#yandere dbd dredge

[yanderes-galore]

Hello! I'd like a Dredge (DBD) concept, please!

This is another case where the pairing is dubious as... this is yet another eldritch entity?

Yandere! The Dredge Concept

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Violence, Blood, Murder, Cults, Dubious intentions towards Darling.

In its lore, The Dredge is considered an entity that feeds off dark thoughts.

So much so a cult was secretly dedicated to it, under the guise of Utopia.

The intentions this being would have towards you is... unreadable.

It is a being no one can quite comprehend.

Death by it may be a mercy.

But catching its attention? Having it follow you around like a bad omen?

An entirely new hell.

Perhaps you were once part of the Ottomarian cult due to a family member or maybe you went there alone.

This could be where you first encounter the creature.

You were once such an impressionable sheep, one that wanted to get away from the stresses of everyday life.

Instead, your fate was sealed in blood and rot.

Your time in the cult was fine at first, blindly listening to the teachings of Otto.

But it wasn't long before the creature, The Dredge... "The Druanee"... reared its ugly head before you.

Its presence always brings darkness.

When near you, it messes with your senses.

It lurks, it stalks, it watches you with unknown interest.

You are a member its taken special interest in.

Its presence always lingers before going back into the foggy swamp of the island.

You swear you're conjuring it.

Maybe you're thinking bad thoughts?

You need to be happy just as Otto says.

All smiles.

Yet fellow members keep disappearing.

There isn't much you can do to deny it.

Otto keeps you and other members up, punishing you all for conjuring such a beast.

You're not allowed to sleep, your head hurts, you feel guilt.

Yet things never stop... people keep dying....

The Dredge keeps following you as though you're attached.

You're so scared.

You're so tired.

Your feelings never go away, its like the being enjoys them.

You stay in your hut, scared to go outside.

But you know it's out there.

Things hit a peak when Otto kills a reporter in front of you all, only for the reporter to tell you and everyone it's all a lie.

Then everyone started killing each other.

You had run so fast away from the carnage.

The stench of blood and screams of violence make you ill.

You run into the woods, subconsciously fleeing to that damn swamp.

Only for The Dredge, the damned beast, to manifest from the mud.

Its form is incomprehensible, being an amalgamation of body parts, both human and animal.

Its glazed over eyes stare down at you, taking in your rapid breaths and tears.

It's covered in blood, it's the very thing that's been hunting you all down.

You're tired, so tired, you can't even bring yourself to scream anymore....

The beast comes closer, you find yourself laying in the mud to accept your death.

Weren't you brought here to die...?

You want it to be quick....

....

....

You aren't dead.

In fact, you aren't even tired anymore.

... are you dead?

You wake up in a realm that you couldn't even dream of.

A realm of darkness, a twisted house of many lockers and strange rooms in an even stranger land of red clouds.

You swear you hear footsteps, children laughing as you explore.

It's an amalgamation of locations....

Just like that damn beast.

Speaking of said beast, in this place, you feel a familiar feeling of darkness.

Was this its domain?

Or something else?

Regardless, your senses, your instincts...

They tell you to run.

You don't ignore such a call, running through the warped garden like your life depended on it.

Far as you know, it does.

There's times you catch glimpses of the beast.

Its malformed appearance stalks you through the darkness.

When you think you're safe, lockers burst open with many tiny hands.

You're in your own personal hell.

Is this a punishment?

Do you deserve this?

You can only run so far before the beast corners you.

Its gaping mouth drools, its bloodshot eyes trained on you.

You swear you hear screams.

Giggles...

Hellish sounds.

Then you wake up beside a campfire.

You pant in fear, only to see many other faces staring at you.

This cycle, this pattern, you get used to it.

You grow used to this realm, seeing all sorts of areas within it.

You pray you never see that creature ever again.

But nevertheless, you're sent back to that Garden of Joy...

More often than you should, really.

It's like some being forces you to encounter the monster.

To see it and its many hands.

To force you to lock lockers, just so it can break free.

Something likes to see you suffer.

Something likes to see the beast pleased.

You are its favorite prey.

You are its favorite to hunt.

The Dredge likes to see you suffer, it likes to see your pain.

It likes to see your fear.

It likes to see you beg.

You may be getting better at evading it, but that dreaded darkness consumes your senses.

There's no escape, ever since you came to that island with Otto your fate was sealed.

You are prey...

You are meant to be hunted... You belong to the beast... Forced into damnnation in this Garden of Joy.

[heyyallitsbeth]

DBD Wishlist

(saw this on twitter so I'll do this here)

+Classic Horror

Friday the 13th

Killer: "The Drowned" Jason Vorhees

Survivor: Tommy Jarvis

Map: Camp Crystal Lake

+Modern Horror

IT

Killer : "The Horrorshow" Pennywise

+Horror Television

Scooby-Doo

Cosmetic Collection: Cosmetics of the Mystery Gang for all Survivors

+Horror Game

Doki Doki Literature Club

Killer: "The Poet" Monika

Additional Cosmetics: Glitchy Destroyed Forms of Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri for Monika

+Sequel Chapter

Five Nights At Freddys

Killer: "The Freakshow" Scrap Baby

Survivor: Ghost Survivor Please- Maybe A Former Springlock Victim's Spirit

Cosmetic Collection: Mangle for Dredge

Map: Pizzaplex

+Celebrity

Hatsune Miku

Killer: "The Vocaloid" Hatsune Miku

Survivor: Hatsune Miku

Map: Hatsune Miku

+Anime/Manga

Sword Art Online

Killer: "The DeathGun" Sterben

Survivors: Kazuto "Kirito" Kirigaya, Shino "Sinon" Asada

Cosmetics: Aincrad, GGO, and Underworld attire for Kirito, GGO and ALO attire for Sinon

