Good Morning Everyone! Sorry If This Pops Up On Your Feed So Early In The Morning (Im At A Early Shift

Good morning everyone! Sorry if this pops up on your feed so early in the morning (I’m at a early shift at work) so I wanted to go ahead and get this out of the way in case I forget (which I forget things a lot)

How do you guys want Part 3 to go? Usually I would just be typing the first thing that pops in my head, but I honestly want to hear your guys suggestions too.

I’ve dug myself into a romance hole. Meaning that I have absolutely no way of trying to get some form of romance to begin unless they were flirty or drunk beforehand, and yet I don’t know how to make this into a thing where they share a kiss without accidentally making it come off as problematic or manipulative or a Stockholm syndrome type thing

AHHHHHHH MY MELOGHIA HEART IS BURSTING💜🩵💜🩵

Okay sooo, quick story time before I post. During the summer I’ve gotten into Dead by Daylight (so much so that I bought the deluxe edition) and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since. Soooo.. this story is based off the game so there will be HEAVY DARK TOPICS within this story.

Dead by Daylight AU Pt1

The Rotten Fields.. it certainly lives up to the name within the vast area known as Coldwind Farm. The scorching “Sun”, beaming on the land; combined with the rottening, decaying, skinless corpses of various animals and humans being hung on meat hooks.

The only good thing about this place, in Melone’s opinion, was the large straight cornfield with stalks high enough to him to crouch and hide in or work on a generator if the killer wasn’t near him.

However, with those stupid crows around, he never gets enough time to get at least one generator complete. He swears those birds aren’t real and are actually spies for the Entity.. it had to be it. Every time they were near him and squawked uncontrollably, everything goes black and last thing he remembers, he on a hook fighting for his life.

He shivers as the memory of the last killer he had to go through went through his mind. They called him The Doctor, and one look at him would make you think that he lied about his profession. Not only did the man looked like someone you would NOT want to see in a dark alleyway at 3 am, but his laughs and power were something else entirely.

They say that he was so obsessed with learning with electricity and the many different ways that it affected the human brain, that not only did he torture various people and experimented on them while they were fully conscious, but he also experimented on himself as well, which is why his voice is so high pitched and his eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets.

Every now and then, Melone had to look back just to make sure he wasn’t going through another hallucination episode of the Doctor’s silhouette looking down at him. God he hated that fucking man.. even more than that Clown asshole he had the trial before the Doctor.

But now wasn’t the time to reminisce, he still had a generator to work on and another killer to avoid.. which hasn’t came near him in a quite a while if he was being honest. No matter, he had to work fast. Besides, he didn’t want to get left behind again, course not, he couldn’t let it happen.. even though he does most of the work.

A small sigh from him broke his concentration and made him mess up the Gen. If the killer wasn’t near him before, they’re definitely going to if the sound was loud enough to hear. Should he hide in the nearest locker near him? Should he vault out the window or place a barricade on the door?..

No.

He didn’t want to do anything. Hell, he didn’t even want to work on the generator, he was actually wanting to give up and accept death. There was no point, he was going to get found eventually. It’s too hot for him to bear, his mind is racing from all of the previous trials, and his body.. fucking hell his body. While he may physically look like he has no wounds or scars on him, he can still definitely feel ALL of them as his hands shook softly. He was practically the perfect prey in this scenario.

As he heard footsteps coming closer to him, the air suddenly started to feel thicker and colder. Colder… wait a minute, there wasn’t a single killer who he went up against had the ability to make the atmosphere colder.

His eyes now widen a bit as he tried to get his breathing under control. When did he start to breathe heavily? Was he getting scared? He usually wanted in this situation, but now he genuinely felt.. terrified.

Then again, the cold atmosphere did make him feel just slightly better from earlier, the coolness was able to give him a slight breeze and feeling of relief. Maybe that was the killer’s plan? Making the victims feel some sort of relief before they dealt the finishing blow.

