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Me when I see yandere slashers:

Will you do more slasher yandere? I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!! I wanna see us graduated with a house, wedding, and 7 kids. I wanna be his lil stepford wifey!!!!!!!!!! 🙈🤰👩‍🍼👶😭

🤰-anon i was so confused for a second before i reread the fic. i was staring at my screen for a solid second questioning my life. i was like, “7 kids… tf?”

[part.1]

yan!slasher who makes feels so young around you. he can still remember your wedding just a few years ago.

yan!slasher who will always love your oldest the most, having luckily caused the shotgun wedding. oh, he'll never forget that fear in your eyes, tears threatening to spill, proclaiming you were still a virgin. it was honestly because your period was late, and it was a joke to check.

yan!slasher who felt some remorse. he promised to wait until you were married, and he thought he had the patience- just when you look like that, was it honestly his fault? he's been waiting since high school just for this very moment. you can't exactly blame him when those hormones he's been trying to keep down just come to bite him later on.

yan!slasher who decides you both and your 7 little dwarfs should move to a gated community in the midwest, each house bearing shutters on windows and white picket fences. grass that could rival the country club a few blocks away, and those beautiful flowers you loved so much so he loved them so much.

yan!slasher who was honestly being generous. i mean, the perfect town and house for the perfect nuclear family, who wouldn't want that? sure a woman like you should never be confined to a kitchen, for crying out loud you have a degree, but think about your 7 children. they needed a mother in their life. their father is a hard worker after all he can pay the bills so the children can have a mother.

yan!slasher who worried about your loneliness. you did need some friends from moving into such a beautiful community. why not invite some women over? he made sure to buy only the best house available just for your family to be the envy of the town. the wives immediately wanting to have tea once your husband and perfect children were gone.

yan!slasher who, of course, caught wind of mrs. rothschild. how could she say such horrible things? ‘her lawn needed some mowing, and did you see her shoes? ugh, I saw that wear and tear from a mile away. she’s such a- excuse my language, whore. she just married him for his money.’ who did she think she was? she was just an unfertilized old hag wishing to relive her youth! she was jealous of you and your perfect family!

yan!slasher who almost jumps on her the moment those words spill from her sagging red-painted lips. he continued driving the golf cart on the green, trying to contain himself, the past he desperately was trying not to relapse into. but at the same time, did her family even need her? he’s heard the rumors from the drunk colleagues after work in the bar, how she practically was pouncing on her children when they came home with an a- or anything below. the complete opposite of what a woman should be! she’s the complete opposite of you!

yan!slasher who came to the conclusion mrs. rothschild's family could live without her. a pathetic old woman desperately trying to relive her youth by hating on those with lives oh so much better than hers. yes, she could die; it would be for the greater good. but at the same time, he couldn't fall into his old ways. his family needed him- you needed him. he was the sole provider for your little children, and to think like tha- ‘to think that man even has a wife like her. such a pathetic man.’

yan!slasher who is grateful he kept up with working out. beneath that knitted sweater, white button-down, and expensive pants, it was plainly obvious. of course, he made sure you would remember that whenever all the kids were asleep. you did say you wanted to try for another after all.

yan!slasher who decided that the only way to get rid of mrs. rothschild was to tell you to invite her for tea one-on-one. poisoning that vegan tea she liked oh so much and some sleeping drugs in yours. you and the children wouldn't need to know this side of him, grabbing her hair through that kentucky derby hat, ripping the expensive fabric, and gripping to her hair with his strong fingers, still rough and padded from his days in high school up until now, switching to golfing with his work buddies.

yan!slasher who left a note telling you he was going to work early from some colleagues slacking off, and mrs. rothschild left when you fell asleep. that was all a cover-up for him to leave town for a day or two. he just needed to find that deserted fishing lake his college told him about. that sewage spilling would cover up her pathetic, rotting body in no time. now you could live your happy little stepford wife life with no trouble!

yan!slasher who started slipping up more and more. sure, he wouldn't have wanted this at the beginning. this was a new place, a new year. but it was all for you! why shouldn’t he protect his wife and children? he’s already the sole provider, after all.

yan!slasher who makes sure to dispose of tell the housing committee that anyone who even looked at you the wrong way mailbox was approximately two inches farther than the housing code in section 2-a of the appropriate home guide they would give you on the first day of moving in.

yan!slasher who makes sure you don't know what happened to that woman who said such horrible atrocities about you. some such as your couch wasn’t complimenting the cheese platter you had served last week! so horrible and rude of her! how low do these people get? now, do you know her truly body and soul like him? well, no- you didn't. why should you stay up to date or even notice those beneath you and your wonderful perfect magazine family?

yan!slasher who was surprised when you did ask if she was alright but made sure you don't worry your little head off, darling wife. she was cheating on her husband with the couples' therapist anyway.

yan!slasher who noticed that man who looked at your photo in his wallet a split second longer than he should. he was slacking off at his job! fine reasons for someone to be fired as soon as snatches that position he’s been working oh so hard for! aren't you just so happy for him? don't think you should reward him? have the kids go to their friends' house for a night and let him finally spend some alone time with you, the creaking of the bed frame hitting the wall the whole night, heartbeats intertwining into one?

yan!slasher who was grateful he had chosen such a safe town to live. a gated community was supposed to protect the outside not the inside after all. no one would suspect the nice and peaceful town would be harboring a murderer.