+Comics

Venom

Killer: "The Symbiote" Venom

Survivor: Peter Parker

Cosmetics: Alternate symbiotes such as Carnage, Scream, Lasher, Agony

+Music

The Midnight

Cosmetic Collection: Survivors get TShirts of album art, Spirit gets a skin based off of Endless Summer album art, Trapper gets a skin based off of the song "Jason"

+Horror Adjacent

Godzilla

Killer: "The Kaiju" Godzilla and Mothra

No idea how to make this work but please

+Original Chapter

Zombies

Killer: "The Infection" Zombie Girl (literally just used a picrew of my OC for the pic lmao)

I just want a zombie please

(i actually have a whole original chapter concept called "The Voice" which has no correlation to this- but i have already been typing this for too long-)

+Honorable Mentions

My Hero Academia

Killer: "The Vampiress" Himiko Toga

Survivor: Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka

Cosmetic: Half Himiko/Half Ochaco skin, Himiko with Eyepatch, Carnage Deku, Dark Deku, Girl Izumi.

+Honorable Mention 2

Mirai Nikki / Future Diary

Killer: "The Yandere" Yuno Gasai

Killer Alt Cosmetic: Yukiteru Amano

[yanderes-galore]

(DBD) The Unknown scenario where it's mimicking a clock in readers home to toy with them/indirectly tell them how much time they have left before they get taken by it? - Dredge anon

Considering how it can mimic voices... sounds make sense, too. This is a bit short but I hope it shows a theme of dread. I like writing fics that are just dread. I know this could have been longer, but I just... got impatient like usual.

Ticking Down

Yandere! The Unknown Scenario

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation (?), Implied kidnapping, Swearing, Dubious intentions.

Why won't the ticking stop?

You have been up for what feels like nights to the sound of distant ticking. It happens every night, waking you up every time. You've checked everywhere for it.

You're pretty sure the clocks in your home don't have batteries anymore.

Every night just drags you to the brink of madness. The lack of sleep makes you jumpy, anxious. You feel as though you're being watched.

... Are you?

You can't stop glancing around your home. In the mirror, your eyes are bloodshot with bags. You're shaking due to nerves and the lack of proper rest.

That dreaded ticking ringing in your ears as you wander your home idly.

At this point the ticking doesn't sound mechanical. You can't describe it but... it doesn't sound right. How do you know the ticking isn't all in your head?

What if the ticking stopped long ago?

What if you're really just crazy?

You begin to get frustrated as hours turn into days. By the time weeks start rolling around, you feel like a zombie power napping in your home. Yet you can never stay asleep for long.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick....

A clock you can never disable. Soon enough you have trouble trying to figure out what's real and what's fake. You quiver and shake in your bed, at this point in hysterics.

The ticking still torments you. You even went to the doctor, only to be given a prescription for sleep pills and anti-psychotics. You try to take them... it's temporary relief...

But then it's no longer just the dreaded ticking.

You thought the meds would help if you're crazy. Except now you hear distorted giggling and scuttling outside. You keep looking out your windows, your doors...

There's just more ticking.

Frustration makes you scream in your home. A scream of anguish and fatigue. You just want to be normal! What do you get in return?

More laughs... more laughs at your expense. Then there's more scuttling and you wonder if you're laughing at yourself. This has got to be all some psychotic hallucination.

There's more ticking... more scuttling...

And an audible thump against your home.

You jump, looking around. You're crazy... Yes, you're crazy.... Because thinking you're crazy is more rational than accepting reality.

You had exited your room from another power nap in an attempt to investigate the noise. Your living room seemed still... nothing in sight. You even look outside your door... nothing.

Yet you hear voices whisper as there's more quick skittering once you close the door. More ticking echoes in your ears as you sob. You just want to sleep... you want things to end...

Then there's a loud crash in your home... and the thump of someone hitting the floor.

You quietly yet quickly pace towards the noise, looking into your bedroom from the hallway. In your room lies someone... or something... on the floor. Your window has shattered glass across the floor... black goo coating the sharp debris...

Then the damn thing moves.

You don't bother stifling the scream from your mouth as the... creature moves. Each movement is twisted, unnatural... each bone in its body cracking as a hollow face stares at you. You feel nausea burn in your throat...

Then it starts fucking ticking....

You feel yourself losing it. Yes, you really are crazy. You must be. But this all looks too damn real...

It smells too damn real... like a corpse.

The creature taunts you. It doesn't bother talking, just ticking. For a moment you try to be rational. That ticking is too familiar to you. For just a moment...

You wonder if this creature is behind all your problems...

But that's crazy... you're crazy...

Yet you'd believe it.

The being, a twisted amalgamation of something that looks human... but isn't... stalks closer. Black ichor drips from the wounds in its flesh. It smells... foreign. Rot and toxins are what comes to mind...

You need to run...

Yet you're so tired...

You can't take it anymore.

Tears run down your cheeks, you back away. It's so hard to breathe. You feel panic set in as you try to flee.

The ticking feels as though it gets louder as you try to run. It's all such a primal instinct. Your head pounds and aches. Your vision suddenly distorted and you find your body giving out from the lack of sleep.

You cry out as your body collides with the floor. You whimper quietly as you try to get up. God, it hurts to even run... It hurts...

You freeze when you hear the cracking of bones and the creature skittering across the floor. You feel it step over you on all fours before standing in front of you. The creature's neck snaps... bent backwards to look at you. You stare... the being's twisted head staring at you.

Its twisted smile is what greets you as it moves closer, shaking in anticipation...

Then the ticking starts again.