over after school today?”

She shook her head, shoving a notebook back into her bag, “Can’t, sorry. Me and Eddie have to put the finishing touches on the final presentation for tomorrow.”

Adam let out a strained laugh, “You’re fucking unbelievable, y’know that?”

His tone made the table fall silent, Meg stopped rummaging through her bag to look up at him.

“What are you talking about?”

He shook his head in disbelief, dark hair flopping in front of his eyes as he stood up and grabbed his bag, “I haven’t hung out with you in weeks, you’re constantly ‘busy’ or so you say,” he made dramatic air quotes, and Eddie watched as Meg visibly deflated.

“I am busy, Adam. I need to get this club approved, I need to do this to be on track for graduation next year,” she was trying her best to sound calm, but he was only getting more frustrated.

“Oh yeah, so you can run away to New York or LA for college?” He spat.

“Adam please,” she sounded exhausted, “don’t do this right now…”

“Or are you just trying to spend more time with your new boy toy—“ he walked up behind where Eddie sat and pushed the back of his head towards the table aggressively.

Meg shot up from her seat and grabbed Adam by his arm, pulling him away, “What the fuck is your problem? Eddie didn’t do anything to you, he’s helping me build all of this.”

Adam stared at her, eyes narrowed in anger, “Whatever you say, Meg.”

Kate appeared behind him, putting a small hand on his forearm, “C’mon, we have to get to Bio,” She offered Meg an apologetic smile, leading Adam out of the cafeteria but not before he shot her one last disgusted look.

Eddie stared at the lunch table, unsure of what to say or do. He felt Meg’s presence settle next to him again.

“You okay?” She whispered, reaching down to pick up her bag again.

Eddie nodded, “I don’t have to come over tonight if you don’t want me to…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I want you to,” she shut his offer down immediately.

“But Adam—“

“No, Eddie, please. Hanging out with you is the best part of my day,” she stood up without further explanation and walked out of the cafeteria without looking back.

———

“Do you want to run over it one more time?” Meg flopped back onto her bed, landing beside Eddie who was cross-legged amongst a sea of papers and notebooks.

He shook his head, “Not unless you really want to, I think you’ve got it down.”

She rolled onto her side and smiled up at him, “You really think so?”

Eddie shot her a look, “Of course I do, you’re a really good speaker,” he picked up a few loose sheets of paper and waved them around, “and all of the outlines and campaign examples you’ve written are amazing.”

“Really?” She whispered, doubt lining the edges of her words. He realized at that moment that the confidence he had first admired was shallow, and deep down Meg was just as insecure as him.

Eddie grew serious, “Yeah, they’re really good. You’re a great writer.”

Meg closed her eyes and rolled onto her back, “Thank you…Adam hates it. Says I ramble too much, and the words I choose are pretentious,” she gave a short, sad laugh.

“Or maybe Adam’s just a moron that can’t understand anything past a fifth grade reading level…” Eddie muttered a little too loudly.

Meg’s head shot over in his direction, mouth open in shock but quickly erupting into hysterical laugher. It was infectious, and Eddie joined in, falling back next to her and laughing up at the ceiling.

As they came down from their fit, Meg grew quiet, and Eddie grew bold.

“What’s Adam’s deal?”

“Hmm?” She rolled her head over, eyebrows raised.

“Today at lunch, he made a comment about you ‘running away’.”

Meg hummed again, “Oh that. Yeah, he uh…he doesn’t support me going away to school.”

Eddie furrowed his brows, “Why?”

“He’s content here. His entire life has been in Hawkins, family hasn’t moved anywhere in generations. Adam’s life is…cushy to say the least. Dad has a job lined up for him after he graduates this year, so his future is already set. All he wants is a nice little housewife to come home to at the end of the day, and that is not going to be me. I need to get out of here, I need to explore the world, and Adam holds that dream against me.”

Eddie watched as she stared upwards, gazing at something a million miles away.

“Has he ever…touched you?” He whispered at the popcorn ceiling.

“How do you mean?” She mumbled. It was already out of his mouth, he couldn’t take it back now.

“Has Adam ever hurt you?” He dared to look over, and watched as her jaw tightened. It took a few moments for her to speak, swallowing dryly before confessing into the cool air of the room.

“…once,” it came out as a whisper, and he watched as her eyes glassed over.

“What happened?” His voice was paper thin; it was taking everything to not scream. He wanted to find Adam and make him pay.

“I uh…I didn’t want to have sex with him one night. He got upset and accused me of seeing someone else…and he shoved me into a wall. Hit my head on a shelf and cut the back of it a little.”

Eddie watched as a solitary tear escaped and ran down into her hair. He searched for her hand and grabbed it, interlocking their fingers, “Why are you with him?”

She wiped her eyes with her other hand, “He’s a nice guy, you just need to get to know him, Eds.”

He felt a deep rage start to smolder in his chest, words spilling out before he could stop them, “My mom used to say something similar about my dad…”

Meg looked at him, eyes wide and brimming with tears. She didn’t respond, and Eddie just stared back. Anger faded to sadness; remembering all the times he had stood between his parents as his father hurled beer cans at his mom, spewing accusations and insults as she cowered against the kitchen floor. Eddie had been too young to help his mother, but he refused to let Meg end up a part of the same cycle.

———

The last time Eddie was this anxious, he was playing in the Hawkins Middle School talent show in front of the entire student body. He sat on a bench outside of the principal’s office, tapping his converse against the linoleum floor. He couldn’t hear Meg talking through the heavy wooden door, but he would occasionally catch the low grumble of Principals Higgins’ voice. She had been presenting their Hellfire Club proposal for 15 minutes now, assuring Eddie she could fly solo and leaving him in perpetual purgatory outside the office door.

After 18 minutes (not that he was counting), the door groaned open, and Eddie’s slender body leapt upright from the bench as Meg slowly emerged stone-faced.

“What happened?” Eddie whisper-screamed, falling into step with her as they exited into the deserted main hallway.

He pestered her with questions in the short walk to cafeteria, Meg silently leading the way with a straight face. With every second of silence, Eddie’s heart dropped further into his stomach. They had worked so hard on this, Meg had been so excited.

She swung the cafeteria door open, a cacophony of voices and laughter smacking them in the face as they weaved towards the table in the corner. Eddie stood behind Meg nervously as she approached the group, all of them immediately ceasing conversation to hear the verdict.

“Well…” Meg stated, looking down at the folder in her hand.

Eddie inhaled sharply, waiting for the hammer to fall.

“…I hope you’re all free next Friday, because the inaugural meeting of the Hellfire Club is at 3pm!” She slammed the folder onto the table as the rest of the group cheered.

Eddie exhaled the breath he was holding as Meg spun and threw her arms around his shoulders. He squeezed her middle, bending down to whisper into her ear.

“You did it.”

Her hair smelled like strawberries, and the smile she returned when pulling out of the embrace was as warm as the summer sun.

Eddie glanced past Meg’s face at Adam seated at the table.

If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under.

———

Now that it was an official club, Hellfire needed some advertisement. A sign-up sheet was promptly posted to the main bulletin board by the front office, and was just as quickly defaced. Scribbles of ‘losers’, ‘nerds’, and ‘freaks’ littered the lined sheet, a few doodles of the devil accompanied the monikers. They had assumed it would happen, knowing full well the general attitude towards D&D, so Meg had multiple copies on hand to replace any that were ruined.

The first official meeting was held on the auditorium stage, Kate had pleaded with the drama instructor to let them use the space when it wasn’t being utilized for the theater club. It was overall much more of a conducive environment to play, plenty of room and the addition of miscellaneous props from old productions created a mystical ambiance. The first session was the start of a new campaign Meg had made, and so far it was brutal in the best way. The gameplay adrenaline paired with the new meeting spot had the group buzzing, bringing them all closer as friends.

Winter passed through the state of Indiana like a freight train, pummeling it with snow so thick that Eddie swore the blisters on his hands from shoveling would be there for the rest of his life. The ground finally thawed in late March, leading into the final two months of his Freshman year.