yan!slasher who wondered what the townspeople were thinking. he almost felt giddy at it. but he can't be distracted when his main priority is and always be you.

yan!slasher who is overjoyed when the town decides to host a party to try and brighten everyone's mood. this would be another perfect opportunity to show the community how perfect his pretty little wife is! yes, he wanted to look good, only for you. you were the only one he saw, why should he care about the others? you were the main attraction. he would make sure people would know that.

yan!slasher who let you put some makeup onto him to try and spruce him up a bit. who cares if it wasn’t masculine? he would be hotter than any other man there anyway. besides, he was the only one that had a wife that loved him! how pathetic was it to hate those who have more than you?

yan!slasher who ignores the looks women give him. envy. yearning. desire. if one woman even touched him or, god forbid, a man talk to you, he would just have to rip that cute little esophagus right out of their throat in front of everyone!

yan!slasher who, of course, doesn't. why would he ever subject your eyes to even the thought of blood? but he does cling to you the whole night. you want to talk to some of the wives? oh, no, i don’t think that would be for the best. after all, your husband is right here. he’s been so busy with work, why would you ever want to leave your devoured spouse to spend time with friends?

yan!slasher who, once he hears the rumors going around that he, him, your wonderful loving husband was the one killing people, was over this little town.

yan!slasher who makes sure you didn't try any of the punch or alcohol they were serving. 

yan!slasher who makes sure that you both leave early.

yan!slasher who makes sure to tell the kids to pack up.

yan!slasher who makes sure that he already had everything you needed to leave.

yan!slasher who makes sure to grab a photobook of your family and get everyone in the car. 

yan!slasher who makes sure you don’t check the news on that small town you lived in.

“leaving? no, baby. just take a nap and when you wake up you’ll have a whole new life. i’ll protect you.”

Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

One. The Fog

You lived in a world where silence was the only sound and black was the only color. A dull and lifeless space where you aimlessly floated around. Never in your entire existence had you seen a drop of color or spec of life. The only touch is space, the only smell is a thought, and taste is nothing more than a want. Every sense is nonexistent, and nothing truly exists in the world where you roam alone. 

Where do you go from here?

Nowhere. You can't go anywhere. Your existence, mind and body, is one with the hollow world. Wherever you go, the darkness would follow.

For the longest time, you never actually wondered where you were or why you were there. Not once did you question your existence. It was like you were living in an empty world with an idea of what you were to do…and that was to simply exist. 

Your life was set up for you, and you adapted to that quite well. So why...

Why were you beginning to think? 

Why were you beginning to understand your existence?

It happened so fast, you couldn't comprehend what was happening. The feeling wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t unwelcome. You could feel the rushing winds blow throughout your entire being. Was this what it meant to be cold? The icy breeze stung, but you tolerated the feeling as you suddenly began to see a shift in your view.

It was no longer dark. Blurs of colors you had never known to exist began to form. You looked around, shapes formed within the colors. The once silent atmosphere dispersed into white noise of muffled ringing. You could feel something itch within you. You looked down. A dark mist molded with you. From the mist formed a human body. Your human body. Hands. Feet. Legs. You were beginning to take on a form, a physical form.

A strange noise came out of you. It scratched into the air, the sound feeling sharp and raw as it echoed into the empty world. All of your senses became instantly engulfed by your new existence. You could feel the space around you differ from your past form. The world was cold, and you could smell the fresh, damp matter that surrounded you. 

It was different.

All the colors were dark shades, but nothing like the world you had previously been a part of. This world had colors and shapes of many different forms that you had never seen before in your life. You looked all around you, your eyes instantly landing on a large figure just a few feet away.

Pushing forward, you felt your body slowly become separate from the glowing gold particles in the crawling mist. Your newly formed legs wobbled, however, you didn’t stop moving. Each step was a struggle, but you persisted until you were finally touching the the large rough being that loomed a thousand times over you.

Whispers spoke in your head. She called to you. Her voice was lulling and familiar, yet it was also painful and grotesque. She wrapped her voice around you, her beautiful wails cried out in simultaneous harmonies with the voices of the billions of tera worlds she had consumed.

Oh. These are trees?

Your fingers curled around the rough exterior of the ‘tree.’

It was interesting.

You continued to marvel at the world around you. Your eyes traveling down to your bare form, and up to the dark, empty sky. This new existence, it was peculiar, but you had to wonder. Why? Why are you here?

Her whispers got louder and the screams were more dreadful. It pounded into your head, carving its cries into every crevice of your consciousness, making you wince. She was loud. Very loud. But you could still make her needs. 

Purpose? What was your purpose?

Although the air was still, your mind was bustling with noise. You could hear her demands getting louder and louder. The cries of billions of lost souls tore through your head. However, through it all, you could still hear her ghastly, enchanting voice. 

Oh. That was your purpose.

Your gaze moved up to the open sky, eyes traveling into the black abyss of the universe.

Your purpose is to serve her.

ARCUS —?

Every being in history has either had a right hand man or a loyal disciple. An apostle that would do their ruler’s bidding as a believer and a fighter without any hesitation. That’s what it is. The servant. They are a wolf in sheep’s clothes. A poisonous flower that looks innocent at first sight until its spores seep into your skin and your left lying on the ground in despair. The servant is a creature of darkness made to serve as a physical embodiment of a soldier. When I first arrived here, I actually thought they were another survivor such as myself. I couldn’t be farther from the truth. They’re made of the same pure evil that the Ancient One is composed of.

