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[jesterkard]

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[kappa-bappa]

The two groups meet up

[dead-by-mending]

Lore - based meme dump part 2

[dwightfairfieldsboyfriend]

Bill be out smoking everyone at this point😗

[eyesoverinfinity]

Bill being a playable character in dead by daylight.

Let the old man rest for fucks sake he's done enough.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Tethered

Part III- Chapter 23: Sighting

Mentions of: Stabbing, Injuries, Death, Conflicted Feelings, angst, etc.

A/N: …Here we go…The moment you’ve been waiting for

Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @mama-miya

As you and Bill worked on the machine, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. And that something was a person, and that person was chasing after Meg. “Uh Bill, who’s that?”

“It’s the Legion.” He muttered, swearing under his breath. “The Who?”

You asked cluelessly. “The Legion. They’re a group of teen punks who like to start shit. They’re one of the worst to go against in trial, just from how irritating they are.”

“Huh.” You murmured, glancing away from the figure that was chasing after Meg, that was now moving farther and farther away. Seems like it’s going to be a long trial.

–

After hooking his first victim, Frank was off, searching for the next. He sprinted as fast as he could, feeling his heart race and the adrenaline rush.

Hearing the sound of a generator completed, he followed it, spotting two survivors in the distance. As he got closer and closer, he recognized them. It was that old man, Bill and….

You. It was You.

He found himself stopping, blood rushing to his head and making him groan in pain. But he didn’t care about that. All he could care about was the fact that you were standing right in front of him.

It felt like the whole world was crashing down on him. He stood there, frozen, taking you in.

By the time he realized that you and Bill noticed him, it was too late. You said something to him, and he pushed you away, making you run off while he did the same.

Had you recognized him? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. He was wearing a mask, and he was much different from the boy he once was. You don't know anything about him now. But there was a time where you knew him better than anyone, where you could pick him out in a crowd of hundreds of people, recognizing him just from his posture and mannerisms.

His body moved before him, and the next thing he knew, he was ignoring you, chasing down Bill instead. It was for the best. You were just a distraction, and he needed to focus.

–

Frank didn’t see you again until you saved Dwight from second hook, reaching on your tiptoes and pulling him down. He went charging at you, but once again, he stopped himself, and went after Dwight.

But before he could, you ran in front of him, smacking a pallet down on his head. “Go after me, not him!”

You snapped at Frank, that same selfless and brave attitude shining through. You haven't changed at all, have you?

He did as you wished, chasing after you instead. You were lithe and quick on your feet, dodging his attacks with ease. But after a while, you started to grow tired from the chase, and he took advantage of his adrenaline to break out into a sprint.

He caught up with you, slicing your arm and making you cry out. That caused him to stop once again, memories of you flowing through his head.

All those times you smiled at him, those times you held him and kissed him…the times you were afraid and hurt. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain, yet here he was.

“(Y/n), I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”

Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He watched as you got away, grabbing your arm and running off. He needed this trial to be over as soon as possible.

And so, Frank worked fast, killing off all the other survivors, despite how hard they tried to fight back. Especially you, trying to save all your teammates, you gave him a really tough time and it was even worse because he knew he couldn’t hurt you. Because he knew who you truly were.

But he managed to get through it, and it was almost over. It was just you and him left on the trial grounds, all your other teammates sacrificed.

Now he just needed you to find hatch and get out of here. He wasn’t even trying at this point, walking the perimeter f the trial area, doing everything he could to avoid you.

But while he did that, he found Hatch. Reluctantly, he shut it. At least this will speed things up a little.

–

Since you are relatively new, you still have trouble finding the exit gates, especially on trial grounds you were unfamiliar with. This was one of them.

You frantically looked around, hearing another gong from the timer. You were running out of time, and you felt like you were going in circles. God, you’re so stupid. What do you do?

Calming yourself, you managed to find it. But there was only one problem. The killer was standing right in front of it, waiting for you. He sliced at the lever with his knife, opening the gate.