Hellfire was such a key factor in his life now, not only playing but also learning how to better run a campaign. He still hung out with Jeff and Gareth, recounting the events of that weeks club meeting to them every time. Eddie didn’t have to convince Jeff too much to help tutor Meg in math, the second he met her, he understood why Eddie was so enamored. They made a recurring bi-weekly date to study algebra, with Eddie sometimes tagging along just for fun. Both of his younger friends couldn’t wait to make it to high school, knowing that spots in Hellfire were waiting for them.

As the school year wound to a close, Eddie felt a shift in the group of people he’d come to call his friends. Adam and Rick were graduating, leaving not just the school but also Hellfire behind. Meg had offered an invitation to keep playing, but Rick had plans to travel out west for a bit, and Adam flat out refused, citing his need to put ‘childish things aside’ now that he was going to have an adult career. The statement had made Eddie bristle when he heard it, and he knew that Meg was upset as well. Her face remained neutral as she stared at Adam, but Eddie saw the hurt in her eyes. The cracks were forming, and Eddie could only hope it was just a matter of time before the dam broke.

The last day of school was almost as stifling as the first, and Eddie cringed as he felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of his neck. His hair was getting longer, almost out of the weird growing-out phase, and it was taking some getting used to. As he slammed his locker door shut for the final time until September, sound of running footsteps caught his attention. Meg was running down the hallway, pushing past the dozens of students clamoring to leave for the summer. She collided into Eddie at full force, wrapping him into the biggest bone crushing hug. Though caught off guard, his smile was so wide he thought his face might rip in two. Meg pulled back, thrusting a piece of paper into Eddie’s face.

“What is this?” He took a closer look, it was her final algebra grades. A solid C.

“Holy shit! You did it!” He handed the page back to her, eyes full of pride.

“No Eddie, you did it. You’re the one that got Jeff to help me. You’re the one that helped create Hellfire. I can’t thank you enough,” she stared at him, admiration and gratitude spilled from every part of her.

“What about gym?” Eddie chuckled as they started to walk out to the parking lot.

Meg unlocked her car, “Oh, yeah, I have a week of summer school for that.”

He laughed as he slid into the passenger seat, “I still don’t understand…”

“I’m never going to run the mile, Eds, I refuse,” she started the ignition, pulling out of the lot to head to their spot by the lake.

Adam and Rick’s graduation was that night, and Eddie had promised he’d come along for support, but for now he was content sitting beside Meg next to Lover’s Lake, talking about their big plans for next year; her last hurrah at Hawkins High, and the year she’d pass the Hellfire torch to Eddie.

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson fanfic #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson angst #Eddie Munson fluff #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson au #eddie munson fem!reader #young!Eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #strangers things ofc #stranger things oc

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loiswasadevil · 3 years ago

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Why did u live off the grid

Welp. I knew this question would get asked. My life off the grid started in 2000 or so when my dad decided we needed to have a "more pure" way of life. We rented out a camping plot in the mountains for an indefinite amount of time (my father was friends with the park director), he brought the whole family (me, jonas my brother, and my mom). we brought tools like axes, fishing rods, lighters, etc my dad was a boy scout and a hunter so he knew a lot about the wilderness. We didn't bring any food except for the preserves my dad would make each year and we brought no technology my dad thought it was corrupting the whole family. Jonas and I would alwayyyyys pretend to be peter and lois and we would pretend that the animal skulls were our Children, Stewie, Chris, And Meg. My dad fucking hated that i loved Family Guy because it reminded him of the old way of life so Jonas and I would only play at night we would start a fire about a mile away in a ditch so we wouldn't get caught. We would sing the theme song together each time and we would act out the episodes we remembered like the y2k episode and the episode where mr. weed chokes. After a couple years living off the grid my mom got pissed and my dad caved in and got a radio from the storage facility that had some of the stuff from our old life in it. My dad would never tell us where he hid that key to this day I don't know where it is or that storage locker. My mom would play that radio day and night. It drove me fucking insane. It wasn't fair. Why does she get to listen to music and the news, When i couldn't fucking watch family guy. So after weeks of listening to that radio i ripped the solar panel off of it and broke it into one million pieces and buried it where we would play family guy. I don't know why i did that since they were gonna notice and blame me or Jonas anyways so i took the radio and i threw it into the river. It made my mom so depressed but I didn't care. My dad freaked out and started tearing apart my tent looking for the radio and i screamed and cried i didn't have it and he found all my drawings of the Griffin and Simpson families and burned them one by one until i would tell him what i did with the radio. I swore i didn't know and blamed it on junkies. He burned every single picture i drew, Including a Simpsons Family Guy Crossover (which i remember very well). My mom grew distant from the whole Family after that day. Me and Jonas would still sneak off to our Fam guy spot to play and talk so our dad wouldn't hear. My dad fucking hated when we would go out of his sight so we would do it at night. One day we wanted to go further out, so we marked our way as we left the ditch and carried on. Jonas fell into some rocks and got his knees really bloody but he said he didn't really feel it. We considered it a bad omen of some sort and went back. We cleaned up Jonases wounds in the river and using some of the stuff we had and pretended that nothing happened. The next morning my dad was fucking pissed when he saw all the blood around our stuff and in jonases shoes and he screamed at us so much, He grounded us in separate tents for a week. While we were grounded jonas died of typhus, I freaked out so fucking bad and it drove my mom to the edge. She threw all our fishing rods into the river and broke the tent stakes and dragged me out of the mountains without saying a word and I followed her. I dont really think about how i never got to talk to jonas before he died. Maybe it was my fault and he only got sick because we wondered off without my dads watchful eye... Honestly im just glad i escaped from my mom and Now i have technology and can watch Family Guy and other shows Like American Dad. He said internet was a curse but i think it was a blessing, If it weren't for anime and facebook i wouldn't have met my boyriend @peateargriffin, and i wouldn't shift to Family Guy Every night with him, to raise our children Stewie, Chris, And Meg.

#Family guy #off grid #off the grid #Trauma #abuse #off grid life #family guy #american dad #loiswasadevil #lois griffin #stewie griffin #chris griffin #seth macfarlane #reality shift

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probablynotcy · 2 years ago

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& then there also was this match against a blight. god, was that infuriating ... the blight tunneld me out of the game (which was understandable, because we only had to do one more gen) & you would think one gen for three survs should be doable, right?

well, all of them were injured, so the meg hid in the bathroom (we were on midwich) & self cared there. for OVER A MINUTE! meanwhile the nancy was running across the map, looking for a totem to use inner healing, however, she wasn't able to find one. meanwhile the claudette worked on the last gen & managed to get it halfway done before she decided to dive into the depths of the basement to look for a med kit. she didn't find one. then she continued sitting on the gen for a few seconds before hoping into a locker with head on. (& I was wondering why I hadn't seen her the whole match. :'))

I could also watch nancy hidding behind a desk, watching as one of her teammates got hooked right in front of her, until she got crows.

welp, in the end, they all died except for claudette. the killer gave her the fucking door, I shit you not.

#dead by daylight #dbd #clancy's dead by daylight adventures #text post

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shatteredbloodlines · 3 years ago

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A once hooked Jake, left three people in hook to die. I died on my first hook, the Meg and the Steve had only been hooked once before and this MAN hid in a locker the entire time. Doctor found him and hooked him. If I hadn’t accidentally clicked continue, I would have thanked and congratulated him. Teamwork makes the dream work aha.

#dbd #dead by daylight #adventures in the fog

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k1ng-for-a-day · 4 years ago

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Can you do fluff and nsfw headcanons the nurse x survivor s/o?i think sally deserves love.. thank you!

Good morning my beautiful demons. The king has finally arrived, and I like to say I’m VERY SORRY for the inactivity. Due to schooling, my motivation to create posts is AWFUL. So please stay patient! If I haven’t gone to your requests, then again I’m sorry.

(And also yes Sally needs more attention 🥺🥺)

(And sorry for this being so short. Again I’m having a huge lack of motivation. Either way thank you very much 💞💞)

The Nurse has arrived...

💊💉 Upon arrival to the realm, you made a quick realization that you were at the Crotus Penn Asylum. This was the worst place that you were put in due to the cathedral like building in front of you. Maybe it was due to the eerie feeling, but something or someone triggered terrible thoughts to your head. Syringes: These tiny little things made you feel nauseous every time it like you. Additionally it made you feel terrified each time one appeared near you. Hell, even when it’s on your hand you start to shriek! These small needles just made you curl up in fetal position, and weep on the floor. It was technically a phobia since it was that bad.

