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Guess who had me stressing for minutes! 😭

I was debating if I should buy him or not

In the end I did buy him bc I love ghostface

And yes I play on mobile don't come for me 🥲

But with the ppl I played with they were super nice I guess bc I was also nice to them I wasn't taking the match seriously

Only bc I was trying to figure out how to use him and it's hard

But still it's so fun to use him

Y/n: *sees a ghostface tiktok* oh hi daddy!

Ghostface: you need Jesus

Y/n: ew I got hair in my mouth!

Nea: why don’t you just put your hair up?

Y/n: that’s what my glasses are for, plus it holds it up nice! :)

Ghostface rolling his eyes: I could hold their hair up MUCH nicer

[ @randomfandomdreaming ]

Y/n: [beating up a squishmallow] you can tell I haven’t probably slept with him, he’s still really hard-

Ghostface: [smirks] oh?

Y/n: WAIT- NO-

Ghostface: you know… he’s not the only one really hard-

Y/n: [throws the squishmallow at his face]

Dead By Daylight

Ghostface x Reader

Walking around through a forest which was surrounded by a seemingly never ending fence you finally saw a figure in the distance. Squinting your eyes you lifted your arm. "Hello?" Starting to wave, the figure seems to turn to you. They were coming in your direction! ... But something about the persons demeanor seemed off.

Suddenly they started to go into a sprint. Your eyes widen as you could make out the appearance of the strange person. They were wearing a black pants and a black top, hidden by what seemed to be a black small cloak. And on top of it all, they had a mask on. A mask, that reminded you of the horror movie Scream.

Quickly you started to run and yell loudly for help. The person quickly caught up to you and slashed you across your back. Letting out a pained scream you quickly hopped over a small wall.

After what felt like an eternity of running you carefully turn around to see that the person is gone. "Fuck... What was that..?" Exhaling sharply you let yourself slide down a wall. You quietly examine your wound as you pressed your hand on it hissing in pain. Suddenly footsteps could be heard. You quickly get up as suddenly a young man appears from around the corner.

"Oh- Oh boy... Seems like we got a new one. You're hurt, let me help you with that.", the man said. The man wore a dark blue tank top, colorful pants and flip flops. He walked closer to you.

Quickly you got up and took a step back. "Get the fuck away from me! I just wanna go home!" The male sighed and rubbed his neck. "I understand that you're confused, but please let me help you first. I'll explain everything to you." Still a little reluctant you let the man patch you up. "I am Renato by the way."

Renato explained everything; about how there are survivors and killers, the survivors need to repair gens to escape, and the killers need to stop them from doing so, about the 'god' called The Entity, and how every once in a while a new killer and/or survivor is being 'welcomed' in the realm.

Your body shakes as you take in all these informations. So... You were never able to see your family again?

Renato sighed as he got suddenly jumped. Screaming in pain he runs away. You were still standing there as you see the person from before. It must be a man, he is too muscular to be a woman...

"Hmm, I see you got healed.. I bet Renato told you everything, right? Did he also mention that you will be here stuck for all eternity?" Even though you couldn't see it you could hear that he was smirking underneath his mask.

"What, cat got your tongue?" The man approaches you. Even though you were scared as hell you decided to stand your ground. "Leave me alone!" Thean chuckled and man, did he sound hot... The killer grins as he puts his hand on your cheek. "A feisty one, aren't you? I am gonna have much fun with you..."

Suddenly a loud noise could be heard all over the place. "Shit..", the man hisses. "Looks like I have to leave. For now." He grins and turns around one more time before leaving. "And sorry for hurting you earlier. Didn't see you were a new one. But hey, no hard feelings right?" He grins and runs off into the distance.

Hi! New follower here!

I don’t really know what you write for but I thought I’d ‘shoot my shot’! 😂

Do you think you could write ✨something✨ for a dbd? Like the killers (or at least Ghostface because I love him lol) meeting a new member who completely dominates the maps?

Like he/she/they/we know our way around the maps, know how to get away and even mess with the killers before getting away to safety.

(I’m basing this idea like a former player of the game just spawning into a game in the entity’s realm and just enjoying the whole experience, even if the occasional ✨hit✨ is unavoidable)

If not I completely understand, keep up the good work!! ❤️

Hello! I am so sorry for not seeing this earlier! Of course I can do this, I added some other killers to it too, I hope you like it!

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

💀 You think you dominate the maps? Yeah, you might. But he knows them the best.

💀 You navigate through the maps, knowing them better than your own house. But suddenly Danny jumps out from around the corner.

💀 "Did you really think I didn't study those maps all these years I've been here? How cute!" He aims for your chest but you manage to dodge his attack, earning a cut across your arm.

💀 "Shit-" You run as fast as you can knowing your way around the MacMillan Estate. Now someone just needs to open that stupid exit gate, so you all can escape! Danny hasn't even killed one yet, what is up with him today?

💀 The siren blares and the timer starts to run down. Quickly you make your way across the map and finally reach the opened exit gate, the way to freedom - for now.

💀 Just as you want to get to the sweet exit gate, Danny suddenly jumps out from behind a bush, tackling you down. You're now laying on your back, Danny is sitting on your stomach.

💀 You can't see it but he is grinning behind his mask. "Not so snarky now, are we?" He puts his knife to your cheek, slowly digging the sharp blade to it, drawing blood.

💀 "Goodbye, toots. You gotta study a little bit more if you want to handle me!" With that, he plunges his knife into your chest multiple times. Just before everything goes black he lifts his mask a little above his mouth, pressing a little kiss to your cheek. "See you!~"

Frank Morrison (Legion)

🎭 Frank gets tired after a few minutes of chasing you around the Yamaoka Estate. How the hell are you even that good?!

🎭 He gives up and just lets you run away. But this made you turn and look at him. "What? Are you tired?" You giggle waiting for his reaction.

🎭 Frank angrily turns towards you, gripping his knife tightly in his hand. "Shut the fuck up, you asshole! Just fucking get lost! You should be grateful that I'm not killing you on the spot!"

🎭 You shake your head. "I'm just too good at looping you. You're too slow."

🎭 Frank grunts and suddenly goes into frenzy mode. He lunges forward but you quickly loop him again, making him yell in frustration.

🎭 "I will fucking get you next time, twat!" He angrily walks off, not bother to chase you again for the remaining trial.

Max Thompson Jr. (Hillbilly)

⚒️ Max is angry. And sad. And frustrated. And doubts his abilities as a killer. Just because of you!

⚒️ As soon as he sees you're in a trial with him, he ignores you completely. He won't give in to the annoying clicking sounds of your flashlight or to you hopping in and out of a locker to make him come to you.

⚒️ You know your way around every map imaginable. Even when he's tunneling you it's a rare occasion when he actually lands a hit.

⚒️ Like I said, he starts to ignore you. He doesn't care if he displeases the Entity by not sacrificing you. He'd rather be punished than to put up with you looping him the whole time and dropping pallets on his head (his head already hurts!).