This happened once before, with The Clown. For a moment, you thought he was showing some mercy and letting you go, but once you got close, he cut you down and hooked you, sacrificing you. That made you realize it was just his cruel way of punishment, hanging freedom right in front of you, and then tearing it away.

But this one seemed different. Every time he went after you, it was like he hesitated. Like he didn’t want to do it. But he also killed your teammates brutally, so you had no idea what he was going to do.

He motioned for you to walk over, and you hesitantly did as told, cautious and skittish. Just as you were about to walk past, he grabbed your arm, stopping you and making you jump and yelp.

You pushed him away, trying to run but stumbling over yourself, twisting your ankle and falling. You crawled away from him, groaning in pain, but he walked towards you, crouching above you.

This was it, the moment he was going to hurt you. The moment he was going to kill and sacrifice you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the pain, but to your surprise, it never came.

When you opened your eyes, he was holding your locket, caressing it softly. His head was tilted, almost as if he was examining it closely. He pushed it open, only to find that there was no picture inside. Then, he shut it, stepping away from you.

He pointed to the exit, gesturing for you to go. So, you did, escaping and leaving the killer all alone.

[haysprite]

"I want to see Julie and Stank ( sorry ) frank taking victor to the carnival and David and Yui Discussing LGBTQ+ things at the carnival as well 😅"

Victor kinda just clinged onto Julie and now Charlotte has to deal with him running off to bug her lmfao. Frank isn't too happy about it, but he'll live, he just wants to spend time with Julie <3

Meanwhile, David and Yui are being gay and causing some shenanigans >:3

"Susie explaining the fnaf lore to whoever will listen"

He kinda just has to deal with it until the Entity takes him away (he's never wished for it to happen sooner in his life, cause what the fuck is a goddamn springlock?)

"Dizzy trapper (he spun too much)"

Jill ran him around the bush one too many times! Based off a game clip of mine, this very Trapper ended up giving me hatch after tunneling/slugging my teammates out 😭

"Susie putting stickers all over Frank's mask :D She's a little prankster"

She's a lil shit and knows she can get away with it >:3

Just some more doodle requests from Twitter and Insta! Been having a lot of fun with these, and I plan on doing more after the weekend (pray for me, I work like 22 hours between today and tomorrow 🛐)

[drama-by-daylight]

Quentin and Bill are also both licensed characters and we all know how stingy licenses can be so don't bring up characters who are irrelevant into the conversation 🤷‍♀️

[randomfandomdreaming]

We all kept getting downed and this happened near the end of the Trial. This entire Trial was nothing but chaos the moment we found ourselves spawned in 🤣

Me, a P25 Nea: [joins a lobby with a P10 Jane, a P8 Mikaela, and a non-Prestiged Bill]

Me: [Reads Bill’s name] Oh my God, I’m protecting you with my life, baby boy!

The Entity: [gives us Fucking Haddonfield]

The Killer, a P1 Trapper: [is terrifyingly good at flicking]

Me: Holy fuck! Are you PC? [gets downed again by a flick] You’re fucking PC!

Trapper: [leaves me on the ground]

Me: [running Boil Over and Flip Flop] I wouldn’t leave me here if I were you.

Trapper: [finally picks me up and tries to take me to basement]

Me: [wiggles off] Told you! [gets downed again] Are we repeating what just happened or…?

Trapper: [leaves me on the ground AGAIN]

Me: My guy, we just went through this! [eventually gets picked up after recovering all the way] Bad idea!

Trapper: [tries to get me to basement again and fails]

Me: [gets downed again]

Trapper: [picks me up immediately and gets me to a non-basement hook]

Also Trapper: [hits me on hook a few times with some PC mouse spins]

Me: Yeah, you’re PC! That was fun!