💊💉 Nevertheless you knew you what you had to do. Get generators done, attempt to hide, and escape without blood on your hands. That was all.

💊💉 When you finally reached your first generator, you quietly crouched down and walked towards it, attempting not to alert anyone. Once you reached it you decided to work on the wire portion of the machine since it was an immense hassle. You never enjoyed working these little strings of torment since they would always function improperly, or they would be inadequate. Additionally you despised the fact that it could possibly blow a fuse if you made the wrong plug in, use the incorrect wires, or simply have the incorrect tools for it. (However this only applied with the toolbox). Nevertheless your ambition got the better of you, and you persisted. You wanted to get this terrible gut feeling out of you, so you needed to complete this efficiently.

💊💉 Though you could feel the taste of an exit door holding you graciously, you accidentally put the incorrect wires together. As you stared for an hour or two, you shook your head in disbelief. Shit! They’re going to kill me! You thought for a brief moment, and you quickly went in hiding. You crouched down to a corner, and held onto your knees hoping the killer would just pass by you. The fear of something poking you at any instant grew immensely, and that uneasy gut feeling made you tremble weakly. Your fragile body being slashed at and picked up, your whole entire plan being frabricated in seconds; everything was seemingly ruined. But why did you have this hopeless feeling? There wasn’t anyone near you since there was no terror radius. Then again it could be Ghostface... You thought for a bit, but proceeded back to your Gen. and surprisingly it wasn’t kicked! You completed the generator in no time, and went running to the next one.

💊💉 The next generator you approached was with someone you knew, but never interacted too much with outside the trials. It was Meg: the athletic workaholic. She always loved to loop killers around, and annoy them somewhat. She’s always a bundle of joy during these types of circumstances, and tries to comfort other people. She’s also immensely competitive, yet plays fair. You always strived to be like her, but with her dedication and hard work it’s nearly impossible to make headway like she does. Nevertheless you crouched down next to her, and worked on a different portion of the Gen. This particular portion was the power supply. All you had to do was make sure the energy levels were all evenly dispersed, and if they weren’t you had to remove a piece and plug it in a different section. This was much more difficult to fail since it didn’t require experience with wires and such. It was just a simple “where does it go?” Type of deal. Unfortunately, Meg accidentally blew a fuse do to her sudden excitement. And even worse; you heard a terror radius. You didn’t know who it was in particular, but you were terrified needless to say. You quickly hid in a locker since it was the closest thing near you, even though you knew they would search it. You held onto your mouth, trying not to make a sound, and closed your eyes. You imagined that you were dancing in the middle of your room with your favorite song. The anxious feeling in your stomach was dissolving, but you still heard the terror radius coming closer, closer, and even closer... you started to cry softly, trying not to alert them, but it was too late.

💊💉 When you saw the killer, your eyes shot wide and tears ran down your cheeks. It was the nurse: the most terrifying killer you’ve ever met. You always heard rumors about the syringe she carries, and how aggressive she can be to other survivors. She’s so quick to her feet that she could easily pull you to the ground. It made you tremble immensely to the point you started to cry even more. You never really looked at her hand since you were afraid to encounter the weapon she would carry, but oddly enough she didn’t even take you. She just stared at you blankly, or you assumed she did, and simply patted your head. She realized how scared you were since you were either new to the place, or you had some sort of phobia. In attempt to make you feel a bit more happy, she picked up a flower that she found on the ground, and handed it to you. She then left you in your little closet, hoping that you would come out and feel much more stronger. And surprisingly you were more collected with yourself. You slowly went out of your locker, and walked back to your generator. It was kicked, but not insanely a lot. Just enough to motivate you to continue.

💊💉 And just like that you were finally finished! Now all you had to do was move on to the next generator. And you were done. And fortunately enough your team only needed one more Gen... Coincidentally it was near you, so course you ran towards it.

💊💉 While the nurse was distracted by the other survivors, slashing them one by one, you quickly worked on the wires, slowly placing them in the correct order. You were becoming use to the way everything was, I mean you were slightly new to the world of the entity.

💊💉 For a while you forgot how you ended up here, but that nurse you met reminded you of certain aspects: syringes, people with blurred faces, and a commotion in the halls. That was all you could gather from that meeting. It gave you a chill down your spine, even though now was not the time. You needed to concentrate on your goal, which was to finish the generator and leave. Luckily someone approached you with a soft smile, and that person was Adam. He seemed very nice and philosophical. He would always talk on and on about what he believed, what books he read, and his advice towards you. Sometimes it got to the point you would zone out and forget what you asked him. You could tell he was very intelligent, but his mouth was what led him to victory. Nevertheless you continued on your Gen until you heard a familiar noise... it was the nurse! She was coming straight towards Adam with her hatch saw!

💊💉 Weirdly enough you kept hearing people talk about her holding a syringe instead of a saw. Maybe it was to torment you since you were alarmed easily. But currently it made absolutely no sense why people would confuse such a dangerous object to something more painful like a saw. You shook your head in disbelief, and was about to finish the Gen, however you accidentally blew another fuse! Quickly and quiet you looked behind you, and crouched down near a corner. She was coming quickly and saw you right then and there. She simply stared at you again, and reached her hand out.

💊💉 “Dont be afraid dear child,” she spoke to you, “I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t hurt me.” Her voice seemed to be genuine, semi intangible, and monotone. You took a good look at her before reaching out your hand: she seemingly had a bag on her head for some odd reason. Additionally she had blood all over her white unform. Her blood was possibly due to the other victims she has come acrossed and attacked, but then again it could possibly from her past. You didn’t want to ask since you were terrified. Additionally she seemed very hesitant to actually take you with her. She wasn’t really to sure if she should’ve even picked you to take care of in the current situation. Either way she just hoped you got her message clear. She didn’t want to actually hurt you, she wanted to take you out alive. In response, you reached your hand out and touched her’s. It felt immensely cold, like an ice cube or even a glacier. She then pulled you up from your position, and led you back to your generator. She stood beside you, and let you work on the machine, hoping you would finish it soon enough. She then left you to complete it, and chased down other survivors as well.

💊💉 Once you finished your Gen, you ran to the exit and pulled the gate open as quickly as possible. Someone was near you as well, and that person was Zarina. She waited patiently for the door to open, and asked you a couple questions about your arrival. These questions being “how are you doing so far? Are you alright?” And other similar ones to make sure you were alright. She didn’t want you to be scared, but wanted you to relax for right now. She seemed nice to you, but you weren’t very sure of it. Again, you were still new to this realm, so you didn’t want to mess around too much. As the exit gate opens, you heard that same noise, and suddenly the nurse appeared again! She stood in front of you, holding her saw, ready to strike! But she didn’t... she just stood in front of you... “Be careful dear... others will be harsh...” she told you, somewhat unintangible. You nodded and was about to leave, but you turned back. “Thank you... very much..” you told her and left. For some odd reason you felt saddened for leaving her. It was strange..

💊💉 After you left, you remembered how you came here, but you could barely vision it. A hospital, an exit, patients galore. It all came back to you within seconds it seemed. Again you weren’t really sure of it too much. Nevertheless you wanted to see the nurse again, and talk to her. Even though it may seem difficult, she probably would actually talk to you but not so much. She barely has a tangible voice in general, so she probably would barely talk since it may hurt her.

💊💉 One day, you saw her again, and you tried to go up to her. However, unlike last time, she was much more harsher towards you. Instead of approaching you kindly, she chased you around, striking you or attempting to. This behavior made you immensely scared to the point you trembled to the ground. Then it hit you. Your memories, fears, and visions of that night... that one night that landed you here...

