#the wraith dbd

[sirbird]

One of the many character keeping me sane during these times

[sunsetredlemonade]

Hello chat

[kingdonghyeok]

Ghost Dance👻💉

[writer-freak]

Hi! If it's ok with you, (spoilers for Hooked On You, that DBD dating sim)

In one of the endings you get appointed as Jr. Deputy Entity and left in charge while The Entity goes on vacation.

Anyway, can I request Philip Ojomo with a reader that has been left in charge as The Entity's replacement? It doesn't have to be in the Hooked On You version, I actually think it may be more interesting in the context of the original Dead By Daylight.

You can include any other characters you want, but I'm mostly interested in The Wraith to be honest.

Thanks in advance!

Thank you so much, I wrote it in the original Dead by daylight universe and made it more angsty and open ended. If this isn't what you had in mind feel free to request again <3.

You never expected to be left in charge.

One moment, the trials were running as normal, Killers hunting, Survivors scrambling, the cycle of life and death playing out just as the Entity demanded.

The next, the Entity itself, the one forcing you to repeat this never ending horror, simply left. No explanation. No grand spectacle. Just a vague notion of "vacation" and an unsettling sense of absence.

The weight of its realm ended up onto your shoulders like a heavy cloak, suffocating and cold.

The killers felt it immediately. Some stopped mid-hunt, heads tilting toward the sky as if they could sense the shift. The ever-present hum of the Entity's hunger faded to a dull, distant echo, and something in the air loosened like a thread loosening.

Now you were watching the trials below with an unsteady heart. The twisted landscape plays beneath your gaze, looping through broken realms, endless loops of suffering. The fog seems thicker, more restless, curling around your ankles like it’s waiting for direction.

You’re supposed to give it.

A low clang echoes behind you, distant and metallic. You turn just as Philip Ojomo, The Wraith, emerges from the mist.

His weapon dangles loosely from his hand, fingers curled around the rusted metal like it might slip away. He just stands there watching, the same way he always does like he’s looking through you, seeing the pieces no one else does.

"What does this mean for us?" he finally asks, voice low and rough.

It takes you a second to find words.

"I... don’t know yet."

Philip steps closer, his big frame that shadowed you should be frightening, but somehow it comforted you. He’s careful with his movements, like he knows the strength he carries and doesn’t want to wield it recklessly. The bell in his hand lets out a faint, ghostly chime as he shifts.

"You control the trials now?" he asks, voice echoing in the stillness.

"I guess so. The Entity didn’t exactly leave me a handbook." You try for humor, but it falls flat.

Philip is silent for a long time, his head tilting slightly. You wonder what he’s thinking if he’s debating killing you right here, testing if you're really the one in charge. But he doesn't move. Instead, he lets out a low breath, almost like a sigh.

"You shouldn’t stay out here" he mutters, glancing at the fog getting thicker around you two. "The others... they’re restless."

You swallow hard. You already know that.

The Trapper has been more brutal than usual, dragging trials out for hours, his traps placed with sadistic precision. The Huntress hums her lullabies louder, her axe swings growing reckless and wild. The Killers are testing limits, waiting to see what happens when they push too far.

Waiting to see if you’ll stop them.

"Let them be restless" you say, voice quieter than you want it to be. "I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do."

"You could stop this" he says carefully, like he’s afraid of the words. "You could change everything."

Your chest tightens.

"I don’t know if I should" you admit. "The Entity’s coming back. Eventually. And when it does..." You trail off, throat tight, rubbing your arms like you can chase away the cold creeping in from the fog. "If I change things... if I mess this up... what do you think it’ll do to me?"

Philip’s fingers twitch around the handle of his weapon.

"You’re scared" he states, voice quiet. Not accusatory. Just... understanding.

"Of course I am." You let out a bitter laugh, swiping a hand down your face. "I don’t belong here. I don’t know why I got stuck with this. I’m not a god. I’m not the Entity. I’m just... me."

Philip watches you, his gaze heavy. He takes a small step forward, then another, until he’s close enough that the chill radiating off his body seeps into your skin.

"We’re scared too" he finally says, voice barely above a whisper.

You blink up at him, throat tight.

"You?" you echo, barely believing it. "But you’ve been here forever. What could you possibly be scared of?"

Philip glances away, jaw tight. He rolls his shoulders, fingers flexing like he’s trying to shake off an ache buried deep beneath the surface.

"When it comes back," he mutters, "if it doesn’t like what you’ve done... it won’t just punish you." His voice goes lower, rougher, as he looks back at you. "It’ll punish all of us."

The words sink in like stones.

You stare at him, heart pounding in your chest. He doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t need to. You already understand what he means. The trials could get worse. The punishments harsher. The Entity could stretch out its claws and twist this place into something even more brutal than before because of you.

Philip shifts, his clothes rustling as he turns away from you, like he can’t quite meet your gaze.