⚒️ If he sees you at the exit gates, he SOMETIMES tries a chainsaw attack but you dodge it as always.

⚒️ He's trying his best, but you're just way too good.

Me re-reading this realizing it's so bad because I didn't write a fanfiction in AGES:

Also. I am now part of the CoD community. Ghost and König got my heart. And Soap too. Oh my god, did y'all know how König is austrian?? It's so funny because I'm austrian too?? Like whaaaaaat. Anyways, feel free to send asks, inbox is open! Love youuuu ❤️✨

Corpse Bride

It's icy in Mount Ormond. Quietly you make your way across the snowy paths and reach the ski lodge. The legions domain.

From inside the house you could hear chatter and music. Sounds like they're having a good time. Maybe you were just a nuisance to them? Yes, they were your friends and yes, they care about you. But maybe they don't always want to deal with your problems and fears.

Just as you turned around Susie spots you. "(Y/n!) What are you doing out here? Come join us!" She grabs your hand and pulls you inside. Julie waves at you and Joey greets you with a "'Sup." Frank quickly puts back on his mask crossing his arms. "You look like shit."

You sigh and sit down enjoying the warmth emerging from the furnace. "It's just been a rough trial... Nea kept stunning me with pallets and I think I'm gonna have a bruise.."

Susie looks at you with sympathy. "Aww, poor you... I know excactly what it feels like... Don't we all?" She looks at her friends and earns Julies agreement. "Yeah, some survivors really are a pain in the ass.. Especially Nea and Feng." She takes a piece of the pizza laying in front of her.

Joey agrees aswell and talks about his experiences with toxic survivors.

Something seems weird about Frank today... He isn't his usual cocky and snarky self. He gives you glances from time to time, even though you can't see his face you can feel his eyes on you.

You look at the others. "I think I'll head back to my realm... I feel ... Weird." Susie looks at you. "Aww, already? Alright then, do you want me to walk you back?" You shake your head. "Aw, no, you don't need to." Susie nods and gets up to hug you. "Alright then, see you!"

Youwalk out the lodge and sigh looking around walking back in your realm. Suddenly you get the feeling of someone following you. You turn around taking out your knife. "Who goes there!?"

"Jeez, calm down... Pussy." You hear a familiar voice say and a snarky chuckle. "You're a killer, you shouldn't be afraid of shit in here." Frank steps out from the darkness and looks at you. "What are you doing here?", tilting your head in confusion. "Walking you home I guess."

He takes out a cigarette of his pocket and lights it. Hiw does he even have that stuff in the realm? Maybe he asked the Entity for it.. He notices you eyeing the cigarette. "Want one?" Thinking about it for a second you nod.

"Yeah, gimme one." He hands you one and puts his lit cigarette to yours and lights it. "Heh." You blush slightly and try to avoid his gaze.

"You look brutal, by the way. Real sick." You look at him. "Huh?" "Your outfit. You know. Killer look. Real sick." You look down at yourself and sigh. You were some kind of zombie, just not just thinking about brains and intestines all the time. You actually were still human. To some extent at least. Your body however looks like a nightmare. Your skin was pale with deep wounds littered over your body. Your right eye was a milky white while the other eye was still intact. You hated how you looked.

"Maybe to you. I hate this body..." He sighs and puts a hand on your back. "I was always into zombies." He nudges you and you can't overhear a flirty tone in his voice.

Frank and you walk next to each ither for a few minutes in silence until you reach your realm - a church with a dark and old looking graveyard at the backside. The churchs roof is destroyed and crows circle the cross on top of it.

"I'll see you around, corpse bride~" He grins and turns to walk away, disappearing in the thick fog surrounding the church.

A/N: IM RLLY MAD CUZ YESTERDAY I WROTE HEADCANONS FOR DBD KILLERS REACTING TO A FEM!SURVIVOR WITH A PANIC ATTACK AND I UPLOADED IT AND IT WAS JUST GONE. Like i tried everything (log out and in again, refresh my page, look at queue, privacy settings, etc.). Its just gone and im so sad 😭😔

Saviour

Opening your eyes you take in your surroundings. You're in Ormond. Quickly you decide to look for a totem since you're running Inner Strength.

After some while of running sround you finally find a totem in the corner of the killer shack. But you weren't alone. Mikaela also just arrived at the shack and started to work on the totem, she probably runs a Boon perk.

"Uhm, Mikaela... Could I maybe have this totem? I have Inner Strength, I could-" She glances at you and grunts. "Why don't you go find another totem?" You tilt your head. She never has been so mean, but maybe she had a bad day. You nod. "Yeah true..." You sigh and decide to work on a gen for now, you're sure you'll find another totem somewhere else on the map.

Just as you work on the gen, Jake rushes towards your gen - he's injured. Quickly you get up and try to heal him, but he backs away. "Don't touch me, I don't need your help!" You raise an eyebrow. "But. You're injured?" He starts to work on the gen and continues to groan in pain. You decide to also continue working on the machine. "Jake, I really hate to bug you, but you really should-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!"

Quietly you let go of the issue and shake your head. What's up with him? Did he also have a bad day? A bad trial? More than one bad trial? Well, you didn't want to push any further... The gen is repaired and Jake takes off, leaving you behind, confused and thinking.

After some time you see a totem behind some crates and you quickly destroy it, unlocking Inner Strength. Well, at least something positive!

After some while the killer had downed it's first victim - Jake. You didn't feel to bad... He didn't want to get healed after all! Soon after Jake got hooked another scream erupted from within Ormond. Mikaela also met her demise. She also got hooked. You didn't meet the fourth survivor yet. Let's just hope they didn't have a bad day aswell...

Just as you were thinking that you run into said survivor. It was David. With a thud you fell on your butt. "Oh David! I'm sorry, I didn't see you-" "Quit the bullshit! Everybody knows you're working with the killer!" Your eyes went wide. "What? What are you talking about? I never worked together with any killer!" How could he say that?? What did he mean by 'everyone'??

He pushed you out of the way and makes his way over to the hooked survivors. You look after him as you could feel hot tears starting to run down your cheeks. "What the fuck..."

You trot over the map. Mikaela and Jake had been saved a while ago but you had lost your fighting spirit for this trial already. And you didn't meet the killer yet.

Let's analyze this! You were friends with some of the nicer killers like Susie, Rin, Anna, Carmina, Trickster and even Danny.

Susie is a nice girl, always listening to you and talking to you about all kinds of stuff. Like the rest of the Legion she is always down for the weirdest shenanigans.

Anna is a big woman, her hugs are almost bone crushing yet she always takes care of you outside of the trials telling you different russian fairy tales.

Even though you were friends with Rin, she is more reserved than Susie or Anna. You love to style her hair and learn more about japanese culture. But most of the time she rather wants to be alone than have any company. In all honesty she is ashamed of how she looks. Poor girl...