💊💉 From what you remember vaguely, there was a hospital you use to work at with many clients. Those patients were very needy, and forced you to do things for them. Those tasks were to give them more medicine every hour, everyday until they snap. This place felt like a living hell for you, especially since you had no idea why they wanted to be injected. It got to the point they labeled you as “Dr. Injector” in order to tease you. One day you stopped giving them their precious medicine, and explained to them that they were running out of samples. However, they believed that you were lying considering the fact that this was the most rich hospital in your state. They went after you, chasing you down the halls, ripping at your clothes, until suddenly you flew through the exit! Unfortunately it wasn’t what you had intended it to be. It was a void like substance, staring back at you with those saddened, terrified eyes. You then arrived at a new location, brimmed with fear.

💊💉 From that moment you started to cry, desperately trying to get up from where you were. Unfortunately she picked you up before you could escape, however she didn’t hook you. Instead she took you to a certain location and put you down. She patted your head gently, trying to reassure you. The other members of your team were completing generators, and here you were right next to the killer. She then began to speak, “I’m sorry... I had too...” she seemingly whispered, “the entity... was after me...”

💊💉 What basically happened was that the killers criticized her when she would spare new survivors, and try to act friendly. Once this rumor spread around, the entity started to get fed up with her bullshit, and forced her to kill ever single survivor. If she was unable to do so, he would take something precious from her, and burn it in a fire. He would then use her as a puppet or decoration for a new killed. You satred at her in disbelief, and hugged her gently. This was terrible: having to be forced into killing others just because of your friendly nature? It was unimaginable. She stared at you, with what you can assume a melancholy glint, and hit you softly. You instantly fell on the ground, and were hooked. You closed your eyes and let the entity sacrifice you...

💊💉 Once you were back at the lobby, you cried silently away from everyone. You really wanted to see her again, but it would be immensely difficult. Luckily the match was finally over, and all the killers might’ve been talking with each other. You slowly went over to the killer area, sneaking past several security type things, and entered the area. You slowly tried to find the nurse, but you were met with other killers instead. The first one you recognized was Ghostface, but he was talking with someone that you saw as well. Another survivor here? Is this normal..? Next you saw Michael talking with another killer, and then you saw her. The nurse all by herself, sighing in relief. You quickly ran up to her, trying not to get caught, and wanted to jump out to hug her. However, someone already caught you...

💊💉 The entity caught you in the act, and tried to drag you away from her! You tried to remove yourself from him, but it was no use! You kept being pulled back into your lobby, and you were immensely weakened! You could barely even stand!

💊💉 Once you realized your circumstance, you held onto your knees and started to cry. You knew it was no use in seeing her. It was unfortunate how you could never seen her again. Maybe not even in another match..

💊💉 The next day you heard someone or something enter the lobby. They were immensely quiet, but you recongnized the noise. It was her.. next to you... alone...

💊💉 “Hello my dear...” she whispered, “I’m sorry for not coming towards you...” she apologized, and you hugged her in response. You wanted to make sure she felt okay, comfortable, and happy. You told her about a vision you had the other day, and she sighed. It was similar to her story as well.

💊💉 Basically she moved into a small town with her husband, smiling hand in hand. However he unfortunately died, and she was alone. With no other way to sustain herself, she had to work at the Crotus Penn Asylum, which was filled with patients that verbally, physically, and even mentally abused her. One day she just snapped and killed them all. Their blood was all over the walls, the beds, and simply everywhere you looked. She went insane.

💊💉 You held her hand gently and tried to reassure her. You told her that Andrew’s death wasn’t her fault, and that she would be alright. You both ended up cuddling against each other until the next day. You were finally happy, and had someone with you to keep you comfortable. To keep you as safe as possible.

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 4 years ago

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I keep meaning to say this but always forget when I make these posts. The 2 cutest Killers in DbD are Demogorgon and Pig. When they nod their heads they make me coo! it’s so cute! ^-^

I just don’t get how the Blendette player the only person who isn’t a coward in her matches.

I got to witness a No Mither Default Meg completely destroy a Blight on the boat on the swamp. They never left the boat. She had Dance With Me, Quick & Quiet, and Deception alongside No Mither, so she kept losing line of sight with him and then hiding. The whole game. It was amazing, and also sad that he got played that much.

When you get in a Chase with a Survivor, that lasts more than 30 seconds, you should probably give up.

Yesterday I played some No Mither games. 2 in a row I got the same Nurse who didn’t see me all match(despite having to save ppl so much) until I was Dead Harding into the Hatch! It was stressful. I de-pipped in both games because my teammates all died so quickly so I got around 10K pts each time.

Since it’s that time of year, I used all my Ormond Offerings on my Claudette. Snow. Christmas. Winter. The whole shebang. Also, I wanted to discover all the rocks we can walk on now and was having too much fun. I might not hate the map so much now, but for blending purposes it’s still the worst map of all.

I haven’t worked out a good strategy against the Twins yet. All of them just seem to do the camping and slug-the-whole-team strats which are boring. But then if you have Unbreakable or someone else has a build for quick Healing and you get off the ground, you’re the bad person.

The devs gave a redeem code for 20 rift fragments but I already finished it so I couldn’t use it. “GIFTTHERIFT”. The Tome will last a week longer too btw.

The other day they had a limited code offered for Adam to get that sweater he’s wearing in a video down below, and I managed to get one in time. There were ‘only 25K available’ and I did it within a minute of the post being made. I was stressed.

I really like my ninja vaulting build.

Oh btw! On corn maps, there are big boulders spawning randomly at map tiles and blocking Lockers. I’ve encountered this several times these past few days.

Visually Ormond is much better. And looks like a resort now.

I hide here when the Killer is checking the area because that cabinet hides most of the girls very well if you crouch exactly like this. Also... this sweater is NOT ugly. makes me wonder if they know what an ugly sweater is.

I hid here while the Killer came up the hill and then fell down to go elsewhere. He didn’t see me somehow.

He let me get hatch in the end.

I showed him this thing I found.

Now he looks like he’s coming at me but he’s actually frozen in place. I walked around him several times and was going to kick him but then decided not to just to punish the Killer for tunneling me for 3 minutes. I was also salty because 3 minutes and only 1 Gen got done because everyone was looking for Ruin. Seconds after this pic was taken, she DC’d.

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I hope the devs don’t fix this. It’s funny. With the dudes it just looks like they’re skating across the ground with leg movement at all.

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This entire match was something else and that end... The stress. The respect for Bill. I on;y did it for a Daily but it was worth it.

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THIS WAS GREAT! XD

#dbd #dead by daylight

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slashthedice · 5 years ago

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Ko-Fi Commission: Ghostface x OC for @handfulajake

Tobias belongs to @handfulajake. Thank you so much for commissioning me, my dear! I had a really great time with this one and got to expand my writing horizons.

Word Count: 3,641

TW: graphic depiction of non-con

There was a ringing in his ears as his vision cleared. Tobias blinked rapidly in an attempt to chase away the darkness that shrouded his sight and hid his surroundings. As he looked about, he recognized the unmistakable sickly green haze of The Blood Lodge, an open field of twisted metal and smashed cars. The hulking forms of industrial cranes stooped over the terrain. The lodge itself, a single ramshackle structure that arose from the desolate landscape, both enticed and repulsed him. He was not sure whether he wanted to run towards or away from it, but the longer he stood in its shadow, the more he feared it would consume him.

Dread’s cool fingers danced along his spine, their chill arousing gooseflesh across his skin. He heard nothing but the whisper of dried grass as it was harried by the dead wind that swept through the vehicular graveyard. His eyes could not pick out any movement, neither that of a fellow survivor nor the sinister stalking of whatever hunter sought them out. He felt for a moment that he might be alone.

Tobias nearly shrieked when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He whipped around, jerking away from the offending appendage. His racing heart calmed considerably when his wide eyes fell upon the comfortingly familiar form of one Jacob Park. Jake waited patiently for him to settle before motioning for Tobias to follow, nodding in the direction of a grouping of smashed cars, over the top of which he could spot the flickering lights of an unrepaired generator.

He watched Jake’s back as they maneuvered towards their objective. The army green of his waxed cotton trail jacket seemed to melt into the backdrop of twisted metal and a sky that boded a tornado which would never appear. He watched the flex and shift of his muscled shoulders and thought of the surprising amount of strength Jake possesed. The survivalist had pried open bear traps to dismantle the mechanisms, lifted Tobias off of the rusted point of a meathook, and hauled others through exit gates so that they might survive. It would have been a lie to say Tobias was not in awe of the man.

