#outlast au

[coyle-and-co]

franco but he’s a woman called francesca or something. she’s got a huge rack because allow it

plus doodles

[wendigoruble]

A Family Affair: Meeting the child

[eyelambspider]

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧! — 𝐂𝐎𝐃/𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Day 18 can you believe it? Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : gn!doctor!reader x doctor!gaz, security!price + horangi, psychotic!soap + könig + ghost 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : you and a group of mount massive personnel have holed up in the security room as chaos erupts around the building. Then, your beloved patients find you, they decide its better that they keep you 'safe' instead. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.3 k 𝐚/𝐧 : i based this on my fking favorite game series outlast so-! 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : blood/gore/death, swearing, yandere/possessive traits

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄��𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃. The sirens had blared for over an hour, each smashed to pieces by howling patients or they had simply died out...

No one was coming. No one should have been coming.

You and Doctor Garrick stared in pale horror at the panel of security cameras.

Every screen was filled with scenes straight out of a horror movie. In the halls, doctors in white coats tripped over themselves fleeing in terror as patients roared in fear, smashing in the skulls of the people who had hurt them. The common rooms were filled with more docile patients, the television screen tuned to nothing but static. A few patients wheezed in pain, bandages covering their disfigured faces, while others cried quietly into themselves, simply staring off into the static. All sitting together motionlessly, seemingly immune to the horrors now ravaging Mount Massive Asylum.

The sight was enough to make you heave and turn away. Dr. Garrick quickly caught you, rubbing your back in a soothing manner as Price and Horangi stepped up to the monitors. "Fucking hell," the brit muttered, his blue eyes roving over the screens with a grimace.

With the two officers busy, you turned your head towards Gaz, eyes wide with terror, trying so hard not to tremble under his touch. "They won't send anyone! Gaz!" you whispered frantically, trying not to draw the attention of the two security guards who had pulled you two into the safety of the locked security room.

No one knew except the doctors.

The Murkoff Corporation, the company that employed everyone here had been conducting unethical experiments on the patients here... They would never allow a leak this substantial to ever get out to the public.

You and Gaz both knew it too. They wouldn't send anyone but an army of men to 'clean' up this mess.

Another wave of nausea hit you at the thought.

"Shhh, I know, I know," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder towards the two security officers, making sure they didn't overhear.

Both were equipped to handle patients, guns in their belts, the same blue shirt, black pants, badge and hat...

What would they do when they found out the truth? Would they throw the two of you out if they found out you both had no power over what happened next? Had no idea what to fucking do in this situation?

All you and Gaz knew, was that wearing a white doctors coat right now, was a death sentence.

As far as irrational thought went, it felt like the only person you could truly trust right now was the man rubbing your back.

"So what's the plan?" Price interrupted, making both you and Gaz nearly jump.

From the horrified looks on both your faces, the security officer's both got an inkling of the reality of the situation.

"We... We-we could," Gaz stumbled, trying to blurt out anything that came to mind before Price got up in his face, angry like the you had both suspected.

"You know what's happening outside those doors?!" Price's voice boomed, grabbing ahold of Gaz's collar to bring him up to his face. Although you tried to stop it, Price was strong, and forced Gaz's face to the monitors. "Those fucking lunatics will kill all of us if we don't get the fuck out of here-!"

"Wait!" You yelped, trying to calm the already deteriorating situation. "We have clearance to all floors! There's got to be a way out!" You reasoned, digging through your coat pocket to retrieve your keycard and hold it up for him to see.

Everyone seemed to stop for a moment, the tension buzzing like electricity before Horangi placed a firm hand on Price's shoulder, silently urging him to drop the doctor. "The front doors down the hall are locked," he started, the black face mask he always wore muffling his voice some.

Price finally let go of Gaz, and you protectively helped him straighten out, a nervous look on both of your faces.

"Before we got the two of you in here, there was a man in the halls," Horangi recalled eerily, taking his hand off Price to hold the straps of his belt instead. "Big fucking guy, had no nose," he muttered, "We can't go through the front doors with him there."