However, my time with them has made me realize something. The only thing that sets them apart from the entity is its own curiosity. If the entity were to be Daedalus then the servant would be Icarus.

Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Two. Self Preservation

A cold, winter breeze brushed through her short, silver locks. The freezing temperatures nipped at her pale skin and her breaths came out shallow and quick. Running out from the abandoned cabin lodge, Yun-Jin continued to sprint across the snowy grounds and make her way towards the flashing red light that blinked just a few feet away.

Almost there. She was almost there.

As she got closer, Yun-Jin could feel her heartbeat begin to thump rapidly against her chest. A deep,sinister laugh could be heard from behind the mound near the doors followed by rushing footsteps. Her brown eyes widened in fear. She wanted to turn back. She wanted to run away, perhaps find the other doors. But if she were to turn around, he was certainly going to kill her. 

The hex: ‘no one escapes death’ was still active and she had searched high and low to find it, but her search came down to nothing. She had no idea where the other survivors were, and the exit gates in front of her were point blank to being open. She didn’t have much time to think about it. The exit gates were right there. One second left on the door, and if she was quick enough, she was certain she could make it. 

She could only hope the others were already at the second exit. 

Rushing past the mound, Yun-Jin quickly grabbed the rusted steel handle and flicked down the switch. In an instant, the doors began to shrill and slowly open.

A smile almost made its way to her lips, however, her sense of security left upon hearing a scream come from behind. Looking over her shoulder, Yun-Jin felt her heart plummet to her stomach upon seeing the brunette botanist, known as Claudette, fall to the ground just a few feet away. Yun-Jin could only watch in horror as a familiar man with slicked back silver hair and bright golden hues walked in with a short swing of his bat. 

Yun-Jin looked at the exit and then back at the botanist. She wanted to run up to the woman and heal her, but she was terrified at the same time. Should she just leave? Her eyes looked over at the woman who had been assisting her in the trials so far. She had been nothing but kind and helpful to her. No, she could not just up an abandon her. Not like she did back then. 

Yun-Jin took a hesitant step forward. She thought about running up to the woman and helping her up, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t fight off the little devil that told her to just run away. Leave her and escape while you still can. She hated having these thoughts, but could anyone really blame her?

Fortunately, she didn’t have to dwell on those thoughts any longer, because as soon as she made eye contact with Claudette, the young botanist silently told with her fearful brown eyes a single word.

Don’t.

So Yun-Jin stood by the exit, watching helplessly as the killer let out a loose laugh. He swung his bat away and took out multiple blades, each one suddenly stabbed into Claudette’s body. Yun-Jin felt her stomach tie into a knot, the young woman’s screams echoing out into the cold, open air, but there was nothing she could do but watch in despair. 

Once her screams died into nothingness, Yun-Jin moved her eyes away from Claudette’s corpse. Her attention then transferred over to the deranged man that hovered over the botanist with gleam in his sadistic golden eyes. That man…he was one of Yun-Jin’s greatest successes, but also one of her greatest regrets. Wearing a long yellow coat and magenta colored pants, the male known by his stage name “The Trickster” stood just a few feet away from her, with an unnerving smile curved on his lips. He looked happy, too happy for someone who just brutally murdered an innocent woman.

Why? Why is that deranged man like this? How did she not see the signs before arriving here?! If it wasn’t for him…

Yun-Jin glared in anger and disgust. Although she stared spitefully, the man paid no attention to her unwavering sneer. Instead, the trickster, also known as Ji-Woon Hak, grabbed a flimsy piece of paper out of his coat pocket. Without sparring another glance, he carelessly flicked the photocard at the brunette’s corpse. 

“Thank you for watching my performance.”

His deep, playful voice spoke out. Ji-Woon’s bright golden hues then gazed over at Yun-Jin with a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. Although his words were supposed to be aimed at Claudette, his gaze never left Yun-Jin’s form, causing a feeling of dread wash over her. All feelings of anger faded into fear as the man slowly began to saunter his way to the exit gates. 

Without another thought, Yun-Jin quickly turned around and ran through the exit gates. She didn’t stop running, not even when she felt her body pass through the portal that would separate her from the killer. She just kept running and running, not daring to turn around until she was sure she was safe from the deranged idol.

As she ran, the once snow filled scenery morphed into hazy darkness. Fog filled the air and a dark mist began to surround her vision. Yun Jin closed her eyes. She could feel the tears begin to slowly slide down her cheek. Her mind could not forget those piercing golden eyes or that chilly, deep laugh that echoed freely in her mind. And her thoughts could certainly not forget Claudette’s sacrifice. 

How did things come to this? What did she do in her past life to be sent to this hell? And worst of all, why the hell is he here too? Was this god’s punishment to her? Is this her karma for leaving the building without another thought? Was it so wrong for her to think of her own survival in that very instant? 

She had no idea why she was sent here…but she did know one thing. She wasn’t here alone.

Upon appearing from within the swirls of black mist, Yun-Jin walked by the towering pine trees and made her way into the dim lit opening ahead. Emerging from the forest, the first thing Yun-Jin’s eyes landed on was a large, open campsite. The place was set up in sections with one side having rows of cabins lined up side by side, and the other side opened with wooden tables and a single large campfire pit surrounded by log benches.