He heard the clicking of a broken generator as they rounded a corner of the improvised metal maze. Jake was quick to kneel before the cold machinery, apparently as eager as Tobias to breathe life into the instrument of their salvation. He thrust his hands into the gears and wiring without hesitation, adept fingers just as skilled at repair as they were at dismantle. He knelt too, beginning the tense, tedious process of forcing parts back into proper positions.

It felt as if they had only been working a few seconds before a blood curdling scream ripped through the tepid air and gripped his airway, making it harder to draw even breaths. As morbid as it was, he had been at this long enough to recognize the voice. Ace was not long for this trial.

But it didn’t make sense. It was too soon. The silver tongued gambler had not even been unfortunately acquainted with one of the dreaded hooks. Tobias looked to Jake, confusion painting his features and putting words to the question he himself could not properly formulate.

The other man did not meet his questioning gaze. The furrow in his brow deepened, but he simply continued his work. There was no time for theorizing if they wanted to survive. Still plagued by the unknown, Tobias took his cue from the other and refocused upon the task at hand despite the thoughts swimming in his anxious mind.

Another handful of queasy seconds passed them by, each one weighing more heavily upon him than the previous. He wondered which of the monsters had been set upon them, which of the Entity’s fiends would bear down on them like a starving wolf on rabbits. His wandering thoughts more than once nearly caused him to make an explosive mistake, but he was lucky enough to catch each of these before they could do any real damage. These near misses did not go unnoticed by his companion, who gave him a pointed look out of the corner of his dark eyes.

Soon enough, the generator was near completion, singing sweetly its victorious song. The pistons pumped up and down, in and out, dancing along to the mechanical symphony. Tobias allowed himself to feel the barest sweep of relief as he prepared to realign the last of the pieces.

A commotion nearby halted his progress. He pushed himself to his feet, ready to scurry off if necessary and he saw Jake do the same. Their heads swung in the direction from which the noise had come, searching for its source just in time to see a familiar form streak into the open area.

Meg collapsed onto her hands and knees before them. Sweat trailed down her exposed arms while blood saturated the fabric of her athletic top, turning the muted color from dull pink to deep red. She sucked in heavy breaths that rattled in her chest. Before either of the men could make a move, she spoke hastily.

“He’s just killing us!” She gasped, fingers constricting around dirt and dry grass. “It’s like he doesn’t care about the Entity’s rules at all, he ripped Ace off the generator and just… kept stabbing him.”

Jake knelt beside her, placing a hand on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Who is it?” He asked urgently.

“Ghost Face.”

Tobias felt his chest constrict painfully. None of the killers were what any sane person would call gentle, but The Ghost Face had a particular form of brutality that was infamous amongst the survivors. It was well known that he liked to photograph his kills, to commemorate his “work”. He enjoyed the hunting, the killing. He loved to strike fear into the hearts of his victims, he tormented anyone he set his sights on until they could do little more than shake and beg for their lives.

“He’s on my trail,” Meg whispered between panting breaths. “I’ll lead him away, just get the gates open.”

Jake nodded sharply. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

This prompted a smile to tug at the runner’s lips. “Me? Never.”

Before they could so much as wish her luck, she had pushed herself back to her feet and dashed off into the mist, leaving in her wake a trail that would be impossible to miss.

Tobias’s heart was racing, it pounded against his ribs like a bird desperate to escape its cage. He thought again of The Ghost Face. There was no mistaking the eyes he had felt boring straight through him while he sat shoulder to shoulder with Jake at the campfire. He knew the masked murderer had been watching him during what little peace there was between trials, though to what end he could not fathom. He found that he did not want to know, despite the conjectured reasonings that roiled in the back of his mind.

He hoped that Meg would be alright.

The generator was finished quickly enough afterwards, despite the trembling of Tobias’s limbs. It made the characteristic click, followed subsequently by a loud, piercing ding. The lights flickered to their full brightness, illuminating the small area and glistening off of what few sections of the smashed cars were not consumed by rust.

He opened his mouth to ask Jake where they should go next, but the words died on his tongue when he heard a shriek. Meg had been caught. And as she screamed Tobias realized she was close.

Far too close.

Neither of the men moved, standing still as statues. They could do nothing but stare at each other in horror as they listened to their friend die. When Meg’s cries ceased, the only sound that was left was the perpetual put-put-put of the fully functioning generator and Tobias’s ragged, terror laden breathing.

His heart whipped itself into a frenzy, but it took him a handful of stupefied seconds before his frazzled brain made the connection that the killer-- that Ghost Face-- would be there any moment. Jake reached that same conclusion just a hairsbreadth sooner than him, jolting into action.

He grabbed Tobias by the elbow, dragging him to the nearest locker and opening the creaky metal doors as quickly as he could without causing the rusty hinges to reveal their position. Tobias found himself being pushed into the cramped space, but was quickly forced to one side as his companion clambered in after him. Jake closed the doors as carefully as was due, leaving them in near total darkness with the exception of what little light seeped in through the louvers.

Despite the circumstances, Tobias found the dark almost comforting. He listened to Jake’s breathing, tense but even, and took solace in the fact that he was not alone in his fright. He could feel every rise and fall of the other man’s chest against his arm. The warmth of the survivalist’s body pressed to his own would normally have his cheeks aflame with embarrassment, but in that moment the closeness was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Jake leaned against the side of the locker, stooping slightly to peek out through the slats. Following his lead, Tobias did the same, though he saw little but the few feet of ground in front of the locker. He felt his companion stiffen beside him, and Tobias looked over just in time to see Jake shake his head and put a finger to his lips. Tobias doubted his tongue would have functioned properly had he wanted to say something, but he nodded his understanding anyway.

It was then that he heard it, heard the sound that had drawn such a reaction from the other man. Faintly, and only if he really focused, he could hear the swishing of fabric that heralded the arrival of the black-robed sadist. He could hear his own blood rushing in his ears and he wondered if the Ghost Face could hear it too. Would that be what gave them away? He wished he could see more of the area, wanted desperately to know where their tormentor was in relation to their hiding spot.

He got his wish soon enough.

A pair of black combat boots stepped into view. Despite the apparent care put into their upkeep, it was obvious that the heavy footwear was well-worn and well-acquainted with action. He saw blood glistening on the toes and rubber soles, and nausea welled in his gut. It was fresh. It was Meg’s.

His mind and body revolted. He wanted to run and run and run until he could not run anymore. But Jake held him steady. The survivalist braced his arm in front of Tobias’s cowering form, and the look on his face was so severe that for a moment he thought that Jake would burst forth from the locker into Ghost Face in that way Jane had tried to show him once. He wished now more than ever that he had paid more attention, that he was a better learner.

For the span of a few heartbeats, all was still. Ghost Face didn’t move on his side of the doors, and they held their breath within. The air seemed to crackle with tension, singeing Tobias’s nerve endings and making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He was too afraid to even swallow.

Before he could blink, the doors were flung open. Light the color of rot flooded their hiding space, nearly blinding to eyes that had only just adjusted to the darkness.

“Found you,” Ghost Face hissed, the sound of his voice muffled and warped from behind the bone white plastic mask.

Jake leaned in closer to Tobias, seemingly using his own body to act as a shield. “Fuck you,” he growled.

“You’re not my type, loverboy.”

Like a viper striking its prey, a hand wrapped in leather shot out and snatched Jake by his collar, yanking him out into the clearing. The nearby generator puttered on, unbothered by the impending violence even as Jake yelled obscenities and Tobias stood slack jawed and frozen in place. All at once, time slowed to a crawl, but things were happening too fast.

The knife glimmered briefly, flashing in the artificial light then disappearing again. Jake made a pained sound, somewhere between a yelp and a groan. As Ghost Face withdrew the knife from the survivor’s abdomen, a flow of blood followed it. The blade was painted red, but that did not stop its wielder from plunging it back into his victim. Again and again, spilling more and more of that vital scarlet onto the dusty ground below.

Jake’s head lolled backwards, and though blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and dimness already glazed his eyes as they made contact with Tobias’s, he wheezed out one final word on a gurgled breath:

“Run.”