The front doors were on this floor, only a few halls away... but who knows what had happened in the past hour to stop the exit from being so... clear.

"That's Chris," you whispered, immediately recognizing the description of the man Price and Horangi had seen.

Chris Walker, a violent man, standing at six foot nine... He wasn't your patient, but he was infamous among the doctors here... And now, he was standing between you and potentially getting out of this hellhole.

What the hell were you all going to do?

You took a minute to think, covering your mouth in shock while the three men stood quietly, each considering that look on your face.

It looked like a plan was forming in that sharp mind of yours, and none wanted to interrupt it. Holding their breaths for what they hoped was a miracle.

"Keys," you muttered to yourself, blankly staring at the screens in front of your face whilst you held subconsciously onto Gaz's shoulder.

"They took the keys," Price tried to explain, remembering the crushed body of the guard who was supposed to have them.

"No, they always have spares," you nodded to yourself, the flimsy idea stitching itself together more coherently in your mind.

As you spiraled further into thought, more screams and violence took place outside on the screens. Each eye watching as crude traps went up, bookshelves fell over in the halls, windows broke as men pounded their bloodied hands against it...

"They always have spare keys in the subbasement," you huffed breathlessly, feeling your blood run cold at the idea.

That's where Walrider had broken out. Where this whole asylum riot had started, and now the four of you, or at least one of you had to go down there with the very keycard you held tightly in your hand.

Gaz whispered your name almost inaudibly, hand slowly slithering around your waist and pulling you behind him.

Slowly, you followed his eyes and felt cold horror run through your veins.

"Hey Doc."

"Maus."

"It's you."

There, at the bulletproof window of the security office, stood three of your patients, each doused in blood splatters and maniac grins.

John "Soap" MacTavish. His blue eyes wide with madness glared at you, standing so close to the window that his breath fogged up the glass. "Doc, I could really use your help out here..." he grinned, tapping on the window before he quickly got more infuriated by the barrier. "Open up this fucking door you bitch!" he roared, smashing his fists onto the window until a bloodied puddle had formed... and he wouldn't fucking stop.

König stood behind him, his usual black hood, the one he always felt more safe under was dripping with gore onto his bare chest. The giant of a man tilted his head acutely, his icy blue eyes flickering from your face with a softness, before they turned hard and cold when he realized there were others in the room with you. The tension apparent in the way his fists suddenly balled up into a white knuckle grip.

And Mr. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood closest to the edge of the window, watching curiously as Soap spit a mix of soft pleas for you to come out, to vulgar swears and threats if you didn't. An idea was forming in his head. Those dark orbs of his now considering the door that separated you from him. He would find a way in, or through.

To their deranged minds, their beloved doctor needed their help.

And the men in the room with you needed you alive to get out of this damned asylum.

p.s. is cross over the right word for this? what'd you think of this guys? lmk! because i honestly loved writing this!

[graboidmilk]

Bad Dog

AU where Coyle's softness towards Chalcanthite leads to Easterman deciding that he is unfit to fulfill his duties as a Prime Asset

[kasztanek86]

More stuff for the Zombie apocalypse AU!!! Yay :D

[rozenguilden]

They should return to their job

Another walkshur au sh!t that took me more than I expected

[decrepitdeer]

Now what in Celestia's name is going on here?

Why it's my pony version of Franco of course + My OC Joanne! 🦄

Info about them for those who are interested:

Fairy Dust (Franco)

"Fairy Dust" starts with an "F" and sounds whimsical enough to be a pony name, but it was mainly chosen because it's one of many slang terms for the drug he uses to "infantilize the world." It doesn't change the fact it sounds incredibly cutesy and Fairy Dust HATES it. (It's this universe's version of "Bambino" but it's his whole damn name this time 😭)

He is an Unicorn x Earth pony mix and his design is based on the Lipizzaner, Kladruber, American Paint and any small pony breed of your choosing:

Salvatore is a fancy ass unicorn and his mom was a small, fluffy earth pony. He inherited that fluffiness, but only if he remains in a cold location for a long enough duration and grows a winter coat.