Walking further into the camp, Yun-Jin looked around at the many survivors that either sat alone or talked amongst themselves in different groups. Some of them would ignore her, while others simply glanced up and gave a nod of acknowledgement, and a few watched her carefully, as though she herself was a killer in disguise. Pursing her lips, Yun-Jin glanced around awkwardly, her eyes searching for any signs of a friendly face. 

Since arriving, the silver haired woman didn’t really get to know many of the other survivors. Most seemed to prefer being alone while others looked like they couldn’t be bothered. Of course it wasn’t as though everyone was heartless to newcomers. When she first arrived, Yun-Jin was greeted by a few of the survivors that had been there the longest, specifically: Dwight and Claudette. The two approached her gently and explained everything to her. 

It was unbelievable at first, but once she survived her first trial followed by the next two, the nightmare finally settled in. She was stuck in this hellish cycle with a bunch of strangers that met a similar fate as herself. At this point, she could only rely on herself and her friends to survive. 

Well, if she had friends. 

The only person who had been talking to her so far was Claudette, and she was dead. Well, for now that is. Yun-Jin didn’t quite understand the whole ‘revival’ concept, but she knew Claudette wasn’t actually ‘dead’ dead. However, she didn’t know how long it took for her to come back. For all she knew, it would be a while before the brunette botanist returned.

Looking around, Yun-Jin’s eyes landed on a small group of survivors sitting by the fire pit. She recognized one of the survivors as someone who had briefly introduced herself while being shown around the campsite. Feng Min? Yeah, that was her name. She seemed nice enough, and the group around her seemed to be a good start. 

Deciding to broaden her connections with the other survivors, Yun-Jin made her way to the group.

As she got closer, she could hear some of them talking, others joking, followed by some snickers of laughter. Yun-Jin wasn’t usually a nervous person, but among the group of survivors who had known each other for what she assumed to be quite some time, she couldn’t help but feel a bit out of her element. 

Standing by the group, Yun-Jin cleared her throat, catching all of their attention.

“May I sit with you all?” she asked. 

The group looked at her, some surprised while others welcomed her with a small smile. The first to respond was the young woman with short black hair pulled back into a tight bun, and a blue uniform shirt and shorts. 

“Knock yourself out.” 

Yun-Jin gave a tight lipped smile, “Thank you.”

Pulling down her skirt, the silver haired woman took a seat by a man with dirty blonde hair pushed back into a combover with faded grey eyes wearing a dark blue coat and pants. He briefly looked up at her. A small, welcoming smile tugged at his lips, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. She could understand as much, but nonetheless she was grateful for his brief sense of welcome before he turned back to reading the book in his hands.

“So, you’re the new survivor, huh?” A woman with tan skin, short brown hair with long layered bangs and multiple piercings on her ears, spoke out. She wore a light brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and had a red colored scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. She sent her a grim smile, “Can’t exactly say welcome since no one really wants to be here, but I hope you’ve been adjusting well. I’m Zarina Kassir.”

The black haired woman from before waved her hand, “We briefly met, but you probably forgot since it gets kinda crazy when you first arrive, but I’m Feng Min”

“No, no. I remember. It’s nice to meet you- all of you.” Yun-Jin emphasized, receiving small smiles from the group. 

“I’m Adam Francis, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Said a black man with dark brown eyes and midnight black hair styled into a high top fade. He wore a white collared shirt, a dark grey tie tucked inside a grey vest and a long, worn down lab coat. The man gave a low chuckle, “Would’ve been better anywhere but here, but it’s still nice to meet you.”

Yun-Jin nodded, her eyes then moved to the man at her side that closed his book with a short chuckle.

“I see we’re introducing ourselves.” He spoke, his faded grey orbs looking over at her with another tight but warm smile. “Felix Richter.”

Yun-Jin would be lying if she said she wasn’t stunned at how quick they were to welcome her. Feeling a sense of belonging, she smiled gratefully at the group before her. “I’m Yun-Jin Lee. I hope you all take care of me.” It was without words that the others thought the same exact thing. 

“So, you just had your third trial, yeah?” Min asked, to which Yun-Jin nodded. The dark haired woman gapped at her, “Wow that’s amazing. No offense, but I’m surprised you escaped three times in a row. For a rookie, it’s kind of hard to do.”

“It’s mostly because I’ve had others help me.” Yun-Jin admitted, “The botanist woman, Claudette? She’s been in all of my trials so far, and has been a great help to me.” Yun-Jin suddenly grimaced, remembering the woman’s screams as though they were right in her ear. A pang of guilt struck her heart. “She even sacrificed herself for me. She said she was going to ‘ninety-nine’ a door and if it blinks to run to it. It was her second hook and I hadn’t been hooked at all that trial. I could’ve- I could’ve done something but I didn’t.” 

The group looked over her with sympathetic eyes, each one of them remembering a time when a teammate would sacrifice themselves so they could escape. 

“It doesn’t get any easier, but she’ll come back. The more you learn, the easier the trials will be, and the better you get, the less sacrifices will be made. Just remember she’ll come back.” Zarina attempted to comfort, but Yun-Jin just couldn’t shake off the guilt. It was like that time all over again. 

Lost in her own thoughts, the others gave her time to think and began to talk amongst themselves once more. As they spoke, Yun-Jin was cut short of her thoughts upon hearing a familiar soft spoken voice. Looking up, she watched as a pretty blonde woman held onto one of the hands of one of her fellow survivors. She recognized the confused looking woman as the one that had died just before the exit gates had opened. It was Claudette. 