Carmina is a nice company. Sometimes you chill in her realm, watching her feeding the crows and paint new pictures. One time she surprised you with a picture of you she drew. You liked it alot and she was happy, letting out a proud croak.

Trickster. A hard case. Yes, you were some kind of friends with him. He LOVES talking about himself, his incredible shows, his murders and everything involving him in general. This man is in love with himself and sometimes it's annoying as fuck but you stick around because you're the only survivor he still kind of tolerates.

And the last person - Danny. Infamously known as Ghostface. He is really something. A deadly and quiet stalker, always there when you need him. He also is narcissistic but not as much as Trickster. He likes to talk about the murders he commited when he wasn't in the entitys world. You couldn't see his face but everytime he talked about this topic you could swear he has a big ass smile plastered on his face. And to admit this you kind of have a weakness for the masked stalker.

Looking around you decide to go for the gen in Ormond. Someone has already started to work on it but the killer has destroyed it. Just as you sit down Mikaela comes running towards you and groans in pain. "Heal me!" You get up and look at her. "You could ask me nicely instead..." Not waiting for her answer you still start to patch her up as she backs away and pushes you back, running out of the house.

You gasp as you fall against a hard thing. Immediately an arm wraps around your neck. "Hey doll... What's up? Didn't see you all trial, it was about time, don't you say?" Danny. Of course. Why didn't you notice that sooner...

"Please hook me. I want this trial to be over." He huffs. "You're no fun." He removes his arm and puts a hand onto his hip, making him look a little bit like a Karen. "Hm... I'll get back to you."

After some time Danny downed Jake, Mikaela and David, having them laying on the floor. You were still working on the gen in Ormond, not able to concetrate. The gen had blown up many times even though you were REALLY trying to make it work. Maybe todays events just got to your head...

Danny comes back and grabs your arm. Without questioning him you follow and see your fellow survivors laying on the ground, whincing in pain losing a lot of blood. David looks up to you. "(Y/n)! Heal- I fucking knew it... You're working with the killer! I fucking knew it!!" Mikaela and Jake look at you with looks of disapproval, annoyance and hate. All mixed feelings, but not good ones.

Danny grins and kneels down in front of David. "Heh.. I'll be right back." He brings Jake to the hook and then Mikaela. They get sacrificed immediately. Like promised, Danny comes back. You were still standing there, not knowing what to do. You WANTED to heal David, but after him being an asshole and just treating you like shit you were starting to question things.

Danny chuckles and hands you his knife. "Now (Y/n)... Why don't you show David what you think about his mean mean behaviour earlier? I think he needs to be punished..." He puts his head on your shoulder. "C'mon... Make me proud..."

You look at Danny and grab the knife tightly in your hand kneeling down in front of David. "David...", you start. David huffs. "You're a fucking traitor... You're the reason we always lose when we're teamed up with you... Sometimes I wish you were fucking dead. Forever."

Those words hurt. Like someone plunging multiple needles in your heart. David was always a guy who loved to brag about his fights but he was there when needed in trials. But now. You despise him. You really do.

You look at the knife in your hand, knuckles white from gripping the knife so hard. David grins. "You're weak... I knew you-" Before the brit could finish his sentence you plunged the knife in his neck, making him bleed even more. He gurgles for a few seconds before closing his eyes. Now he was really dead. Not sacrificed and not mori'd... At least not by a killer.

You slowly get up and look at your now bloody hands. From behind you you could hear slow claps. Slow claps. Just like a villain in a superhero movie. You turn around.

"Damn... I really didn't think you would be able to do that... Yet you proofed me wrong. Interesting..." He smiled and takes the knife from you, cleaning it from Davids blood. Danny sighs. "Saw how they treated you earlier... I couldn't let that go 'unseen'." He sits down on one of the benches, manspreading. Quickly he pats his thigh. Not even knowing what you're doing you sit down on his thigh and let your head fall against his shoulder.

"I didn't even see you.." Danny nods. "Of course. I am Ghostface, I am a master at staying hidden." He sighs and puts his hand on your head soothingly caressing your hair.

"I didn't think survivors could be like this... Y'all are supposed to stick together when a killer is trying to. Well kill you." You sigh audibly. "I was confused and then I thought they were referring to my friendships with some of the killers including you... I didn't even know you were the killer until Mikaela pushed me into you."

"Yeah, what a move."

The wind is blowing and you shiver. Danny notices this and holds you closer to him. "Cold, are we?" He move his free hand to his mask and. Removes it?! You have never seen Danny without his mask and he looks really pretty... You look at him.

"You must trust me a lot to remove your mask..." He smiles a cheeky smile. "Think whatever you want about this. You should get the hatch as a little reward. For killing David and basically doing the dirty work for me." You just nod and get off his thigh. He grabs his mask but isn't putting it on just yet.

After a while of looking for the hatch you finally find it in the killer shack. "I'll see you around. If you want it or not."

With that he pushes you into the hatch grinning. Just before you get engulfed in the black fog, you see him putting his mask back on.

What will the others think?

Chase

In the heart-pounding realm of the Entity, where every moment is fraught with danger and fear, (Y/N) found themselves trapped in a nightmarish chase with Ghostface, the embodiment of terror itself. But what made this chase all the more complicated was (Y/N)'s conflicting emotions—they had a crush on Ghostface, despite the imminent threat to their life.

It began like any other match, with (Y/N) finding themselves transported to the eerie realm known as the MacMillan Estate. The fog was thick, obscuring vision, and the sound of a heartbeat thudded ominously in their ears. They knew they were not alone.

As they cautiously moved through the desolate landscape, trying to evade the killer's gaze, they couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them. And indeed, they were right. Ghostface, with his iconic mask and chilling presence, was stalking them, his knife glinting in the moonlight.

But strangely, amidst the fear, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement whenever Ghostface drew near. Perhaps it was the adrenaline of the chase or the forbidden allure of danger, but (Y/N)'s heart raced for reasons beyond mere survival.

As the chase intensified, with (Y/N) narrowly dodging Ghostface's swings and vaulting over obstacles, they found themselves drawn deeper into the twisted game of cat and mouse. But with each close encounter, (Y/N) couldn't ignore the undeniable chemistry between them and Ghostface, even amidst the terror.

Despite their feelings, (Y/N) knew they had to survive. They had to escape this relentless pursuer. With every ounce of strength and cunning they possessed, they devised a plan. They led Ghostface on a wild chase through the Estate, ducking and weaving through the labyrinthine structures, until finally, they found themselves at the exit gates.

But just as victory seemed within reach, Ghostface appeared once more, blocking their path. For a moment, (Y/N) froze, torn between fear and desire. But then, with a surge of determination, they made their move.

With a swift and daring maneuver, (Y/N) managed to outmaneuver Ghostface, slipping past him and through the open gate to freedom. As they sprinted into the darkness, heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through their veins, they couldn't help but steal a glance back at Ghostface.