His cutie mark (which took WAY too long to figure out) is a subtle reference to the crimes he commits, so that it won't be alarmingly obvious to anypony that would see it at a glance. The flower is a poppy, more specifically an opium poppy, that I changed to blue to match his colour scheme better. The vapor is a reference to drug and/or gun smoke and it also resembles a trail of blood, a long road of violence. The teeth with bloody roots are to most blatant show of violence and a reference to his resourcefulness, but also a tie to his infantile nature. The first teeth one receives in life are literally called "baby teeth."

He lived in Manehattan and was exiled to Las Pegasus. I would've put him in New Horseleans, but there is zero information about it outside of a few mentions and this one comic panel:

Can't really do magic outside of explosions, and whenever he does, it gives him a headache. Although, as evident above, a broken horn CAN do other things, but Fairy Dust's magic was never that strong to begin with, and it would take a lot extra work and effort that he just doesn't care for. His horn can also reflect his mood. Whenever he is pissed, it starts creating sparks.

He luckily still has that half-earth pony strength and other resourceful tricks to make up for his lack of magic, but he can still be overpowered. Fairy Dust's magic blasts aren't the most precise, and since he is a half-earth pony, he can be outmatched in strength by most other earth ponies. This also includes some mares which is extra humiliating for him lol. (Although, he might request the "company" of earth pony mares for this exact reason 👀)

Crimson Melody (Joanne)

"Crimson Melody" is rather on the nose. Her colour scheme combined with a reference to her singing capabilities, but "Crimson" is sometimes used to also refer to blood, so it adds an ominous edge.

She's an Earth pony of many generations and has the strength of one despite not looking like it! Even though Crimson Melody prefers less "brutish" methods, she can deliver some serious kicks (and Fairy Dust can't be normal about it 🙄)

I base my earth ponies on either small ponies or huge draft horses, and Crimson Melody gets a bit of both! Physically, she is your average pony, but her coat markings are based on the Clydesdale:

Her cutie mark is rather simple, a vintage microphone with a bow for femininity, and hearts for her naturally kind nature. Now, it serves as cruel reminder of what kind of a life she was supposed to have...

Crimson Melody's scars cover her entire right side, making her a subject of looks of horror and pity. There's very little left, she even lost her cutie mark on that side. She used to be more insecure about the looks, often wearing a hooded cape to cover up, but now she couldn't care less. Since this is Equestria, it's possible that the cause of the fire that did this to her had more... Beastly origins. 🐲

Lives a bit of a nomadic lifestyle at the moment, partly laying low, partly looking for some ponies.. But she originally came from the country! Her foalhood town was either Appleloosa or Dodge Junction. Even most ponies she talks to aren't sure, as she changes her answer between said ponies:

Crimson Melody has been humming a tune for as long as she's been capable. The ponies in her town got used to the pink filly trotting trough the orchards while singing. She started performing in the town and outside of it, in fact, it was her first performance that gained Crimson Melody her cutie mark! ..But then the inevitable happened. Fire and smoke doesn't do great things for your vocal chords and her scarring is far from pleasing to the eye. Her soul's purpose, gone just like that... She only hums to herself now. 💔

(Holy yapping session 💀)

[camdrawslemons]

hi madoka magica fans. hi outlast trials fans. do you like crossovers. bc i do

was aggressively discussing au's with my pals and ended up drawing some witch concepts for each reagent ^_^

more info on each below the cut !

Coyle -> Stromschlag von Leyland (Electric Shock from Leyland), Witch of Execution - A witch obsessed with electricity and dealing its own idea of justice to all it encounters. It terrorizes its own familiars and locks them in the electric chairs that line its labyrinth halls. The pollution coming from its smokestacks keep the labyrinth in constant storm, with lightning frequently striking the lightning rods on its back, powering its electric arm.