“Claudette!” She jumped, her eyes brimmed with tears of joy. However, that soon washed away when the botanist looked at her in confusion. 

“Hello, do I know you?”

The blonde holding Claudette’s hand shook her head.

“Sorry, doll. She doesn’t have her memories quite yet, but give her some time and she’ll remember everything.” The woman explained before guiding Claudette away from the campfire and over to the rows of cabins. 

As the duo walked away, Yun-Jin gazed over at their disappearing forms in disbelief. Her eyes then trailed over to the group of survivors, but they went on chatting as though what happened was just another everyday occurrence. 

Sitting back down on the log, Yun-Jin stared off at the distance with a fearful expression written across her features. “How could she forget what happened?” She uttered. 

The others in the group looked back at her. 

“It happens when we die in the trials.” Min answered, her face twisting into anger. “Apparently the entity feeds on us so when we die and get sent back to the trials, we have no recollection of any of this.” She then motioned her hand to the entire campsite. “That way we have a more ‘fighting spirit’ to escape.” The woman then snorted, “Well, we sure did learn the hard way.”

“What do you mean by ‘feeds’?”

“The entity feeds on our strong emotions, especially hope.” Adam cut in. The tall man then rubbed his hands together, his dark brown eyes moved away from the fire pit to meet Yun-Jin fearful gaze. “That’s why we have short term memory loss. That way if we go back into the trials and escape, we are left in anguish upon thinking that we ever had a chance of leaving.”

“This place is worse than any hell. Even the devil himself wouldn’t want to be here.” Zarina muttered, but her words were heard from the rest of the group. The others stayed silent, all having the same thought in mind.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

Zarina looked at her with a pitiful smile, “Don’t beat yourself up. We’re all in this together.”

Yun-Jin furrowed her brows, her eyes glaring into the fire with angry tears glossing over her brown orbs, “It’s not fair! There has to be a way out of here!” She shouted, her eyes moving from one survivor to the next, hoping one of them would give her a hopeful look, but her heart dropped upon seeing them all avoid her gaze.

Min was the first to respond, a sarcastic, airy laugh leaving her lips. “Ha, yeah. If there was a way, we would’ve left by now.”

Yun-Jin pursed her lips. Crossing one leg over the other, she rested her chin on her hand and gazed out at the line of cabins with furrowed brows. She wondered why she was sent here. Her thoughts spiraling into a single thought, there had to be a way out of here.

As she stared out at the cabins, one of the doors swung open. Emerging from the medical cabin, Dwight stepped out onto the porch with a bashful expression. His face was tinted red and he was rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous smile placed on his lips. 

Yun-Jin raised a brow, observing as the anxious man took a few steps back, allowing you to enter the scene. 

Wearing a white button up shirt, black tie, and a matching black coat and pants that hugged your [body type] frame, you suddenly appeared in Yun-Jin’s line of sight looking perfect and poise. [Hair length] [hair color] hair that complimented your [skin tone] face. Dull [eye color] eyes that looked as blank as the night sky. You stood in front of Dwight with a vacant expression written on your flawless face. 

Yun-Jin had to admit, you were attractive. Extremely attractive. However, there was something about you that didn’t sit right with her. You always looked empty. Perhaps even lost. Not a thought seemed to go through your mind as others would speak to you, or when you were wandering around the campsite. You were just there.

“What about them?” She asked, catching everyone’s attention. Their eyes then followed hers that trailed across the camp over to you.

Upon seeing who she was referring to, Min couldn’t help but utter out, “The servant of evil?” To which got her a nudge to her rib and a hushed ‘Min!’ from Zarina. 

“Ow! What? That’s literally what they are. It’s not like they care if we talk shit about them. That thing has no feelings.” The others sighed. 

“What about them?” Adam changed the topic, his eyes looking back over to Yun-Jin.

“Do they know how to leave this place?”

Zarina hummed, “Most likely, but it’s not like that matters. They wouldn’t tell us.”

Yun-Jin sat up, a bit more curious as she looked at the others, but her gaze always faltered back to you. “Why not?”

“Because they are the entity’s servant.” Min responded, “When we became more self aware, we tried everything to pry information out of them, but they wouldn’t budge. We pleaded, cried, we even tried to threaten to harm them, but they still wouldn’t budge.”

“Have you tried rationalizing with them?”

At this, Adam scoffed. “Rationalize? How can you rationalize with something that doesn’t feel?”

“I mean, have you tried?” Yun-Jin looked over at the group. “You say they serve the entity, but that’s it, right? Has it tried to seek out your despair?”

The others gazed among themselves. They each looked at one another, each one of their thoughts attempting to recollect a time when you would be devious or cunning, but they could only draw blanks.

Adam shook his head. “No, but they’re not actively looking out for us either.”

“But maybe they can.” 

Min pursed her lips, thinking over Yun-Jin’s words. Her dark brown orbs gazed over at you, watching as you interacted with Dwight. Although you had never helped the survivors outright, you never seemed to show detest for them as well. You just gave them materials, healed them, and kept them alive. Now that she thought about you, you weren’t on a single “side”. You were just there.

“You might be onto something.” 

Adam looked at her in bewilderment, “Min, you can’t be serious.”

“Yun-Jin’s right. They move like an NPC.”

Felix gave Feng a quizzical expression, “A what?”