And in that moment, amidst the chaos and danger, (Y/N) saw something unexpected in Ghostface's eyes—perhaps a hint of admiration, or even something more. But there was no time to dwell on it, as they disappeared into the night, leaving behind the enigmatic killer they couldn't help but be drawn to.

A/N: Hello everyone! I tried something different today - thats right, i used a gender neutral reader instead of a female one. I hope yall like it and let me know if yall want more of gender neutral reader!

Fog engulfes your vision. You turn around frantically as you try to see something. After a while the fog slowly disappears and you find yourself standing in the middle of a corn field. "What the... Where the fuck am I?"

The sky is bright... It's almost unnatural looking. In the distance you could see a farm house, but from the looks of it it's pretty run down. You decide to take a look at it.

After arriving at the farm house you step inside only to be greeted with a horrible smell of rotten meat. In the kitchen there is a barrel filled with intestines. You turn away covering your mouth and coughing violently. What the actual fuck is going on here?? Suddenly you hear a blood curdling scream not too far away from the house.

You take a peek out of the window and see a person hanging on - a meat hook?! Quickly you run towards the person. A girl, around your age. She whimpers in pain and you carefully take her down. She whinces. "Thank-" Her eyes go wide as she looks at you. "Oh no..." You look at her with a questioning look. "What's going on here? Who are you?? And why were you hanging on that hook?? Are you alright??"

The woman looks at you. "I'll explain everything to you, but first we need to find a safe spot. Come with me!" She limps away leaving big red blood puddles behind. You follow her. After a while you are in what seems to be an old shack. Inside are lockers and a hay fork and a big machine. The woman looks at you. "Alright listen. You need to heal me." "Heal you? How?" "Just. Move your hands around on my back." You do as she says and after a minute the woman is fully healed again. "What did I just do?? Do I have superpowers or what?"

"First things first. Thanks for healing me... My name is Kate Denson. First off. That thing here." She points at the machine. "You need to repair it. In total there are five of those which need to be repaired. Then the exit gates can be opened and you can flee."

You look at Kate. "Flee? Are we being chased?" Kate sighs. "You're right. There is a killer who is trying to kill us as we are trying to get out of here." Your eyes widen. You can't believe what you just heard. "A-a killer?? What do you mean?! Is this some kind of sick joke?? I want to go home!!" Kate grabs your shoulders and looks at you. "You CAN'T go home, okay?! You're stuck here, and I don't want you go be sacrificed on your first trial!! You need to do as I say and try to survive, okay?!"

This was all too much. You were stuck in a weird world, saving a woman hanging from a meat hook and now you're supposed to not get killed by a killer?? You exhale. "Okay... I am trying to calm down right now... Who is the killer anyways?" Kate crosses her arms. "It's Ghostface." Did you just hear right? Ghostface? From the Scream Franchise??

"Uh... What? I am confused. Is this some kind of very serious LARP you're doing here?" Kate shakes her head. "No, I'm being serious right now! Please, you just need to listen to me and do as I instruct okay?"

She kneels down next to the machine. "That's a generator, try repairing it with me." You look at the machine and slowly kneel down as well, starting to repair it. But soon you fuck up, the gen explodes and your hands get electro shocked slightly. You hop back and rub your hand. You walk over to Kate only to find that she is gone. "Kate?"

"This is seriously bullshit. I am not part in this roleplay. I am just trying to find the exit!", you say loudly to no one in particular.

You step out of the shack and walk around as you turn around a wooden wall just to bump into someone hard making you fall. "Ugh... Fuck." You look up and see a perfect cosplay of Ghostface in front of you. "Damn... Y'all are taking this LARP really fucking serious huh? I just saw your friend Kate in that shack, she thinks I am all part of this Roleplay. Which I'm not... So where's the exit?"

Ghostface looks at you and laughs. "Oh yeah, the exit needs to be powered with electricity. You need to repair generators-" "Oh actually? I thought Kate was lying... And five in total?" Ghostface nods. "Excactly.. Did she also tell you about the killer?" "Yes, you. And I gotta be honest. That's a bomb Ghostface cosplay like. Did you make this yourself?" Ghostface laughs again. "You could say it like that. I put a lot of ... Effort into this outfit." He wraps an arm around your shoulder. "Go back to the shack and stay there until you hear the accoustic signal. It's a sign that the exit gates are ready to be opened. Then you find one of the gates and push the lever down. It will open then."

You look at him. "Okay, and the others will also escape? And then the LARP is over, right? Because everyone seems to be toouch in character right now, and I gotta be honest - it's kinda scary." You chuckle and Ghostface looks at you. "It is, isn't it?"

He sends you on your way and disappears in the corn field.

After what seems to be an eternity the accoustic signal could be heard. Quickly you step out of the shack looking for an exit gate. It's giant and you pull the lever as you hear footsteps coming closer. You turn around and see a man with blonde hair and pretty well dressed too. "You must be the new one. I'm Felix. Richter." "Aren't you a little to old for LARPing?" Felix looks at you with a confused look. "What's LARPing?" Soon another person joins you. Another male, and he looks even older than Felix. He greets you and you eye him suspiciously. His skin has blue shining strikes on it. The man introduces himself as Vittorio Toscano. A weird bunch of people, truly.

The exit gate is open by now and Felix and Vittorio run outside in a hurry.

You stay at the gate as an arm wraps around your shoulder once more. "Heh, you better get outside while you can, doll."

You look up and see Ghostface looking down at you. "Yeah, I think I am going to do excactly that right now..." He nods.

Just before you escape this giant LARP you hear the man laugh again.

"You're really funny for a survivor. And I think I owe you an explanation. This is in fact not a LARP. This is 100% real. Four survivors vs. one killer. I have to kill you guys before you're able to escape. But not today. As it's your first round. Have fun, the others will explain everything to you. I hope I'll see you again~"

And with that he pushed you outside, just in time as the timer was about to run out.

Dbd hc drabble

Trickster

• He is so in love - with himself. But also with you. Which is crazy.

• Once you are dating this maniac there is no backing out of it.

• There are times when he sits you down on a log and he starts to sing some of his songs (choreo included). You should feel so honored - he literally is giving you a private concert!

• Trickster hates to be touched. At least at the beginning of your relationship. As time goes on he will let you touch him. At first slight hand holding, then quick hugs, longer hugs and after quite a while he will allow kisses.

• He loves kisses everywhere, but mostly on his chest/abs. He will feel like a king that is being worshipped (he seriously thinks of himself like a king sometimes).

• He loves to kiss you on your temple or the back of your hand - like a prince with his princess.

• During trials he usually spares you. Sometimes not.

Knight

• Tarhos is a special case - if you date him you date the whole crew.

• JK! But if you guys aren't alone you will ALWAYS be accompanied by the knights of the Compagna.