"But if you try to help" he says carefully, "even just a little... we’ll take the risk."

You bite the inside of your cheek, your pulse hammering in your ears.

"You’d risk making it angry?" you whisper.

Philip nods, slow and deliberate.

"For you?" he rasps. "Yes."

The fog curls tighter around your ankles, tendrils lapping at your boots like cold fingers. The realm is watching, waiting, listening. But Philip is the only thing you focus on the weight of his words, the faint tremor in his voice.

"What do you want me to do, Philip?"

His eyes darken, and he doesn’t answer right away. He lifts his weapon again, fingers curling around the handle. The metal is tarnished with blood and rust, a reminder of what he’s done, what he’s been forced to do.

"You could free us" he says eventually, voice barely a whisper. "Or you could let it continue."

He shifts, stepping back, the fog swallowing part of his figure.

"Either way," he mutters, "we’ll follow you now."

He fades into the mist with a low, distant chime of the bell, leaving you standing there with a thousand unanswered questions, the weight of an entire realm pressing down on you and a choice heavier than anything in the realm itself.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[umbruhcorpsez]

hello dbd fandom have some art i made like 8 months ago and never posted, +that self insert-sona thing ig

i really should do some more lore stuff with them

[yui-kimura]

au with friends! yui, philip and gabe work at autohaven. michael "works" at autohaven. carmina and jake are customers.... i just wanted to doodle hands! kitty and raven are pets!

[mrsmoonsstuff]

more art of some dbd killers 🗣️

(my red marker's running out 😔)

[unrelenting-darkness]

pointing out some fun details that i noticed in the Blood and Bones collection outfits!

long post ahead!

The Trapper's "Doom Walker" skin has two pieces that mention his encounter with The Wraith:

- the first part being the 'Distinguished Vest': "He heard movement nearby, and his desire for bloodshed ignited."

- the second part being the 'Gnarled Blade': "He expected to find a sacrifice waiting for him, but was surprised when he locked eyes with a kindred spirit instead."

Likewise, The Wraith's own cosmetic "Mind Haunter" has the following descriptions for it:

- the first piece, the 'Spiked Hood': "He stood before a sinister figure in a spiky red mask, and quickly realized he was wearing a similar mask."

- the second piece, the 'Distinguished Wraps': "Whoever this was, they were here for a similar purpose. A voice inside told him they would have to work together."

- the third piece, the 'Adorned Spine': "Together they forged ahead, their connection strong and unspoken."

also, not connected to any other killer in particular, but The Hillbilly's cosmetic descriptions for "Death Carver" seemed so sweet to me:

- his general cosmetic description is: "His heart swelled with joy. Something inside told him he would have a friend at last."

- the 'Barbed Hammer' says: "He revved his chainsaw, wondering when he'd meet his new friend."

The Huntress' cosmetic "Dark Hunter" has a piece that vaguely mentions her seeing another killer too:

- the 'Stained Axe' reads: "As she swung her axe, another figure emerged from out of sight. Not another sacrifice, but someone different altogether."

now for the survivors!

i do believe Dwight, Meg, Claudette, Feng Min and David's cosmetics are linked, my reasoning being the following descriptions for some cosmetic pieces:

- Dwight's 'Boots I': "There were screams and roars coming from all around him. And they were getting closer."

- Meg's 'Boots II': "Something was approaching, and her instincts told her to run."

- Claudette's 'Tunic III': "A man wearing the same outfit crawled towards her, bleeding. The chill returned as she realized they were wearing a uniform."

- Claudette's 'Boots III': "She bent down to help the bleeding man when she heard something in the distance running towards them."

- Feng Min's 'Boots IV': "Suddenly a group of people all wearing the same costume ran past. She didn't think twice about following them."

- David's 'Boots VII': "In front of him was a group of people dressed just like him, repairing a broken generator."

now, i do think that in Claudette's cosmetics, the injured man must've been Dwight, followed by Meg running towards them

of course, Feng Min followed them and later on David found them repairing the generator

i think that's all the cosmetic descriptions that link to each other!

i dunno, i just found it interesting and somewhat sweet that, despite being thrown into this new mode, killers and survivors alike find some twisted comfort in one another :']

[atari-phantom]

I'm remembering that one time where the Wraith started a cult, it was really damn funny

[astrotyr]

just a guy and (some of) his comfort characters

[lemmiestar]

hi :3c

[sirbird]

That one prompt from Twitter was so fitting for Mr long legs himself :}

[sunsetredlemonade]

Screaming because this fuckass game is awakening a fixation from the dead.

[kingdonghyeok]

baby wraith doodle👻(old pic)

[ariesterartist]

the hands turned out to be too small, and in principle there are a lot of joints, but if you don't look closely, then more or less

[nomziebean]

I SWEAR I posted my Philip drawing here already, but I can't find the post so I'm guessing I didn't

I made this awhile ago

I love Philip