Gooseberry -> Ente Ente Gans (Duck Duck Goose), Witch of Teeth - A witch highly concerned with your dental hygiene, but in its hysteria will treat you very… roughly. It first appears as a weathered teddy bear, but the true witch emerges as a ball of down feathers when struck. Its fingers are cut off at the middle joints, and its familiar Artz Futterman lives inside its sock puppet mouth as both a parasite and tool.

Franco -> Muttersöhnchen (Mama’s Boy), Witch of Birth - A witch that wants nothing more than to be a baby again, though it’s not clear if it’s a means of comfort or arousal. Small ribs line a false umbilical cord at its bottom. Its true form, hiding within the uterus itself, is a small ball of metal scrap with several shotgun barrels protruding from it.

[raven-cl]

They got married everyone, clap and cheer !!

[coyle-and-co]

franco did always have such a mouth on him

au ramble beneath the cut because it’s my blog and i get to post what i want (it’s super long)

if ! you have noticed there are two versions of dolly that i draw, one with the gas mask and long, shaggy hair and one without and more refined

that’s because i have two separate aus for my ocs !! Howler and Gas mask Dolly are post!murkoff, which takes place with in the canon of outlast trials so not very exciting i know

pre!murkoff is where i get DEVIOUS because i am incredibly attached to pre!m Dolly HAHA

Pre!Murkoff dolly is a washed up speakeasy jazz singer preforming at one of the many casinos owned under Franco’s “business”, not like Dolly’s aware of who Franco really is outside of his moniker of “il Bambino”. He knows of him, knows his reputation but he’s never seen him before and doesn’t really give a shit about him as far as he’s concerned

However…! One night franco actually happens to be there at the same time as Dolly preforming, and he gets all googoo eyed because in his mind there’s a really pretty broad up on stage singing the blues to him, it’s not love at first sight because all Franco wants to do his have Dolly put his heel through his throat

Of course, Franco can’t do anything normally and gets a bit pushy about getting dinner, and Dolly’s broke so thinks he could just steal his wallet or flirt him into paying his rent. Franco is unaware that he’s on a date with a dude, and is just happy someone seems interested

Franco does eventually find out Dolly’s not female and he’s mad about it but mostly that he didn’t figure it out. Despite the fact they can’t actually stand each other most of the time they’ve grown so used to being in each others presence that they don’t like being apart

Salvatore comes to visit Franco, since in this AU they do have connection it’s just minimal. Basically he got wind Franco’s been seen with the same “woman” (hah) repeatedly. Franco rightfully panics because oh my god what if his father finds out he’s seeing Dolly? What if he finds out Dolly’s a man? Franco blurts out that they’re getting married that’s why, and Sal just looks at him like he doesn’t believe him and tells Franco he pities Dolly

Franco convinces Dolly to actually marry him, but there’s no wedding, no reception, just a trip to the courthouse to sign a few documents. They’re legally married, and they hate each other

because i hate allowing gay people to be happy they do not say “i love you”, they argue day in and day out over things that wouldn’t matter, Dolly throws Franco out more times than he can count. But they know every fine detail about each other’s behavior and lives. Dolly even fully accepts Franco’s manchild-ness, though he does get disgruntled at times

Eventually it all leads to one massive argument and Franco calls things off and storms out, because well, they don’t love each other, but those few days apart suck was and they can’t be away for long. Franco goes back to Dolly’s rundown apartment and lets himself in since he never did change the locks.

Dollys got no make up on, curled up in bed tear stained, and ends up sobbing at Franco about how he genuinely does care for him, can’t picture spending his life with someone else, how he wants to grow old together - but he doesn’t say i love you (they never do they both die and never utter i love you)

Franco blue screens for a bit but it does help their relationship at least somewhat

okay ramble over if u read all of this ily mwa mwa

[wendigoruble]

"Their first face to face meeting didn't go as planned."