Also me: [high for that entire match]

[justheretop0st]

Not Needed

More and more came. It was a disheartening fact, but there was nothing more he could do. He was usually there in trial whenever he’d meet the new survivor. He would help them as best he could, trying to teach them how to start a generator or keeping them from harms way. But it wasn’t possible to keep them from dying. Even if he sacrificed himself for them.

They’d always thank him for trying once they all were at the camp fire. He was always responsible for explaining the rules inside and outside trial. He was only a pizza what! manager, but he took every training seriously. He did not have enough brains to go to college after high school nor did he have money. But he was content with his life. Mostly. So he used every skill he learned and it usually helped. After all, there was little he could do for the mental aspect of this world.

Most people came into the world broken, and being in the Entities realm made it worse. But he tried his best. As did everyone else. The rules for outside of trail helped. No blaming. No anger. No retaliation for actions inside of trail. No yelling. No keeping it in.

It was a rocky start in this world, but through learned experience from work and these twister games, he was able to set these rules into place. There was some resistance on some because of the situation they found themselves in, but the others had his back. It was always a process and it always worked out in the end.

But the more people came, the more he began to notice that there were much better people suited for this leadership role. He took notice that newcomers would often look to others for confirmation. It became such a habit that the select few would come over to him and the newcomer to basically confirm the rules and reality of this realm.

It had happened before but the earlier survivors mostly took his word on it. The ones who came after Ash began this process of looking to Ash, Adam or Bill for any kind of confirmation or guidance. It was a small change but one he did notice. All those after Ash came in with different life experiences, all of which were more qualified to lead.

Yui ran a gang. Albeit a motorcycle gang, but she had leadership that symbolized something important. Jane was a host who influenced so many peoples lives. Zarina was able to inform and capture the attention of people; she failed before but as is said- you learn from failure.

He thought so hard about stepping down so others may take up the torch and have someone to inspire hope. There was just one problem: how would he ask? He was so lost in his mind that he became withdrawn.

How could he pick someone? Would he pick someone? Wouldn’t it be better to have a group of leaders? How would he ask? It wasn’t as simple as being outright, surely.

Over time he had come to decide to simply ask someone else to handle difficult situations. They would help out if they needed. But he would use the guise that he was injured or tired. Perhaps by this, they would automatically take up the torch when the time came.

It was problematic, he was setting himself up to be looked at as a leader who turn his back on his group. But that’s the thing wasn’t it? They weren’t his group. They were simple a group of people in a horrible situation. Perhaps with better equipped people, they’d be more successful.

He was ok with disappearing into nothing. As long as they all had the help and support they needed. He could trust his friends, they’d take care of the rest. There was nothing to worry about now. They didn’t need him anymore, and that was ok. All he could hope is that all their needs would be met with their new leaders.

He was fine with not being needed.

[ask-theoverseer-max]

Whats the deal with the guitar in the menu?

(Deep strums of a guitar playing the Legion Theme song while waiting for a trial to start.)

Meg: ok seriously whose playing that?

Dwight: Wait you guys can hear it too? I thought that was just me going crazy.

Jeff: I don't mind it but it's not making me feel good about going into a trial.

Bill (to the Killer): Hey! Could you shut off that racket!

Frank: Fuck you old man, I spent hours writing this track for my crew's theme song!

(Somewhere nearby)

Maxwell: Makes for good practice.

[grumpyoldhag]

this is how their relationship started..♥ spoiler: Bill didn't like him at first (ツ)

[dead-by-mending]

Thank you 🥲

Context :