Min rolled her eyes, “In video game terms, a non playable character. Someone there to be in the background to assist the player with items or short information, but that’s it.”

“So what? Do we give it feelings? How does that work?” Zarina asked to which Min shook her head.

“No, we teach it to be more human. If we teach them empathy, love, hope, maybe they can help us. It’ll be like rewiring their code to do more than just serve the entity. We could turn it to our side and we will have something over the killers, and possibly even escape.”

“That’s ridiculous, it’ll never work!” Adam exclaimed, but Yun-Jin shook her head in protest. 

“You guys don’t know that.”

Zarina crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes watching as you continued to converse with Dwight. She never thought of you in any other way other than being there to serve the entity and keep the other survivors in check. She never once thought of the possibility that there was more to you than what you let on. Perhaps, well, just maybe you could be their ticket out of the realm. 

“I say we give it a shot.” She spoke, her eyes gazing at the others with a flicker of light gleaming in her dark brown eyes. “I mean, what do we have to lose? We die? Death would at least be a forever release from this place.” 

Adam looked at Zarina and the others, exasperatedly. He wasn’t exactly sure how this would work out, but if the others were confident, then just maybe it was okay to have a little sense of hope. With a sigh, he reluctantly nodded. “Okay, but we just can’t come to this out of nowhere. They’ll get suspicious. After all, they are still loyal to the entity.”

“So we try this with people who know them the most.” Zarina explained, but Felix looked confused. 

“And who would that be?”

Yun-Jin smiled, her eyes moving over to the anxious leader who stood before you with a red face and a nervous smile. 

“The people who’ve been here the longest.”

Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Three. Prove Thyself

The trial at Ormond was a close call. The last gen had popped. Dwight, along with Claudette and Steve, were all on their last hooks, and the killer had placed the hex: "no one escapes death" somewhere on the map. Fortunately the new killer wasn't good, however, he wasn't exactly terrible either. Those knives he carries around were easy enough to dodge, especially when looping, but the trial was still difficult with Yun-Jin still learning the ropes of survival.

Still, despite all odds Dwight was still able to escape with Yun-Jin and Steve. Unfortunately he couldn't say the same for Claudette. Although three escapes counts as a win, he still felt like it was a loss. The male hated when someone would die in the trials. Being the smart one, and one of the first to arrive in the fog, he was always seen as the leader. So if anyone died during his trial, he felt like he let his teammates down.

Obviously Claudette knew the risks of taking the killer off of him so he could help the generators progress just a little bit faster, but he still felt responsible for her death. Hopefully in the next trial all four survivors can escape.

Dwight cringed in pain.

"Ow!" He hissed, one hand cradled his wounded stomach while the other fiddled through the medical cabinet. Right. He was still injured. Just before exiting through the portal, the killer managed to get one last hit on him, resulting in Dwight appearing in the medical cabin to deal with his injuries.

As he hurriedly took out items, Dwight wondered where you were. Usually when survivors escaped the trials with an injury, you would be waiting for them in the medical cabin to heal their wounds for the next trial, however, you were nowhere to be seen. So Dwight took it upon himself to at least stop the bleeding before he passed out.

Pressing a wet rag against his torso, Dwight took out a few gauzes, towels, and disinfecting sprays. His dark brown eyes searched for the pain medication, but as he gazed up at the shelves, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over. Gripping the counter, the male took a few shaky deep breaths. His eyes moved back to the shelf full of pills.

Reaching up, the male felt more blood seep out of his stomach, causing him to let out a sharp yelp. His grip loosened on the counter and he felt his body stumble back.

The male was about to hit the floor until he felt firm arms wrap around his torso. Dwight's eyes widened. The feeling of the stranger's arms, it was familiar.

He looked over his shoulder. To his relief, his dark brown eyes met your chilly [eye color] stare.

"H-hi."

"Hello."

The male tried to smile, but the pain in his stomach felt unbearable. "Agh!" He grunted, his hand gripping at his blood stained shirt.

Looking over at the closest empty bed, you firmly held onto the man and guided him over to the rows of cots just right of the medical cabinets. Helping him sit upright, you took a seat on the rolling chair beside the bed, and faced him.

"Could you take off your shirt?"

Dwight's face flushed, but he gave a curt nod and began to unbutton his shirt. As he took off his tie and shook off the white collared shirt, the male couldn't help but nervously gaze over at you as you took off your glove. No matter how many times he's been through the healing process, Dwight could never get used to your touch.

Dwight wasn't sure when exactly his feelings began to blossom into a crush. Was it before Feng showed up? Or after David's arrival? Time was nonexistent in the fog, and when he didn't remember his many deaths from the trials, his memories and feelings just meshed into a blur. Although he couldn't remember when his feelings developed, Dwight did know why.

The male watched as your hand began to glow. Although your expression was void of emotion, he could still see the focus in your eyes. Those eyes that were always vacant of expression, were pools of [eye color] that he always found to be a beautiful safe haven from all of his anxieties.

You were a being created from the darkness of the fog. A creature that served the very entity that would bring him and his friends despair, but despite all that, you always held such a peaceful aura around you that Dwight felt himself attracted to.

In his life before the fog, Dwight was always the punchline to someone's shitty joke. The smart one that people took advantage of. The one people looked at with eyes filled with arrogance and disgust. But you? Your eyes were always empty. You never once showed him hostility or looked to him for advice. You never once mocked him or asked him for favors with a fake smile and a sickly sweet voice. You were always real with him.