He stumbled out of the locker, shocked out of his stupor and into action. The Black Lock. It would open and he had to find it. He would live because Jake told him to. He would escape this strange, fucked up trial that was just as awful as all the others yet somehow worse. He would--

He heard Jake’s body hit the ground, and then something pushed him forward, knocking him off balance and onto his front. He caught himself on his hands, and pain shot through his palms and up his wrists. He tried to scramble to his feet, tried to crawl forward, anything to get away from the smell of copper and death.

Hands grabbed at his ankles.

Tobias was dragged backwards across the ground, sharp rocks cutting into the softness of his face and belly while his fingers scrambled desperately for purchase amongst the earth and dead foliage. Fear welled in his throat like so much bile and its taste was sharp and acrid as it hit the back of his tongue. It never became any easier, the pain never dulled. Despite doing so uncountable times before, he did not want to die.

The air was knocked from his lungs as a heaviness pinned him down. Confusion flashed like a beacon behind his eyes. What was—

And then he felt the first roll of the larger man’s hips.

Understanding hit him like a speeding train and his blood froze in his veins. No, he told himself, he would not be frozen again. He wouldn’t. He screamed even though there was no one to hear him, no one to come to his rescue. The only person that could have saved him lay dead a few feet away. He kicked at the ground, but he didn’t have the strength or leverage to unseat the Ghost Face. Tobias tried to wiggle out from beneath the crushing weight on top of him prompting the killer's hand upwards to grasp a fistful of his hair, pulling a pitiful pleading sound from his throat. A dark chuckle rumbled against his back. He wasn't going anywhere.

“That’s better,” the words were purred into Tobias’s ear. “Glad to see there’s still some fight left in you.”

Hands were on him. Stroking and grabbing and caressing. Ghost Face ground his pelvis harder into his backside, and Tobias felt the cold metal of the knife pressed against his side, threatening to slice into the flesh above his hip. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would certainly hurt. His struggles subsided for a moment as the unspoken threat gave him pause.

His thrashing renewed when a hand took hold of his waistband and shoved his jeans down his thighs. He felt tears of frustration at his own helplessness well in his eyes, burning their shame in streaks down his bloodied face. He heard the rustle of fabric and the clinking of a belt being undone, he knew what would come next but still could not suppress the keening wail his throat let out when he felt the unmistakable burn of an erection.

“I’ll show you how it’s done,” Ghost Face promised, voice rasping roughly as his words buzzed like wasps inside Tobias’s head. He sounded ravenous and ravening. “You are mine.”

His breath hitched as the head of the killer’s cock prodded at his ass. Ghost Face took his time, seemingly unhurried in his violation of his victim. Tobias felt like he was choking. Choking on spit, and rage, and terror. But while his mind was screaming, his body just felt numb. A wish burst like a falling star within his consciousness.

He wished that Ghost Face would just kill him. At least that would be quick.

He pushed in and Tobias howled. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. He was too big and Tobias was sure he would be split in two. He tried desperately, frantically to crawl away, but just as before he was unsuccessful.

His mind shattered and fled in a million different directions. He thought of his life before this hell, thought of how simple things had been before generators, hooks, and exit gates. He thought about Meg’s cold body tossed carelessly behind a tired tread somewhere. He thought of the campfire’s glow and the warmth of Jake’s shoulder leaned into his own. He thought about the blood pooling on the ground and seeping into the leg of his jeans.

He tried not to think about the panting and moaning of the man rutting into him. He tried not to think about the way his bloodstained hands caused chills to race up and down his spine in a way that was only partially due to disgust. Most of all he tried not to think about how the longer this went on, the more the burning pain dulled and turned into a horrible, shameful pleasure that welled in his gut and spread outwards from his core as Ghost Face pounded into something inside of him.

He squeezed his eyes shut and balled his hands into shaky, trembling fists. He felt the glide and friction of leather as it slid over his bare skin. He was shocked when he heard a moan pull itself from his body.

Ghost Face’s punishing rhythm stuttered as he heard the sound, slowing momentarily before he renewed his thrusts with renewed vigor. He curled his body over Tobias’s, to wrap a hand around his throat and cup the underside of his jaw.

“I told you,” he gloated. “You’re mine.”

Tobias gasped as white light burst behind his eyes. Sparking and unbearable pleasure surged within him. “I don’t,” he pleaded, unsure if he was disagreeing with the killer’s words or his own physical response.

A grunt from the other man was his only warning before he felt heat spilling within him, the warmth caused his eyes to go wide as it coated his insides. Ghost Face thrust through it, milking his orgasm until he could not even continue the lazy rolling of his sated hips. Tobias thought it might be over.

“Think of what loverboy would say if he could see you now,” Ghost Face chuckled, sitting back on his heels and surveying the mess he had made.

Tobias took stock of himself as he lay prone. He was covered in blood, some of it his some of it not. He felt ruined and raw. His face stung, abraded by the graveled ground. He thought he would feel dirty and violated. He thought he would feel an overwhelming amount of hate, directed at either himself or the man that still loomed over him. Mostly, he just felt tired.

Strong hands took hold of his hips. He whined weakly as he was flipped onto his back, now staring up at a sky the color of sewage. Ghostface forced his legs apart and leaned over his pliant body once more. Tobias sucked in a surprised breath as he realized that the killer had removed his mask, revealing his face. Looking down at him was not the face of a demon, this was no unspeakable monstrosity. No, the man looking down at him was just that: a man. He might have been anyone; a neighbor, a coworker, someone he would pass while walking down a city street.

Tobias didn’t know what he expected to happen next, but it wasn’t for Ghost Face to mash his mouth against his own. He felt a tongue skim over his sealed lips, asking for entrance. At first, he was disinclined to allow it, but the prodding of a blade into his side reminded him of the knife still in the other man’s hand, and he realized that it hadn’t been a request. He parted his lips and he felt the killer smile against him before he tasted the tang of his tongue against his own. His head was spinning, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of oxygen from the lingering kiss or from the surreality of the situation. If this were under any other circumstances, he would have thought Ghost Face was a surprisingly good kisser.

Eventually, the kiss came to an end, and Tobias was allowed to draw a full breath once more. He didn’t dare move, couldn’t. He lifted his head only slightly, just enough to watch Ghost Face clean Jake’s blood from his blade and readjust his clothing and mask until he was back to the familiar portrait of a killer that Tobias knew.

He straddled Tobias’s hips, settling in until he was comfortable. It did not escape his notice that the knife was still in his hand. He knew what would come next.

“See you in the next one,” Ghost Face guaranteed, raising the weapon above his head.

Tobias closed his eyes and waited. He thought of the campfire and its occupants. He thought of Jake. He’d be back there soon enough.

#kofi commission #DBD Ghostface #The Ghost Face #dbd jake #jake park #smut #handfulajake

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optimistic-smiler · 5 years ago

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A Jake got mad at me because I couldn't save them from a camping bubba. Saying he was hoping the killer had gotten me before I found the hatch. Like bitch what do you want me to do? We're all low ass ranks (20-17). I don't have borrowed time or anything that would prevent us from both going down. Poor Meg got tunneled and camped to hell and back while David hid in a locker most of the damn match anyway yet you wanna get mad at me? Ah well I got the hatch anyway so stay mad sweet heart.

#going on a suicide mission to save your dumb ass #i am not messing with a camping bubba unless I have the perks for it

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tuffdwightwest · 5 years ago

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Entity's Obsession

In which the Entity finds a certain survivor interesting. Will have multiple chapters. Dwight Centric.

Dwight's lungs burned as he finally hid behind a few tires. The overwhelming heartbeat finally leaving him. His body throbbed with the pain of the hook that was once embedded in him, as well as the bruised cuts he received from the killer bat.

The doctor. He could still feel the effect of the creatures electricity, crawling at his brain. Making him numb and crazy as he finally forced himself up stumbling towards...

Dwight really didn't know. Already he had witnessed Meg sacrificed on the hook. And then Jake soon after electrocuted, an unnatural grin trapped on his face while his gaze remained lifeless. Two of Dwight's oldest friends, down. The fourth survivor Bill, got him off the hook, but they both ran a different direction. The doctor following the old man instead of Dwight.