He couldn’t help but admire the killer who was now just millimeters behind him. His heart was racing like hell, but yea he couldn’t help but smile. Was it a defeated smile? One of admiration? Or was it one of those I’m so very close to snapping you have no idea type of smiles?

Whatever the case was, he just took a deep breath and closed his eyes, waiting to feel the sharp pain that he was oh so familiar with and be met with the darkness once more….

Am I the only one who sees similarities between La Squadra and The Akatsuki??… just me? Okay.

Ch. 276

Your wishes is my command, and here is the part 2 that you have requested/waited for! I’m so so sorry if it was longer than Part 1 or if it feels more jumbled. I’ve been off and on with doing it and work and college work😔

DBD AU PT2

“No.. I won’t kill you.” A voice called out which made Melone open his eyes in shock. ‘Not kill me?! Is he serious right now?’ He thought to himself. ‘Maybe.. he wants me to beg for my life. That usually works with the other killers, maybe it’ll be the same for him too.’

“Come on..~ I’m practically a free kill here. I’m all alone, helpless and defenseless while everybody else is scattered across the field,possibly working on other Gens. Think about it, if you end me right here and right now, who would stop you?~” He said, still with that same smile from earlier.

When there was nothing but silence, he started to instigate. “Why won’t you kill me huh? Am I suddenly not good enough to be killed? That wouldn’t make sense, I’m always the first to go, so why isn’t anything happening?”

He felt like he was starting to lose it. Why was this man not killing him, or at least give him the pleasure of a small conversation? Once there was silence yet again, he turned and grabbed onto him, now visibly angry. “Answer me dammit!! Why aren’t you doing anything?! Don’t you get it? If I don’t die, then the trial won’t continue…”

Melone quickly went from pissed, to now having tears starting to fall from his eyes and dropped to his knees. Somehow, this seemed to finally catch the attention of the frozen man that was standing above him, as he finally opened his mouth to speak.

“Ah.. now you’re starting to make sense to me.” He gave a slight chuckle before reaching down and cupping Melone’s face. He then gently wiped the tears away and gave him a soft smile.

“At first, I was genuinely confused as to why you were willing to give yourself up like that, because that usually never happens. But then, I started to listen and pay attention to your expressions as you kept begging me to end it, and that’s when I realized something.”

As Melone slowly started to calm down from the cold, yet gentle embrace, he now looked a little confused as he analyzed the killer. ‘These hands. So cold, yet so warm.. They have the power to kill but he hasn’t even attempt it with me. Why?’ He thought to himself, but quickly shrugged it away once the momentary silence was broken again.

“What you’re doing isn’t of your own free will. Its objectives that’ve been put in your head by some others. No need to shed those tears, I’ve seen this kind of thing before. I can help you make it go away, if you’ll allow me to.” His soft smile from before then formed into a little smirk, and damn it if Melone didn’t think it was a little bit hot.

“Help me?.. but I don’t even know your name.” Melone said, not breaking the eye contact that they had. If looks could kill… well, we’d already know how this story would end.

“In a situation like this, I’d usually go by FrostBite, my killer name… but.. for you, call me Ghiaccio, my actual name.” His voice sounded more calming and soothing than it was earlier, or was it just Melone’s way of coping with the slight possibility of him getting a heat stroke?

Even if he was slowly starting to succumb to the heat, the cold feeling of Ghiaccio’s hands on his face made him craved him as his vision now went dark.

Melone now looked up and noticed that he was a darker, yet cooler area. ‘Am I in the basement?..’ he quickly thought to himself as he did a quick look around and came to the conclusion that he was in the basement. He took a soft sigh of relief before hearing footsteps come towards him again.

“You’re awake? Good. Now we can get our plan started.” Ghiaccio said as he stepped out of the shadows. ‘Wait.. was he watching me? The whole time while I was knocked out?.. No murder attempts or nothing?..’ He then softly smiled as he came to his realization ‘How.. sweet. He cares for me..’