Around you, Dwight felt free of judgment and responsibility. Your presence was always calm, and your emotions always transparent. Of course, it was transparent because you didn't seem to have the capability to feel, but nonetheless he liked that you were always honest and that he could just be himself without worry.

He did have to admit though, he wished you were able to show emotions and thought. What sort of things would you like and dislike? What did you look like when you smiled or cried? What would you take interest in?

Who would you take an interest in?

Dwight's face heated up at the thought. No, he couldn't think like that. He had been in the fog long enough to know you held little to no regard for him or any of the other survivors. Your loyalty remained with the entity.

Dwight's eyes watched as you pressed a cold hand to his wound. His breath hitched in his throat and a low hiss left his lips. An icy yet soothing energy flowed into his open flesh. It was a sharp burning feeling that melted at his insides, but it slowly eased away the pain.

Dwight let out a shaky breath. His wound hurt like hell, but he couldn't fight off the blush that rose to his cheeks. Your fingers pressed against his skin felt good in the most shameful way. He had to admit, he wasn't proud of how happy he was by a simple skin-to-skin contact, but when it comes to you, healing was the only way he'd ever get to feel close to you.

It was a cruel reality Dwight had to face, but one that he's learned to live with. You couldn't possibly harbor his mutual feelings for you, but that wouldn't stop him from crushing on you, and with that, Dwight took any interaction with you to heart.

"So how has your day been?" He asked in an attempt to break from his thoughts.

Peering up, you glanced at Dwight briefly before moving back at your glowing grey hand, "It's been well. I've been busy assisting the two new additions get familiar with the camp. They both seem to be adjusting well to their surroundings."

Dwight nodded, "That's good. The new killer is, um, interesting."

"Indeed. He has yet to get a 4K, but his progress has been better than other killers in the past." Shifting your hand, you applied pressure to his wound once more; causing the male to flinch. "Proceeding with the outer healing process. Please don't move."

Dwight nodded, his eyes observing as your hand glowed and continued to mend his wounds.

"It's amazing how fast you can heal others." He commented, his eyes moving over to meet your eyes.

You looked at him briefly before turning back to his wound, "Compared to the natural human regeneration process, I suppose it seems quick, but for me it takes time. I need to disinfect the wound on the inside, restore cells, and use my own stored energy to speed up time and heal your body from the inside-out."

"That sounds complicated."

"Not at all. It's what I was made to do. I need to ensure all survivors are healthy to continue on in the trials otherwise the entity will be displeased with the sacrifice." Removing your hand from his body, you swiveled your chair away from the bed. "You are healed." You stated, before making your way to the medical cabinet to put away all of the stuff Dwight had previously pulled out.

As you cleaned up, Dwight glanced down at where your hand once laid. Instead of a bleeding wound, the male found nothing but clear skin. Placing a hand where his injury was, Dwight strained a smile. Yeah, it's what you were made to do.

"But still, you work hard, and I think it's really admirable how much energy you use just to keep me- I mean, everyone, alive."

You looked over your shoulder, your eyes meeting Dwight's gaze. The male pursed his lips, but didn't shy away from looking at you.

"You're just so calm and straightforward. Always doing so much for the other survivors even if not all of them are nice to you. Compared to someone like me, I think you're amazing."

Dwight looked at you with sincerity. He wanted you to know how much he appreciated you, even if you were just doing the bare minimum, even if you literally hold no emotions for him or the others, he wanted you to know he genuinely liked you and the presence you had in the fog.

But as he predicted, you didn't seem to understand.

"It's not hard work at all. It's what I was made to do."

Dwight sighed, but he nodded. Yeah, he figured as much, but he still hoped that you may have understood him by some miracle. But miracles didn't happen in the fog.

The two of you continued to stand in silence for a moment. Dwight, looking down defeated in thought, and you, staring at him with a nonchalant expression. All was silent until you decided to speak.

"You may put your shirt back on."

Turning back to you, Dwight's face flushed red, "R-right. Sorry."

Putting on his shirt and tie, Dwight got off the bed and followed you to the door. Stepping out onto the porch, the male scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous chuckle.

"So, umm...thank you. For, you know, healing me."

"It is not a problem. If you have any other injuries or concerns, don't hesitate to contact me. If I am not available, you can always wait for me at the survivor's main hall cabin."

"Right."

Taking a few steps back, Dwight allowed you to exit the medical cabin. He watched as you gently closed the door behind you and turned to face him.

"Did you still need something?"

Dwight let out a cough.

"If you need any help, I wouldn't mind helping you restock the store again."

The male fidgeted with his fingers as he looked at you thoughtfully. Although you may not understand his feelings, he still enjoyed being around you. He wanted to spend more time with you. To say he was desperate was an understatement. Dwight enjoyed your presence and wanted to be with you every chance he got.

So when he looked deeply into your vacant [eye color] eyes, Dwight already knew what you were going to say.

"Today I'm going to the killer's shack to restock merchandise, so your assistance will not be needed."

Dwight's smile faded, but he expected as much. Those hollow orbs of [eye color] were like an empty shell of a person. You couldn't and wouldn't ever understand him. That's where Dwight would always snap out of his own fantasies. You weren't human. You couldn't reciprocate his feelings no matter how many times he stayed by your side.

Dwight forced out a strained smile. "Alright. Some other time then."