The round however was clearly lost. 4 Generators still remained and the distant cry of the old man going down, burnt the last of Dwight's dwindling hope. It was at this point that a survivor should look for a hatch but instead, Dwight stumbled towards a red locker. Crawling inside with a whimper as he closed it gently behind him.

Even if he did find the hatch, he would just return to the fire and soon another match. It never seemed to end. Especially for him. He did more trials then anyone and seemed to die the most as well. It was all so exhausting. He wasn't a fan of being killed but he felt in a mood, as he crouched down to his knees. Pulling them against his chest as he whimpered at the wounds he still felt.

No sooner did he do this before he felt a shockwave flow through the arena. No doubt Bill officially being dead now. Unable to stop a sob from escaping him he curled up even tighter against himself. He didn't often get a chance to breakdown like this, especially since the survivors viewed him as the leader. For reasons he still didn't understand.

He knew he could be found at any moment but he seemed even numb to the heartbeat at this point as he just whimpered and sobbed. Eventually growing tired, his limbs feeling heavy from both his emotions and his wounds that were still bleeding. Coating his once white shirt in it. The whole locker smelling coppery making him feel sick. Still he stayed. Eyes growing droopy despite the still real threat.

Maybe if he fell asleep, it would hurt less when the killer killed him. He wished he was fighting Michael. A knife through the heart seemed so peaceful at the moment.

Soon his head lolled to the side as he finally fell asleep. Pleasant dreams didn't follow him as he imagined the many gruesome ways he could and had been murdered. But he still slept none the less. Oblivious to the spider like daggers growing out from around the locker. The entity swarming the Male as its claws poised to strike. To claim the nervous leader once again.

However, for once the being paused. Claws still poised but more focused on the young man. Its favorite. Although Dwight didn't know that. It's why it always chose Dwight for challenges. Loving to receive the Male again and again. He was always dead, simply being food, but for some reason the being hesitated.

The Entity many viewed as a mindless brutal being. But that wasn't true. It had thoughts, emotions even. It fed off of them. It observed the survivors, the killers. The trails being both a source of food for the being and a source of learning. It had never been this close to a survivor without killing it however. The creature watching Dwight as his chest lifted up and down, oblivious to the God-like creatures gaze.

The entity heard the killer approach, knowing the surivor would be sacrificed soon. Be food to be fed to the being. Reaching out with a claw towards Dwight however, it found itself running the claw against the mans cheek. Surprised when Dwight unconsciously nuzzled back, a whine escaping him.

Taking the claw back the being was surprised. It knew humans were affectionate had even witnessed it when he left the survivors without a trail. Friendships and human bonding happened which it didn't understand but also didn't stop. He saw it though. He watched as Jake nuzzled against Claudette. Or the way Nea held Meg. He knew all the survivors names and who they were close to. All of them had one or many that they showed affection to.

All but one. The one that just absentminded showed affection to the Entity. As the locker was suddenly jarred open revealing the twisted face of Herman. And startling Dwight into a terrified awareness. The Entity's claws finally shot forward. Piercing the mans heart, absorbing his shock and pain. As the Doctor looked on in disappointment.

Claiming the Survivor once again. The Entity returned The Doctor back to his cage while he absorbed the rest of Dwight. The human finally being able to return to the others. The Entitys claws brushing over his body as it revived and returned him to the camp.

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Waking up from a kill always hurt. Especially when being killed by the Entity. One always returning feeling cold and off. As Dwight reformed in an orange glow. The other survivors looked over. Some a bit curious as he finished respawning.

"Took you a long time to get sacrificed." Meg noted. Raising an eyebrow at the nervous leader.

Looking over at her, Dwight felt his cheeks redden slightly. He had fallen asleep. He had fallen asleep mid trial. There was no way he was going to admit that to her. "I uh, hid well." He lied.

"What about that timer the Entity puts on us. It wasn't there this time?" She asked unconvinced.

Dwight was confused by that. How long had he been asleep. "It counted down. I was killed by the timer." He said. Or at least he assumed he was, first he saw the doctor and then suddenly he felt the familiar claw pierce him.

Meg still looked wary but her attention soon drifted as Nea suddenly respawned. The girl heading over to her immediately and pulling her into a hug. Dwight looked away before it could get too awkward. Getting to his feet nobody really noticed as he went to the outskirts of the fire. Going into the mist and sitting down next to a rock. It was cold over here but as the other survivors arrived he found he didn't feel much for socializing.

It seemed everyone had paired off. Whether it be close friends or lovers in a few peoples cases. Yet Dwight didn't have that bond with anyone. Most people tolerated. Some even respected and liked him but he still was the odd one out. Which hurt cause he really was trying to be friendly with them all.

But as most things in his life. He was always pushed aside or a butt of a joke instead. Sighing, he pulled out his notepad before deciding just to write. Sometimes he wrote important things. Strategies, ways to combat killers and organize the survivors more efficiently. He didn't feel like that right now and instead wrote an extremely self indulgent thing.

Just each of his friends coming up and congratulating or saying they loved him or were happy to have him in their life. Seemed like a weird thing to write but it calmed the nervous leader. As he just became lost with the fake emotions he wrote down. Becoming lost in his own fantasies, where he always saved them. They ended up loving him even more. Hugging him, getting him a cake.

The dream was shattered though as a snap caused his pencil to break. A smudge being left in its wake. Such a simple thing but at the moment so devastating. Without thinking, he threw the pencil, frustrated as he pulled his knees up to his chest. His fantasy broken.

His eyes caught movement however, as to his surprise the pencil rolled back. Stopping right near his shoe. The tip sharpened just the way he liked it. Nervous, he reached out before picking up the pencil. Looking the direction it came but not seeing anything but fog.

Clutching the pencil, he looked back down at it. Wondering if he was imagining anything. Unable to shake the feeling of being watched he then turned back towards the fire. Leaving the woods and fog behind him.

#dwight fairfield #DBD #dbd entity

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inshortsupply · 6 years ago

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so this one meg was great at juking but as you know, that doesn't last forever but it was enough for us to get 3-almost 4 generators completed. when they were hooked I was pretty close so I hid in a locker cuz he was coming my way.

only reason I didnt go for the save after getting out was cuz the killer had iron maiden and i yeeted myself outta there cuz he was coming for my ass. couldn't find me so when my friend went for the save they ended up getting chased and downed.

I still saved the person on the hook but the killer left my friend on the ground to go after her again and basically she was tunneled and camped, couldn't be helped cuz neither of us had borrowed time and it's the legion, so-

anyways we all got out except her and she called all of us trash and me a "locker hiding pussy" and told me they'd "see me soon" 😂😂😂

people are better at certain things. some are great at juking and some at stealth. that's how it be sometimes, so don't bag on others and don't be salty you died when it's out of survivors hands.

#text #i just happen to be better at stealth since its a quality i love in games more #i can usually pull off maneuvering around jungle gyms when the killer is looking but timing is key ya know

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iamtheonlycure · 7 years ago

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Madness Malfunction

With a loud rumble and lights suddenly turning on, Claudette left the finished generator.

Three generators were left. Earlier in the match she had heard the screams of her friends and the electricity in the air. They were going against the Doctor.

She hated the Doctor, from his terribly unnerving appearance and insanity inducing abilities. She was already dealing with the effects of his shocks from earlier. Her body almost felt weightless although her mind in some way felt heavy and confused, as if in a haze.

She walked looking for the blinking lights above the wrecked autohaven walls. She listened as the heartbeat grew louder in her mind, crouching near a locker that had substantial amount of grass near it.

She looked around as the hearbeat grew at an alarmingly rate. She glanced behind her shoulder, letting out a surprised whimper as she saw the Doctors figure staring at her. For it to only produce a static noise and disappear, a hallucination.

A shock wave erupted underneath her feet, the electricity rippling up her legs and arms. A picture over took her vision as she screamed. The shocks from earlier producing pain, but also almost instantly fading away as if they didn't happen.

Faintly she heard the Doctor laugh after she had been shocked, revealing her position. She started running, heaving breaths feeling exhausted despite being fine a minute ago.

More shocks erupted under feet, traveling up her body. She screamed again, her muscles seizing up.