• Tarhos is SO protective of you. If someone steps even a little bit too close his hand is already on the shaft of his sword. You have to reassure him that everything is alright and that no one will hurt you.

• Tarhos will always spare you in trials - he thinks of you like a damsel in distress. He kills the dangerous people around you and you will be granted the hatch.

Frank (Legion)

• Frank is just an edgy, angsty teenager, he doesn't know any better. He will be so madly in love with you once you're together with him.

• He just wants to cuddle and be with you. He needs your warmth and loves when you are the big spoon. He barely got any love throughout his life.

• If someone hurt you Frank is going absolutely feral. Who did it? Where are they? He will fucking gut them like a fish!!

• Don't be mad with him, he is trying his best for you. :(

• This boy will always give you the hatch - if he hurts you it's by accident!

Danny Johnson (Ghostface)

• This mf.

• He is in love with you. Unhealthy.

• He makes pictures of you whenever he can, you won't even notice him! He keeps his favorites in his pocket, he has to keep you close to him for good luck!

• During the trial he loves to stalk you and then tackle you in a hug. He only will let you go if you give him a kiss.

• Remove his mask? Negativ. (If you got this reference i love you). He will remove it eventually. But for that you have to earn his deepest trust and show him that it's okay.

• He is so pretty. I picture him having brown curly hair, brown eyes, a slight stubble on his chin and a scar on his lip which he got from a fight with a victim (He is proud of that scar, he loves victims who fight back).

• He just loves to quickly move his mask over his mouth and then kiss you on your face.

Smile For Me

Warnings: Noncon, Somnophila

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve really fallen for Ghostface and that seems unfair (Part 2 to Picture Perfect)

You’re easy prey. Nothing more than a simple deer, a lovely little rabbit that he gets to stalk and hunt. There’s something odd about you, something so sweet and incredibly cute that he wants to corrupt. You change your locks, you add a sensor light that must have made a pretty dent in your wallet. He can see how you move behind the blinds, your silhouette, the way you walk and how you hold something in your hands, and he runs the first few times, but after the third time, he decides to push his luck, linger close, hidden behind a shed in your backyard and minutes pass until he realizes that there are no sirens. You don’t call for help, your alarms are nothing more than for decoration, to ward off a lesser person. You trust that whatever was lurking outside, has fled. And he falls for you naivety more. He falls deeper in love with you, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, the faint bitter taste of copper still lingering as he bites down to avoid his laughter ringing throughout your backyard.

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Sorry not sorry

A Blurry Photo

Picture Perfect | Aftermath of Picture Perfect Headcanons | Smile For Me

Warnings: Manipulation, Slight non-con

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I’m gonna do a part 4 with the pregnancy so keep an eyes on that ;P

He watches you, edging closer to the bubble you’ve created around yourself. The way you make sure that not a single thing of yours touches someone or something and that not a single thing that isn’t familiar touches you. He can walk close to you- enough to see the red lines around your neck and he salivates, spit pooling in his mouth. As perceptive as you are, you don’t seem to notice him. There’s something deeper inside of him now. It isn’t lust that he feels for you. It’s deeper than that, something more, something that makes his chest ache, that makes him want to do something idiotic and he does. It’s daylight, the sun is out and you’re safe. Eyes and hands will stop from any crime being committed upon such a sinful, innocent person. It’s easy for him- everything is when it comes to you- all he has to do is reach into your pocket and slip out your phone, he’s sure someone has caught him in the act, but no one says a thing. Slender fingers tap against your shoulder and you jump and you look at him with wide, tearful eyes and there’s a shock that shoots straight to his crotch, awakening his flaccid member.

“I’m sorry to startle you, miss, but it seems like you dropped your phone.” He holds the phone, hands large and imposing, covering all of the device, knowing you’ll have to touch him to retrieve it.

You look down at it and then back to him and his smile never wavers. “I- Thank you-”

“Danny.” You were never going to ask his name, he knows that. You’re too scared to do anything like that. “You can call me Danny.” He smiles sweetly at you and he has to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop the growing smile when you fingertips touch against his fingers.

You clear your throat, a forced smile making its way onto your lips and while he knows that it makes sense, he can’t help but feel anger at the expression given to him. “Thank you, Danny.” You pull on the phone, holding it tightly in your hands. “I uh- I hadn’t noticed it fell so thank you.” Your foot turns, ready to turn your body and he pushes forward, so desperate to continue talking to you.

“You uh-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat, walking beside you- “You seem a bit stressed, everything okay?” You glance at him through the corner of your eye and he can only give you a practiced nervous smile. “I really don’t mean to pry-”

“Then don’t,” you cut him off, hurrying your steps. “I’m fine. Thank you for picking up my phone but I have to get going.”

The corners of his lips pull downwards. Fury hammers at him, his hands curling and brows furrowing. “Listen, I’m just trying to say that you seem a bit stressed. Are you sure you’re okay? I work for the news and I know there have been a number of break ins-” that word causes you to flinch- “and I don’t want to leave you scared during this difficult time.” He makes sure to stumble in his footsteps when you turn a corner, jogging slightly to catch up to you, hands pushed into his pockets. “You’re shaking, you know?”

You falter in your steps and he has to refrain himself from smiling. “You’re being sweet and I- I appreciate it but really, I’m fine.”

“How about we go get some tea?” You turn to look at him and he considers it progress. “I think coffee might do you something bad, so tea sounds nice, right? Have you had bubble tea before?” Your eyes light up and his smile turns softer. “I’ll pay. Listen, I’m not trying to do anything weird, I just wanna make you’re okay before you go back home. I know a scared face when I see one.” You just need a little push and he can provide that. He stands in front of you and the tip of your sneaker nips at his, and holds his hand out to you, unblemished and giving. “Would you like to go get bubble tea with me?” Your hand twitch, fingers curling to place themselves against his only to pull away and he’s sure that if he hadn’t ruined you, you would have touched him. You nod your head, your answer a soft whisper and tears welling in your eyes and he does not comment, only smiles and holds your hand. “Great. I know the perfect place.” You’re already so broken, all he has to do is show you a bit of kindness and he can fix you.

-

You are curled up against Danny under a thick blanket, hands interlaced as you both watch the news, the tone somber as the woman recounts the latest murder. Your thumb rubs against his knuckles, the room quiet. It takes all his might to avoid looking down and seeing your reaction. He can remember the murder quite well. He’s just surprised it took them so long to find the body. It wasn’t as if he had hidden it but he must have mistaken the kindness for people to check up on others. He mistakes the kindness that you have for others. It was something that happened, a pull on his heartstrings with the time he has spent with you.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” Your thumb stops its melodic rhythm. “All the murders. I man, it’s just one guy and they can’t even seem to find him.” You laugh and it’s bitter, empty and makes a shiver run down his spine. “You- You go there, right? To take photos and stuff?”