[eyelambspider]

Spider. Eye. Lamb. || COD/Outlast Au

⤷ summary : you and him. together you'll be the ones to make it out of the trials... (drabbles/hcs)

┊pairing : könig, gaz, price x gn!reader ┊content warning : mentions of gore/death/blood, horror, pining(?) finding comfort in each other ┊a/n : ffffffuck! i love the outlast trials! (forgive me i like scary games) also: for god sakes, i'm doing chapters/scenarios for this

▹ König

Its nearly impossible for König to hide while in the Trials. He can't fit into the lockers quickly (or the barrels), so he opts to linger in the darker rooms with the burnt out bulbs.

so. he's usually wearing his night vision goggles or his eyes are adjusting to the dark. leading him to be more anxious and feeling exposed in brightly lit places.

Because of his size, König can break through the wooden boards blocking doorways with one kick if he needs to run.

Other reagents (people) in the sleep-room are afraid of him and tend to stay away. He looks too similar to the Prime Assets in the trials, with the cut up pillowcase over his head... and his height.

it doesn't help his mental health, not talking to much people in the sleep room... but the doctors seem to like him. If not only for his physical build.

sometimes, König comes to the metal door of your room and stands there, unsure how to really ask but- he likes laying with you on your bed. the two of you laying there in each others arms for nothing more than the comfort of being with another person who... knows how scary it is.

König likes to protect you in the Trials, intervening just as the grunts try to bring down their weapons on your prone form by shoving them off violently.

▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz is the quietest and is hardly seen by those who roam the halls and rubble-filled streets of the trials.

he always has a lockpick on him, and often uses it to open up medical supplies for himself. always proving to be especially resourceful.

Uses bottles to throw and distract the enemies when he works.

Gaz is one of the braver subjects to be put into the trials, always taking risks and evading the prime assets and enemies by a hair.

Gaz's biggest fear in the trials is that he is too good at it. Trials become easier and easier, but it messes with his head to think that instead of getting this horror show over with as fast as possible-he's actually doing exactly what the doctors want him to do.

Is it just survival... or is Murkoff's twisted form of 'treatment' actually working?

Gaz likes talking to you.

Well, having your company. He doesn't open up about what he thinks and fears. Just sort of... sits with you and chats in the cafeteria during meal times.

And on the shuttles (from the sleep room to the Trials) Gaz likes to sit across from you, even with the TV in front of his face, and the bars on the side of his head (forcing him to watch)... he likes knowing you're right there. Likes reminding you to be angry instead of scared, "Fuck the doctors-remember that-fuck the doctors!"

You actually might be the reason he's still resisting the treatment. He tries to protect you from feeling as... as desperately terrified of becoming what the doctors want.

▹ John Price

Price hates to get paired with you in the Trials. Solely because he'd hate to see you hurt but... "its good to see a friendly face"

Price would do well in his trials, ranking a grade average 'B'.

It would be better, but he despises being apart of these sick games and 'messes up' on purpose.

(When you're afraid in the Trials) Price grabs your shoulders and forces you to look at him, keeping you grounded and giving you something to focus on other than the threat of dying. "Just get the key, alright? Its got a little black star on it. You get it and bring it back here... and we'll both get out of here. Won't let anything bad happen to ya," he assures.

In the sleep-room, Price always tells you to come and play a game of chess with him. "No buts." He knows it will distract the both of you for a while, and if you don't know how to play, he's got all the time to teach you.

(When you don't make it back to the exit) Price always waits for you, has to watch you enter the transport himself to make sure you're okay. And when you don't, he gets antsy, glancing at the red timer above the door that says you have only three minutes... "Fuck," he decides, turning his back on the exit and beginning to run back into the Trial to find you.

he likes taking care of you, gives him something else-something more important-to focus on outside of the trials.

if anyone was getting out of the trials, he'd hoped it'd be you

[crystal-blue-creations]

silent sketching...

but who is her muse...?

(this is for @babyboy-barbi; getting over my anxiety and interacting finally)

[0o-moonwitch-o0]

Some Outlast Trials AU art! (Wips)

1) Kasei's Reagent design

2) Kas running from the 3 prime assets

3) kas hiding from my friend's oc

[babyboy-barbi]

Franco was type of work do you do ?

"Ya know.... Medicine and all."

[rozenguilden]

au Walkshur and a Waddles plushie they got on a fair