The heavyness from her mind started to fade, glancing over her shoulder she realized the Doctor had switched to his stick.

He swung, just missing her back. Enough that she felt the wind on the back of her neck. By now she had found a pallet, she panick when she saw the red stain suddenly behind her on the ground.

She twisted and threw the pallet, although the Doctor wasn't even close. He stared at her for a second with his smile, seeming amused that his powers had worked on her.

He ran forwards, getting ready to break the pallet, raising his leg and hitting it and making it crack.

"Hey dipshit!"

Nea ran out from behind some tires, before raising her flashlight and flashing it into the Doctors eyes.

He stopped breaking the pallet and brought a hand up to cover his senstive eyes.

Claudette stared, frozen before she felt a strong grasp on her forearm and pull her away. She looked at the person, instantly recognizing Jake.

"We need to go, now!" He said urgently, pulling her with him as he ran. Faintly they heard the Doctor whimper before the heartbeat became faint until it was no longer there.

Jake stopped between some walls, allowing Claudette to collasp on the ground. He crouched down beside her.

"You're not hurt are you?" He asked softly, faintly brushing his fingers across Claudette to search for any injuries, although there obviously was none.

She shook her head and put her head into her hands, she faintly heard Jake whisper something comforting before saying he'd be right back. She continued to sit there, head buried into her hands and arms trying to bring back her sanity. Flashes of the Doctors face crossed her mind involuntary, almost making her want to scream and cry.

"Hey, hey its okay."

She heard a soft womenly voice, looking up she was surprsied to see herself crouched before her. Wearing her outdoor bernet, one of her favorite two tone coats and pale jeans.

She stared, before the double in front of her suddenly looked up and softly grasped her wrist.

"Im sorry, but we need to go. Hes coming!" She whispered urgently, partly dragging the very confused Claudette behind her. They stopped behind a section of walls, finally seeing the Doctor come into sight towards them to only turn away. They watched for a few seconds before he disappeared from sight, heartbeat leaving as well.

"Phew! He didn't see us." The double turned towards Claudette with a smile.

"My names Morel." She said with a smile.

Claudette stared at Morel, before reaching and poking her jacket before pulling her hand back.

"You shouldn't be real..." She whispered softly.

Morel blinked, "You're not hurt are you?" Standing up she looked over a very confused Claudette over to see for injuries. After searching and being satisfied she stood up straight and pulled Claudette up with her.

"Lets finish generators, then afterwards you can rest. See if you feel better after that." Morel softly grabbed Claudettes wrist and lead the couple out into the open.

"Hes not looking this way, so it should be safe to cross the clearing." Explained Morel.

They crossed the clearing with ease, before crouching near a broken down vehicle. The Killers Shack sat in front of them, through the doorway Claudette could see a gen. She jumped when she heard a stressed voice behind her.

"Claudette!" Hissed Jake through clenched teeth. "I told you I'd be right back! Why'd you leave? You could've gotten hurt from that ugly bastard." He whispered angerly.

"Im sorry Jake, its just that Mor-...." She looked to her side to where Morel was, to only realize she wasn't there. She blinked.

"Wheres Morel?" She asked.

"More-.." Jake stopped, staring at Claudette confused.

"Claudette are you okay? There was no one with you when I saw you."

Now it was Claudette's time to stare at Jake confused.

"She was here, maybe she left when you got here. I believe she can sense when the killer is coming."

Jake went to open his mouth until he heard a gen in the distance rumble to life. Great, 2 more gens to do.

"Lets go do that gen in the shack." Claudette softly interwind her fingers with Jake and lead them to the generator. They both crouched and started working.

The sound of the generator slowly coming to life filled their ears. The piston squeaking slightly until it started moving, the second piston following behind it.

Grabbing the black and red lines from the gen, she tapped the exposed wires together. Timing them a certain amount before tapping them together again. She let out a squeak as the generator exploded sparks from her side, reacting automatically to cover herself. She had left them connected for to long.

Jake stayed silent as he continued with his side. To involved to finished the generator then to comment Claudettes mishap. 3 pistons were now moving fully, the 4th staying stubborn.

"Its okay, hes not coming over here. He must be busy with the others."

Claudette looked over and saw Morel beside her fixing the gen. Softly tapping the wires together and checking if the gears were moving properly.

"Morel!" Exclaimed Claudette excitedly. "See Jake shes back."

Jake looked up from his wires, he looked around.

"Claudette there's no one there." Stated Jake worriedly. "We really need to fix the gens and get you out of here. You're losing it."

Morel scoffed. "Rude! Men these days."

Claudette smiled. The generator's last piston was now moving faster and faster until the lights came on. They were about to go find another until a scream erupted at the gas station.

"That sounds like Nea." Jake said as he crouched behind a damaged vehicle looking towards the direction of the scream.

"I can get them." Said Morel. "Ill need your help though Claudette."

"Okay" Claudette looked at Jake "Morel and I are going to save."

"Wha-no. No! You're not yourself Claudette. You need to stay here beside me Meg can do it herself."

Claudette opened her mouth to only jump as Meg flew through the window. She was slightly bent over, holding a gash on her abdomen. Blood seeped through her fingers and quickly left a small puddle at her feet.

"Oh. Hey" Wheezed Meg "Healing right now would be great."

They both started towards Meg, although Claudette stopped.

"Im saving, you heal Meg and finished a generator okay?" Said Claudette as she walked to the doorway.

"Careful, hes staying near Nea. She pissed him off." Called Meg shakily, before letting out a small whimper when Jake rested a hand on her back softly.

"Claud-" Jake called, but Claudette was already running towards the area where Nea was hooked. Her own heartbeat already increasing in speed due to what she knew what was to come.

"So, we're both are going to have to grab her at the same time, okay?" Said Morel beside her.

"Okay."

By then they were at the station, Nea on the hook behind, surrounded by autohaven walls. From where she sat she could see the exit gate as well.

And like what Meg said, there was the Doctor. Not far from Nea, but not overly close either. He walked, almost pacing back and forth checking little hiding areas. He seemed to almost go into a pattern. Morel seemed to have noticed as well.

"When he goes around the wall we run for it."

They watched for a few moments before he finally disappeared. They both burst from the bush they hid in, running towards Nea. Before she realized, the Doctor was back.

She heard him whimper and took a glance over her shoulder to see Morel had pushed the pallet on him. Just as quickly she had thrown she was already beside Claudette. It seemed like they had almost merge when they lifted Nea off the hook.

"What the fuck, did that pallet just fucking fall?" Claudette pushed a very confused and surprised Nea out the autohaven window. They ran, Nea limped slightly behind her. She was going to help her move faster till she heard the last gen pop. The roaring sound of the exit gates sounded behind her and across the map.

"YEEEHAW BITCHES!" Yelled Nea as she flew by Claudette, seeming to be perfectly fine now considering a second ago.

She continued running, towards the farther exit gate, hoping itd be open. The heartbeat now, seemed to grow intense. She glanced over shoulder, to see an enraged Doctor running. His shoulders heaving from rage and his eyes burned. She was taken by surprised to how fast he had caught up to her.

He raised his Stick to swing at her, she expected pain to spread across her back. Instead she heard a shrill scream enter her ears. She looked back, to see Morel injuried leading the Doctor away.

"Run!" Yelled Morel, as the next swing brought her down, bringing out a scream. Claudette stared for a few seconds until everything clicked. A static nouse went off and Morel was gone, seemed like the Doctor was also just as confused. A hallunication. She quickly turned and ran, almost running into a wided eye Jake.

"I thought I heard you scream." He said as he put his hand on her lower back and pushed her in front of him, towards the direction of the exit gates.

It wasn't long till Claudette and Jake met Meg and Nea at the opened gate. The heartbeat had been a constant all the way to the gate. Together they passed the barrier until Nea looked back and wished a goodbye.

"See ya later cuntface!" Called Nea as the fog slowly took them back to the campfire.

"Can't wait to tell everyone how a fucking pallet just fell like that, right Claudette?"

She smiled softly. "Mmhm."

#dead by daylight #dbd #doctor dbd #doctor without eyebrows #dead by daylight claudette morel #jake park #nea karlson #nea cuntson #meg thomas

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