“Yeah,” he responds, reaching over to grab the remote, holding his hand over the pause button, waiting for the right moment to hit it. “I get a few things, nothing ever tramuzitng, by the time I arrive the body is gone and there are markers all over.” A still image of Ghostface appears, he’s frozen in time, a hand raised with fingers curled in a mock greeting with the knife raised. He can feel your body stiffen, the small breath of air that is sucked into your body and the way your nails dig into his skin. “I’m safe, you know. I’m not leaving you anytime soon. Plus-” he turns his hands over, grabbing yours roughly- “the murderer never returns to the scene of the crime.”

“I just-” your voice shakes and he wonders if you’re going to tell him the details of your encounters with him- “I worry.” He frowns. It seems like you won’t.

It’s his fault, of course. He’s ruined your trust in people, invaded every aspect of himself into you, has felt your body as you cried and he was so sure that the last time he was here- which at this point was months ago- that he had gotten you pregnant and yet here you are with a regular period and consuming what you want without worry. But he can’t give up hope- you let him have a key to your place, you spend the nights with him or vice versa, you kiss him against the lips, breath shaky and hands gripping onto his shirt like it's a lifeline while it is a peck, he has to rush somewhere hidden to fist his cock in his hand and think of the way you’d be so giving and so fearful to him. It’s like you’re teasing him on purpose.

“Look at me?” He asks, already grabbing your body and turning you over. You look at him, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips, eyes wide legs straddling him, your clothed cunt pressed against his crotch and if he closes his eyes he can imagine the smell of it. His hands cup your face, encasing you and forcing you to look at him as the image of Ghostface is frozen on screen. “I’m going to be okay. No silly murderer who hides his face is going to get me. After all,” he smiles, leaning close to you, “I’m just a photographer. It’s not like I know anything.” He presses his lips against you, your words muffled against his tongue.

His hands slip down your face and onto the curve of your neck. He can feel your body stiffen, the soft murmur of his name on your lips, the way you latch onto his shirt and tug on it, scratching your nails against the soft cotton. His hands lower, hands slipping down over the curve of your chest, your legs instinctively trying to squeeze together, only to rest against your stomach. A hand curves to your back, sliding under your shirt where his fingertips tap lightly against your bare back. His other hand slips under the front side of your shirt, trailing above, fingers ghosting over the soft curve of your stomach until he reaches the band of your bra, his hand cupping a breast and your hands on him go flat, a feeble attempt to push him away as his hand pulls down your cup, exposing your breast, a hardened nipple poking against the palm of his hand. Danny wonders how close he can get until you really try to get him off of you- until you’re crying and hitting against his body, until all the small progress that you’ve made with him can be broken once again.

He tries to restrain himself, to hold back any of his primal urges to claw at your skin, to mark you until you’re sobbing against him. The most he allows himself to do is pinch at your nipple which makes you whimper against him, your hands now clawing at his chest and he can pretend for a second that you want this as well, trick himself that you’re gentle shoves that grind yourself against him are on purpose. He’s gasping against your mouth, pushing himself close to you, spit dribbling past the corners of both mouths. His fingers are pinched against your nipple, pulling taut on it and twisting it until your body goes rigid and he can hear a cry of pain muffled by the wretched kiss he’s placed onto you.

It isn't until you bite against his lip that he lets go. He curses, bringing a hand up to cusp the wounded piece of flesh that burns. Other than the small curse that leaves his lips, he’s calm, cupping his clothed mouth allowing for the blood to pool and fill his mouth with poison. You, on the other hand, are a mess. You’re entangled in the blankets, kicking them off, crying and sniveling, trying to fix where he’s touched only to start sobbing when you mimic where he had just touched you.

“You know, if you wanted to bite, you have to be a bit gentler than that,” he tries to joke, letting his tongue graze over the wound, blood spilling onto the flat of his tongue, filling his mouth with copper.

His fingertips touch against his lip, a thin, shining blood on his finger pad, staining him in his natural color. His eyes glisten, fingers still as he stares in fascination. His mind is fuzzy, static stuffed inside as the room is filled with a high-pitched noise, eyes never wanting to look away from the blood on his fingers- from his own blood. He never took you for the type to fight back. He meets your eyes- cruel, wicked eyes that meet fearful ones, ones that are rimmed red and look upon him with the same look that you gave him many nights before when he’s invaded your home. His fingers curl, the palm of his hand dotted with the same blood that had been spilled by you.

“I- I told you to stop,” you hiss, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket until they’re spilling from your hand, bringing the bundled bunch to your chest, where it rises and dips with such exaggeration. “I didn’t want to.” He tilts his head, his nails digging into his palm. You keep your gaze on him, never faltering, never looking anywhere else. “I’m-” more tears well in your eyes, voice cracking and a shiver runs through his body- “I’m sorry, Danny.”

With a sudden switch, he’s snapped back into reality. His smile is warm, gentle even, as he opens his arms and welcomes you inside, staining your bicep with his blood as your sob into his chest. He smiles, his fingers dancing along your spine in a spindly dance. You clutch onto him and he shushes you gently, letting you apologize and cry as he watches, so desperate for you to know edge closer to him and feel him poke against you, so perverted to have you never find out how your tears excite him more.

He moves slightly, a soft press of his chest against your body, and you collapse further into him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pressing against him, no doubt feeling him and you remain silent save for your sobbing. You refuse to say a single word about your disastrous meetings with Ghostface, even as he stares right at you through the television screen. You don’t speak ill of the monster who holds you in his arms. You hold the monster tight, finding comfort until your sobs have turned into hiccups and whimpers, until you’re kissing against his bitten lip, your lips shining with a thinned blood that appears almost pink on your lips.

“I didn’t mean to push you so much,” he says, his hand flat on your back. “I just thought we had been dating for so long and well-” he sighs, pressing his lips against the crown of your head- “I didn’t mean to push you. There’s no excuse for that.” He moves, squirming under you and you rise, looking at him with

“I just- I don’t have the best record with relationships.” He can feel your hesitation, the way your body tenses and the clawing against his shirt. “I don’t want to get into it,” you finalize, doing your best to not look at the screen where the image remains still, never moving and always taunting you. You pull yourself away from him, standing with your back faced towards the killer and he watches, eyes darting to the door where you begin your descent, his hand barely missing yours when he reaches to hold it. “I’m going to go home.” You turn to look at him, your mouth pulled into a straight line. “I’ll uh-” you stop midway, cutting yourself off as you lower yourself to the ground, adjusting your shoes and tightening the laces. Your hand wraps around the door knob, the humid air outside making you freeze, his eyes never leaving your retreating figure. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You look at him, a tense smile stretched on your face, as you give him a short wave goodbye. The door closes behind you and he collapses onto the couch, hand unzipping his pants and wrapping around his throbbing member, hissing at the contact.

Stabbed to death <3

.ೃ࿔*:･ Warnings: Gore, blood, murder, Danny Johnson, I think that's it idk.