I decide to do a game as Pig for an ambush daily. I go against an undercover Ada with a toolbox, a default Bill with no items, and 2 Dwights, a mummy with a flashlight and a dinosaur with a medkit. Load on Gas Heaven. I down Ada in main building, right as a gen pops and my Ruin gets cleansed (probably by Bill), which is kinda infuriating already. Put a trap on Ada, pick her up, mummy Dwight goes for a save and fails, but then he bodyblocks for Bill, who now had a toolbox, who sabos my Pain res hook. I hit him but he teabags, as we both knew there was nothing I could do...until I noticed something : Ada stopped wiggling. Hope came back as I carried Ada to a further Pain res hook, and while mummy Dwight takes a useless hit, Bill DC's. That was so funny ! Later Dino Dwight tbagged at shack pallet, so I assumed he was in this as well. And so it was decided that Ada would be the sole survivor (no pun intended). After sacrificing both Dwights (Dino gave up on second hook), I let Ada boop the snoot. She wanted me to hook her but I said no, and brought Bill to the basement instead. While he was diying, we farmed a bit, and then I gave hatch to her. I gave her a thumbs up in the tally screen, and wish I could send her a dm to thank her but her ps profile was private...

[catboygirljoker]

[somecrimsondream]

Animal crossing and Dbd!

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Fifteen: Future Plans

Mentions of: Drugs, Slight Angst, Feelings, Feelings, Lots of Feelings, Lots of Banter, etc.

A/N: This is probably one of my all time favorite chapters I’ve ever written oh my god

Tags: @vandeaad @mama-miya @dead-bxxxtch-walking @prettycutebunny @froegis

It’s been a long while since you talked with Susie. You don’t want to talk to her, and if you do see her again by chance anytime soon, you’ll apologize. You weren’t a good friend to her, and you used her as a placeholder for your sister. But she’s not your sister, and she never will be.

You realized that you were grieving, that you accepted the fact that you’re going to spend eternity here. But why do you have to? Maybe there’s a way out and the others just don’t know about it yet. Maybe you can escape.

You asked around, and none of the survivors knew anything, but maybe they just gave up too quickly. But you’re not going to give up, you’re going to find a way out of here if it’s the last thing you do. You’ll die trying if you have to.

And now, here you stand, in your cabin, staring down at the notes you’ve written on The Entity, blunt in hand, listening to your music. Smoking gives you clarity and helps you think of new things.

It also helps with the anxiety you’ve been suffering from. Talking with survivors like Bill, Leon and Kate helps too, but it can only do so much. Plus, you’ve been very irritable lately, and you don’t want to ruin anymore of the friendships you already have. It’s better to distance yourself, so you won’t miss them when you escape. But you know no matter what, you probably will.

As you stared down at the drawings in your journal, you listened closely to the music playing.

The door was open and the wind appeared, The candles blew and then disappeared,

The curtains flew and then he appeared, saying “don’t be afraid”

You were so consumed in the song that you hadn’t even realized someone was waiting at your door.

She had become like they are, She had taken his hand,

She had become like they are, Come on baby, Don’t fear the Reaper

As the song ended, you heard the loud banging against the door, making you jump. Pulling off your headphones and pausing your tape, you walked over and answered it, shocked by who was standing there.

“Frank?” How did he get here? How does he know your cabin? Has he been here before? What does he want? The last thing you need right now is another Legion member at your place and in your buisness.

Before any of those questions could be answered, he pushed past you, letting out an annoyed huff and walking inside. “Finally, it took you long enough.”

“Jeez, make yourself comfortable, why don’t you?” You growled in annoyance, watching as he plopped down on your bean bag chair, removing his mask and tossing it onto your bed.

“Listen, Toots, I’m not in the mood to play this game right now. I spared you and gave you my weed. You let me stay here for a bit, and we’ll call it even.” He told you.

“Wait, I owe you for not killing me when it’s basic human decency? Seriously?” You remarked snarkily.

“You know killers get punished if they don’t kill anyone. We don’t get a choice. Now, I know you’ve been smoking, I can smell it. So can you please pass the blunt here?” He asked.

You snickered at that, picking up the blunt and handing it to him. “So you do have manners.”

“Sometimes. But just like most people, I only have manners when I really want things.” He admitted with a smirk, making you chuckle.

