#give Dwight hatch please

[risk-it-4-biscuits]

Would you give him hatch???

Please???

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[daddy-deathslinger]

Could I get some tarhos angst pretty please

Maybe he (unwillingly) sacrifices his s/o in a trail and they don't ever return to the fog

They died their final death kind of thing

Hey there! Some angst coming right up!

“Broken mirror” - The Knight/Tarhos Kovács x Gender Neutral S/O

A new trial. A new chance to please the Entity. And it took place in Tarhos’ realm, the Borgo. He had all the advantage, his faithful three were with him, this was going to be easy. And what was best, after a successful trial he got to see you. If it was some kind of trick from the Entity, to let him and you be together if Tarhos performed well in a trial to keep the hopes up of… of what? Getting out of here, together? Tarhos didn’t know. He didn’t know what the Entity had up its sleeve, but he was happy for whatever moment he got to spend with you. He was not going to mess up this trial. 

—

You snuck behind a torn building, checking your surroundings. The Borgo, you were in Tarhos’ realm. The air always felt thicker here, more sweet somehow. But not sweet like a rose, sickly sweet like blood and rotting flesh. It always made you a bit nauseous, but you had to be on your A game now. You had messed up in many trials before this one, the others were getting annoyed at you. And you hadn’t seen Tarhos in what felt like ages, because he hadn’t killed everyone in the trial in a while. You were both suffering without each other, and you were determined to see him after this trial.

“Y/N, over here!”

You found Feng at a generator, and the two of you started working on it. You had seen no trail of the killer yet, and- 

“Fuck!” Feng suddenly whispered, and she dragged you behind the generator to hide.

You were confused, but then you saw what she was pointing at. It was Alejandro, patrolling next to their generator. Had he seen them? The lack of high pitched screeching told them no. You and Feng stayed hidden until he went away, then you resumed your generator. So the killer was Tarhos himself, what joy. You hated being up against Tarhos, and you knew he hated it even more because he was the one who had to hurt you and sacrifice you. He usually let you go, but sometimes you let him take you so that the Entity would be pleased with him. A sudden shriek of pain somewhere let you know that Dwight had been found. The game was on.

—

Tarhos wiped the blood off his sword and picked the boy up. He carried him with ease to a meat hook, where he placed his first sacrifice. The boy hadn’t struggled, he hadn’t even cried, he had just let go. Made Tarhos’s job alot easier, so he wasn’t complaining. Three to go.

“Chief!”

It was Alejandro, back from patrol. 

“They’re here. Saw them at a generator”, he said, and Tarhos let out a heaving sigh.

You were in this trial. He hated this, he hated how the Entity made him hurt you, but he knew he had to sacrifice you to please it. It was the only way he would be able to see you after this trial. He nodded towards Alejandro, who understood the signal and went out to catch you. The game was on.

Tarhos made quick work of the other preys. He even hooked you twice, whispering “I’m sorry” every time the meat hook pierced through your shoulder. Some people would call him cruel beyond measure, hurting the love of his life like this, but Tarhos knew the rules here. And the rules were to be obeyed, otherwise even more terrible things happened. He knew both you and him waited eagerly to be together after the trial, that was what kept you both going. After killing the black haired girl with a meat hook through the spine, only you remained in the trial.

“Want us to do it, boss?” Sander asked, but Tarhos shook his head.

It had to be him, he didn’t want anyone else to sacrifice you to the Entity. It didn’t take long to find you. You were sitting by the open hatch, waiting for him to close it. Tarhos approached and looked at you, letting out a sigh. 

“Do it”, you said, nodding towards the hatch and giving him a faint smile. 

Tarhos hesitated, he always hesitated. Then he shut the hatch. He watched as you got up from the ground, readying yourself for what was to come. The Entity had started its countdown to your death. It was the most pleased if Tarhos himself killed you, however, and both you and him knew this. 

“It’s okay, my love”, you said, approaching Tarhos and hugging him tightly. “We’ll be together soon, that’s all that matters.”