You stare at ghostface's white mask as you sit on his lap. You frown, as Danny slowly strokes your back. You were nervous, definitely. You had a bad feeling in your stomach. Danny definitely sensed that because he leaned in and whispered to you..

"It's fine, sweetheart. You'll be fine." He reassures you, making you feel a fake sense of security. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer, your chest hitting his. You sigh softly, and you put your head on his shoulder in a loving manner. You hear him shuffling under you. Which makes you wonder, what's he looking for? He suddenly chuckles, which makes you slightly worried again. Suddenly you feel something sharp on your back. Realizing what was happening far too late, you open your mouth to argue, when a scream rips out of your throat.

"Shh, sweetheart. We don't want the neighbors to hear." He laughs. You grip his body, gasping for air as the knife lunges into your back once more. You scream again, feeling an excruciating pain in your back. He pulls the knife out and drags it on your back.

"Such a good girl, taking the pain so well" he mumbles, you sob and close your eyes tightly. Danny laughs and stabs it into your back once more. You sob, softly begging him to stop. He laughs harder, ignoring your pleas for mercy, and continues to lunge the knife into your back.

Blood is gushing out of your wounds, staining your shirt with the red liquid. You can feel your shirt sticking onto your body, due to the blood. You start coughing, tasting blood in your mouth. He pulls you back by your hair. You cry out in pain, and you reach up to hold his hand. You stare at his white screaming mask.

He slowly admires his work, your shirt bloodstained and stuck onto your body, your face tearstained, the blood in your hair, and your horrified expression. He smiles sadistically under his mask, the fun is just getting started...

He throws you onto the ground. You gasp, the impact causing all the air to leave your lungs. He straddles you, you try to fight back. But the pain from the stab wounds is too much. He stabs your shoulder. You scream but instead of telling you to shut up, he straight up slaps you. The force from the blow making your head snap to the side. You stop screaming, you turn to look at him.

He stares at your stupid expression. He stabs your stomach, then he starts to slowly carve into your stomach, the sound of flesh ripping and blood splattering filling the air. You sobbed, screamed, and begged for mercy, begging him to just let you die. But sadly, Danny's a cruel, sadistic man, who takes pleasure in your suffering. He continues to take his time, savoring your screams and sobs, and making you feel your insides being torn apart.

Danny laughs and finally, puts you out of your misery by cutting your throat. He gets up and admires his work. Your were now a bloody mess, your intestines spilling out onto the ground, shirt stained and sticky, tears staining your cheeks, and your blood covering the couch and the floor.

Danny gets up and stares at you. "You are going to be the best article, sweetheart." He laughs as he takes a photo of your mutilated body. He can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Wanted to post this earlier, but had to change so much 😭😭 I'm still not satisfied tbh.

how about how some of the dbd cast would react to stuff you baked? (i like most of the characters, i think that ghostface or meg would be interesting for a couple examples)

(this is for the one writing request thingy ? :D

HELLOOOOO can do!!! Thanks for requesting <333

DBD CHARACTERS REACTION TO YOU BAKING SOMETHING FOR THEM

Ghostface

He was in awe and thought it was cute

Someone actually baked something for him

"Aww thanks sweetheart" he says and kisses you softly on your lips

He would only comment once on it if it tasted bad but otherwise would shower you in complements

He would also be teasing you constantly in a loving way of course

Meg

Blushes and gives you a hug

"Awww thanks hun" squeezes you tighter till you tell her to quit it

She would love whatever you made for her and would share with her grandma (mom?can't remember lore T-T)

She especially loves brownies...*wink wink*

Albert Wesker

"Oh you made something for me? How cute..." He gives a charming smile

He caresses your chin softly and places his thumb on your lips

He takes the chocolate chip cookie you made him and pops it into his mouth and chews slowly to savor the flavor

He gives a small hum and nods "These are wonderful dearheart but I would recommend to let them cook more so they are a bit crunchy"

He takes another cookie and puts it in his mouth and chews a little and then connects his mouth with yours and kisses you to where you both have some cookie

When you guys pull away for air and swallow he licks his lips and smirks

The Trickster

"I'm not surprised you baked something for someone as talented as me"

He's so fucking cocky like that was not a good move, he's so fucking full of it

He's used to being given this kinda stuff

It means a little bit more to him since it's from you...

Don't expect much that just a quick kiss and no knives in your back :)

Steve

"Thanks but why?"

He's flattered and appreciates it but is confused

He will pick you up and hug you and flash you a big smile showing off his pearly white teeth

Will brag to the other survivors (especially Nancy and Jonathan)

"My girlfriend baked me something did yours?" He says in a snarky tone and a shit eating grin

Yui

She swings an arm around your neck and kisses your cheek

"Thank you love" she says as she pulls some hair out of you face

She smiles at you lovingly and takes the cupcake you made her

She takes a bite, icing gets in the tip of her nose

She tries to lick it off but fails so you grab her face gently and lick it off yourself

You pull away and giggle while she's tries to say something

She blushes and looks away and smiles bashfully

Kate

"Aw thank you darlin'"

She pinches your cheek and pulls a bit

She takes a macaroon and eats it slowly, savoring the flavor

She lets out a satisfied moan

"Soo~ good darlin' you need to make more"

She envelopes you into a bear hug with your face smashed between her boobs

Billy

(platonic! I headcannon him as Ace and Aro so everything for him is strictly platonic!!)

*Happy noises*

Someone made something for him?!

How wonderful! He's so happy!!

He had a hard time talking so he will show you how much he appreciates it

Whatever you make he will love

He will give you things too!!

He can't bake or cook but it's okay! He's trying:')

Bebe can I get Ghostface, Trickster, Albert, Oni, and Trapper reacting to a survivor that’s just god tier? Like are the killers trying to hook someone? Flashlight stunned✨Trying to chase them? Pallet stunned✨ Tunneling them? Congrats you’ve been looped for 5 gens!✨ And they do it all with the most bored/neutral expression to top it all off.

Love your writing and I look forward to reading your future posts💖!

Your so sweet <333 I appreciate you 💕

Killers reacting to survivor who's God tier

Ghostface

New survivor eh? This should be fun...no it was not

He was intrigued by you at first but then you annoyed him

Everytime he would enter chase with you it lasted forever

One time he chased you for the whole game and you escaped with no injuries

He finally learned after a couple matches to drop chase even when you annoyed the piss outta him

But your terror never stopped there, he downed a survivor and when he thought no one was around he picked them up and there you were

His eyes widen and he cursed as you blinded his eyes

He quit the game and let you guys escape because he was super upset

Even while you tormented him you had a bored expression on your face like this was such a drag

He was having a whole fit every match you and your team would escape which made him feel like shit :(

Eventually he stopped trying to kill in the match since it wouldn't work out so he just decided to stalk you and get more info and pics of you cause why not

Trickster

He's pissed so so much that's he's on a rampage

He cursing and ranting in Korean everytime you are near him

You don't even look amused or like it was fun while you torture him

He would chase you and get stunned so much he couldn't see straight

He would finally down someone and you would just flashlight save them

At least you had a hard time trying to avoid his knives

That was the only thing keeping him going, he would chase you and constantly throw his knives at you

You dodge enough so you don't get downed but still get hit which is enough for him

You annoy him but he enjoys your pained moans which he thinks would be lovely for a song

Wesker

How is this possible?!