You decided to take a little break from your research, sitting down on the bed beside him. If you weren’t so baked right now, you’d probably be yelling at him and kicking him out. But you’re relaxed and you don’t care, since you’re going to be gone soon. You might as well just stop giving a fuck and let go for a bit.

“So why are you here?” Frank just shrugged in response. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t know the answer to that himself.

He was just pissed. He and Julie got into yet another fight and he just can’t deal right now. He couldn’t stay at the lodge, he just had to leave, and the next thing he knew, he was standing at your door, knocking.

He didn’t even know if you would answer or if he could even come into your lodge, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to talk to The Legion or some other killer. He just wanted to see you. And he has no idea why.

“What were you doing before I got here?” He replied, taking a hit from the blunt and glancing over at your journal on the table. “You didn’t answer my question, why should I answer yours?”

“Fine. You don’t have to answer it. I guess I’ll just figure it out on my own.” He jumped up from the beanbag chair, running over to your desk. Catching on to what he was doing, you followed after, trying to stop him. But he was too fast.

Using one hand to hold you back and the other to flip through your journal, he read it, ignoring all your yelling and swearing, and clawing at him to get your journal back. Finally, you managed to push him away, snatching it from his grip.

Angrily, you threw it into your drawer, slamming it shut. “Fuck you! Get out! Get out now!”

“Okay, okay, no, I’m sorry, alright? I’ll stop.” He laughed at your attempts to push him out of the cabin, before becoming sincere. That’s the first time you've ever heard an apology from him, and for some reason, a small part of you likes seeing this side of him. So you let him stay.

“Those drawings you did were good. Those sketches were The Entity, right? And that girl…is she your-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumbled, picking up the blunt that had fallen on the floor during the struggle, taking a long drag.

You sat back on your bed, leaning against the wall, while Frank returned to the bean bag. “Do you ever want to leave this place?”

“Of course. I mean, it does have its perks, but it’s also a shithole. Believe it or not, I miss the real world, no matter how horrible and corrupt the people are in it. I miss feeling things, besides just rage and blood lust.” He confessed.

“Well you do feel things other than bloodlust and anger, otherwise we wouldn’t be sitting like this.” You told him, passing him the blunt.

He grinned at you. “I guess so, but those feelings are muted. It’s like I’m forgetting how to feel them.”

You nodded, feeling a similar way. You suppose since you’ve been here for a shorter period of time, you’re more intact with your feelings, feeling anger, depression, but also hope. Still, your feelings of fear and despair can be much stronger at times.

“What about you?” He asked.

“More than anything. I miss my sister so much. She was my whole world. Sometimes, she was the only thing that kept me going, and now, I lost her, and I can’t- fuck. Sorry, this sounds so cheesy.” You admitted, cringing at your words. You tried your best to swallow the lump in your throat, holding back tears.

It was silent for a couple of minutes, before Frank spoke again. “Well, if you did get back, what do you think you’d do?”

“Probably make up for lost time with my sister, and work as a tattoo artist.” You replied with a shrug.

“Tattoo artist, that's cool. Do you have any tattoos?” He questioned, intrigued by this new side of you. You gave him a sly smirk. “A few. My Father hated tattoos, so I just had to get some and hide them from him.”

You turned your back to him, showing the sparrow tattooed on your left shoulder blade. Most of the time it’s hidden with the flannel you wear, but you’re just in your tank top right now, so he can see. “Of course you’d get a bird tattoo.”

You whipped your head when you heard that, glaring at him. “What do you mean, ‘of course?’ You’re the one who has a flaming skull tattoo. That just screams angsty teen wannabe bad boy.”

“Fuck you.” He spat with a chuckle and you laughed with him. His laughter sounded so warm and genuine, not like the bitter and menacing laughter you heard before.

His smile faded and suddenly, he got to his feet. He must’ve been called to a trial. “I gotta go. But I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.” You waved, watching as he left.

Maybe Frank isn’t so bad, after all.