You gave a curt nod and headed for the forest; making your way to the killer's side of the camp.

Dwight could only watch longingly as you walked away, his eyes trailed after you until you disappeared within the trees.

With a sigh, the male turned around and walked down the porch steps, making his way to his own cabin. As he walked down the pebbled path, Dwight heard a voice call out to him.

"Hey, Dwight!"

The male snapped his attention forward, his eyes moving over to the group of survivors sitting by the campfire. The one who called out to him was Zarina. With a grin, the Lebanese woman motioned for the man to come closer.

"Hey, come sit with us."

Dwight's eyes widened a bit in surprise. It wasn't like the survivors here were mean or two-faced to him like the people back in his life before the fog, but the survivors didn't really call out to him too often unless they needed advice or help.

Dwight purses his lips. Yeah, they most definitely wanted something from him. Why else would they call for him? The male wanted to just shake his head and continue walking, but he knew as the leader he couldn't just up and abandon the others when they needed him.

Letting out a small sigh, Dwight reluctantly walked up to the group and sat beside Adam.

Dwight looked at the group with a nervous smile. His eyes went around the campfire to the different survivors sitting in a circle until his vision focused on Yun-Jin Lee.

"Oh, hey again." Dwight acknowledged, a bit surprised to see her within the group. "I see you've met the others."

Yun-Jin smiled softly, her eyes moving to the other survivors who had welcomed her with open arms. "Yes, everyone's been very kind to me."

Dwight nodded. "That's good. How've you been holding up in the trials? Our last trial I've been focused on looping so I couldn't really help guide you through the gens as I promised." Dwight then grimaced at the memory of the killer setting his goal primarily on him, leaving Yun-Jin to fend for herself on an unknown map. Turning to look at Yun-Jin, the male sent her an apologetic frown, "I'm sorry about that."

At his words, Yun-Jin's eyes widened and she was quick to shake her head, "No, it's fine. I understand. I'm still not good with the generators, but I'm learning with time."

"That's good."

Dwight nodded, his eyes then wandered over the group. The entire circle was quiet, all of them looking at one another as though they were having some kind of telepathic conversation. It made Dwight worry. What was going on?

Among the silence, Zarina was the first to speak.

"So, Dwight, how have you been?"

The male looked at her in confusion, "Um, okay? I guess." He then shook his head, "Is there something you guys needed, or...?"

Min groaned. "Look, let's cut to the chase. How well do you know the entity's servant?"

Dwight looked at her in surprise. You? Why did they want to know about you?

The male scratched his cheek, "Pretty well, I guess? I sometimes help them with restocking and we have small talk, usually on my end, but that's about it. Why?"

This time, Adam cut in.

"Have they ever shown you emotion?"

Dwight furrowed his brows, "Not really. They're usually neutral to everything. Whenever I ask how they're doing they always give the same response."

Min looked at him to elaborate.

"Which is...?"

"They say 'well,' usually. But wait, why are you guys asking me all of these questions? What's going on? Is there a problem with them?"

The group looked at one another. Upon making eye contact with each other, they all seemed to have come to agreement to tell the anxious leader their plans.

"We think we might be able to change them." Zarina answered, causing Dwight's eyes to widen in shock.

Wait, what?

"Change them? What do you mean? How?"

Min shrugged her shoulders, "Being friendly, I guess. Sharing our emotions, thoughts, basically teaching them how to be more human."

"I don't think it'll work, but the others think it's worth a shot." Adam shrugged.

"What made you guys come to this conclusion?"

Min pointed to the silver haired newcomer, "Yun-Jin actually brought up a pretty good point about them. They don't hate us- actually, let me rephrase that. They don't gain anything from us. So, why not take their neutral stance to our advantage?"

"So we decided to come up with a plan to change them into being more human, or at the very least have some connection so we can persuade them to help us." Zarina added. "Since you're the leader and have been here the longest, we figured we'd ask you to help us with this experiment."

Dwight looked at the group in bewilderment. A chance to change you? Was that even possible? Ever since his feelings for you had bloomed, the male had taken any chance he got to spend it with you, but you never seemed to change. You were always stoic. You never gave your thoughts or opinions on anything, always leaving Dwight to fill in the blanks.

But maybe that's where he's been going about it all wrong.

Dwight's eyes widened in thought. He then moved his attention over to the group. "Are you guys sure you want to go through with this plan, and that it will work?"

Zarina pursed her lips. "We don't know, that's why we're asking you. We figured we would ask you since you seem to have the most experience with them."

"We did plan on asking you, then Claudette, Jake, and Meg to help as well." Felix added, "But we wanted to hear from you first."

Dwight bit his lower lip. A chance to get closer to you, to make an actual connection.

If what they said was true, that you had no gain from hurting them and simple existed on a neutral stance, then perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try. But first, they needed proof that you had the capability to learn empathy and adapt into human nature.

The male straightened up in his seat.

"Well, if this plan of yours is going to be in motion, first you need to reconsider the people who have been here the longest. Claudette is a good idea since she's very understanding and patient by nature, but Jake is more neutral with them and he is kind of hard to get through. As for Meg, that's just a bad idea. If anything it should be people who have a better relationship with them, or at least a more neutral stance."

Zarina nodded. "That makes sense."

Min then raised a brow, "So does that mean you're in?"

Dwight smiled, a light of determination flickered in his dark brown eyes. "I will try my best."