Tarhos sighed, furiously fighting the tears that so desperately wanted to come out. This was not fair, not by a mile. But nothing here was fair. So in a swift motion, he picked you up from the ground and started carrying you to the closest meat hook. There, he hesitated again before quickly placing you on it. The hook pierced through your shoulder and you screamed. The screams that tormented Tarhos every waking hour. He had to look away, he couldn’t bear witnessing the Entity pulling you up towards the dark sky. He heard everything, though. The screams, the cries, the cackling from the spider's legs grabbing you. It was all worth it, he told himself. All worth it in the end.

The trial ended, and Tarhos waited. He remained at the Borgo as usual, sending away his faithful three to go entertain themselves for a while. He waited for you, patiently. You would come, he knew that. You always came to visit, and he took care of your wounds for you. He had performed the trial excellently and he would be rewarded by your company. Minutes turned to hours, and yet you didn’t show up. Tarhos started to feel weird in his chest, was it worry? It felt tight, like he couldn’t breathe. No, you had to come, you always did. He pictured you, limping out of the fog with that gentle smile on your lips as you spit out a little blood and said: “Just a flesh wound!” Then you usually laughed a bit, Tarhos knew you did it only to mask the pain and try to make him feel better. He pictured all of this, but he was alone still. 

Tarhos waited until a new trial began. He performed poorly, the worst he’s ever done, all the while his head was filled with thoughts about you. Why hadn’t you come? Had he done something wrong, something to anger the Entity? After the failed trial, he decided to wait again at the Borgo. He waited, and waited. After the third trial, and still no sign of you, Alejandro came to see Tarhos. He told him what he thought had happened, that you were gone for good now. Tarhos roared in anger and cut off his hand with his sword. He wouldn’t tolerate such talk, not from one of his own. But the fact remained, you never showed up again. And Tarhos waited.

[the-killer-kit]

It had been a few weeks Brad had seen some weird stuff but this one was extra weird. He's pretty sure the killer is Dwight, and all the Dwights that he met before were super nice. It was clear that this one was... An odd duck.

Nea laughed she seemed to know this killer. " Oh no Brad your his obsession, good luck man." Brad was really confused by what she meant but didn't have a chance to chat about it as the killer was on the group right away.

The trial went horribly he was the only one left.. Trying to find the hatch.. When he heard the killer calling his name.. How did he even know that? @ask-dbd-brad-vickers

⚠ tw: blood, violence ⚠

As was the trend lately, Kit was thriving.

Well. Thriving was a bit of a strange word for it. He was pleasing the Entity, making her feast on the poor souls he'd been given to hunt, but he himself was not faring so well. In fact, one might say he was getting worse.

Chest heaving, he stood up from the corpse of his latest victim; he hadn't had the patience to hook Nea, not when she liked to taunt him so. He'd lost his cool and the moment the Entity had whispered to him, do it, he'd eagerly obliged, stabbing her over and over, ruthlessly and furiously, until she'd finally stopped lurching and spitting up blood and squirming beneath him. No need to waste his time with a merciful death. Not when she mocked him for what he craved.

Three of them were dead. All three that were in the way; Nea, Adam, and Min, all gone. Out of sight, out of mind. Now, it was just him and Brad.

Delightful, handsome, scared little Brad. Kit had to admit, he knew very little about this newcomer to the Fog, but that did nothing to damage his interest in the man. All he needed to know was that he was cute, he was alone, and he was here. Lost and separated from the herd, like a lonely little lamb.

Kit was lonely, too. A lonely wolf, covered in lovely wool that was so drenched in blood that it no longer worked on the herd, that is. What a shame. If they just humored him, just gave him a chance, then they could avoid all of this bloodshed. All of this death. He wouldn't have to feel so delirious with so much blood on his hands, his presence wildly overwhelming from the success of his hunt. "Oh, Brad," he sighed, before he called it out to the trees, a cry piercing the woods and causing the crows to flee as though even they were no longer on his side. "Bra-ad!"

And there he was. Crouched off in the distance, peering around, so helpless and desperate to find his precious hatch - but Kit wouldn't give him the chance. Not when he had an opportunity of his own. He closed the space between them, leaving only a few yards to separate himself from his target.

"Come here, sweetheart," he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement, with delirium. "Come to me. I won't bite," he purred, "not unless I have to." And bite he would. Bite, and tear, and carve him up into little pieces if he dared to run. He was so sick of being run from.