It's a love hate relationship

On one hand he loves the challenge and that you can avoid him like he's a plague or just absolutely fuck up the game for him

On the other hand it pisses him off that he can hardly make a scratch on you, I mean with Chris he was able to kill him a couple times but with you it's so fucking hard

He was able to slam you a couple times with his tentacles but then you disappeared as you were released

And when he finally hooked you and someone unhooked you he tunneled you because you especially pissed him off that round but then you looped him..for the whole game

The way you looked at him makes him want to keep going

It amazes him how your able to keep a neutral face but he loves it and wants to be able to make you have a different expression

Trapper

He's used to it

He knows he not the best killer and he's heavily bullied byother survivors

So when you start to (by what he thinks is bullying) bully him he just sighs

It's annoying yeah but whatever

Sure he got good matches and good knowledge but a newbie already can outplay him

Picks up a survivor ✨flashlight✨ chasing you ✨pallet after pallet slammed on his head✨

He's caught you off guard and forced you to do risky things before and maybe once or twice you were in his trap but that's it

And that bored look in your face it ticks him off

You just looped him the entire match and your expression never changed you kept staring at him with a blank face

Eventually he stopped caring and ignored you:p

Oni

Rage.

Pure fucking rage.

Even more than usual.

I hope they never get caught because if they did....well it wouldn't be pretty...

And the Entity wouldn't do anything to help them

I mean its not his fault and they would deserve it but-

He just wants to rip you to shreds and bash your head in

He hates you so so much

He hates how you torment him with a blank face and how you look like you could care less

I don't know man this is giving me ideas to want to write a fic about him hate fucking you and I don't know why cause I ain't even attracted to him :p....

DBD killers reacting to a new survivor

Wesker

He was running down the hall of RPD when all of a sudden he heard a soft voice

"Umm excuse me?.." He turns his head around confused and annoyed

He looks you up and down and smirks a bit

A new survivor, eh?

"What?" He says his voice bouncing off the walls

"W-where are we?" You bring your hands up to your chest and fiddle with your sleeves and avoiding eye contact

"It's a bit complicated for you to understand but don't fret I'll protect you" he says looking down at you with a mischievous grin

He walk closer to you and snakes an arm around you waist and forces you to walk down the hall with him

Trickster

He saw you from afar and his eyes twinkled in joy

A new survivor how wonderful! He beamed in happiness

He chased after you and when he saw you try to figure out what to do with a gen he let out a laughed

You were confused and when you figured out how to use it you kept blowing it up and sparks were thrown in your face

You let out the cutest squeals

He went to confront you and you just stared at him with wide eyes

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" You said staring at his bullet holes in his chest and pulled out some bandages from your medkit you found

He was taken aback and grabbed your arm before you could do anything

You both stared at each other, your big wide doe eyes looked up at him on confusion

He loosened his grip on you and looked away with blush dusting his cheeks

He smiled and licked his teeth (y'know that thing 😏)

He patted your head "Don't worry about it"

Danny Johnson

He grinned so wide his mouth stretched ear to ear

A new plaything how amazing 😍

He was walking without his mask because it was way to stuffy

And all the corn was getting to him causing him to sneeze a lot

Then he heard footsteps behind him and he quickly turned around and saw you

With big teary eyes looking at him lost and mouth a little open as if you wre about to speak

His eyes widened and he grinned "Are you a new survivor?" He asked already knowing the question

You tilted your head a bit "s-survivor?" You asked "Yeah, someone who has to escape a killer" Yours eyes widened even further

"W-what?!" You exclaimed he covered your mouth with his hand and pulled you closer "shhhh be quiet don't wanna draw noise to us" he whispered and if you didn't pay attention you could hear the smirk in his voice

You trembled and he loved it

He loved the way you were scared, confused, and such a mess, you were also blushing a bit but who wouldn't look at how attractive he is...

Hey friend, could i ask killers vs a houdini survivor(gender neutral) where everytime the survivor simply disappear mid chase and when they see the survivor from afar, but still can't detect him, also killers like wesker, ghostface, myers, huntress or trickster(twinkster)

Sorry I took so long I was lazy and tired and didn't feel like doing this ask :/ which is not an excuse but just wanted to let you know

DBD killers against survivor who disappears

Huntress

Girly was chasing you forever and only two gens were left and you were so close to being knocked down

She lifted her ax and was about to swing when you went around the rock

Buy you weren't there and her ax hit the rock making a loud noise

She was confused and frustrated

Where did you go? She just saw you and now your gone?!

*angry confused Huntress noises* whatever she needs more hatchets

Wesker

He was chasing you down the hall and turned a corner to mind game you but you were completely gone

No scratch marks.

He stormed down the hall and went to the main area of RPD and saw you working on the gen with Jake

He gritted his teeth and was seething with rage

He sprinted over to you guys but you were already leaving

And then you were gone but Jake wasn't so he slammed him hard against the wall making his skull crack and him shout

Danny Johnson

Your just like him fr

Bro is flabbergasted

Where the hell do you keep disappearing to?

He laughs intensely, maybe y'all can play some tricks together? No? That's okay sweetheart 💟

He'll do the same thing to you just for shits and giggles

Does it frustrate him? Yeah, but now he finds it funny

Although it does upset him time to time

Micheal Myers

Augh (or whatever the hell that noise he makes is)

Whenever he does find you expect nothing but the worse

Even Laurie wasn't this hard to find or at least didn't disappear into thin air

He hated when he was in chase in his house and you just disappeared after going into one of the rooms and when he goes outside and looks up at one of the houses he sees you on the roof

How the hell did you even manage that? He might need some lessons from Huntress on his throwing aim

Dbd ghostface's reaction to survivor that flirts with him? Like anytime they see him they’re like “damn you look fineeee shawty" and just run away after giggling like an idiot ☠️

They're fr me also love this ask sm<3

Ghostface react to flirty survivor

A bit taken aback at first then giggles himself

He enjoys it

He thinks that it's cute

How you say he's fine then run away giggling like a school girl

It's a nice boost of confidence and ego

Like he knows he fine but having a survivor admit it boosts him up

He flirts with you

You run away and he makes it into a game

And when he get you he is gonna tease you and flirt a bit

When he hooks you he's gonna do the same thing to you just for laughs

Danny hooks you "damnnn you lookin fineeee shawty" lips bites (but you can't see obvi) giggles and runs away kicking his feet

You will sit there flabbergasted along with your teammate who was watching waiting to unhook you