A small fanfiction set in the Dead By Daylight Universe
Critique is highly appreciated.
A skull burned in the bonfire. Weird… never seen that before. It’s the last thing I see before I’m dragged away for the… fiftieth time? Don’t know, I lost count.
The moment it begins always feels strange… first you disappear, and for a few seconds you kind of lose your body. I mean, you are still alive and thinking, but you just don’t have corporeal form, it’s like you were disintegrated but your brain (or soul, or whatever you believe in) still functions. It’s really tricky to explain. You always recover your body though, so at least that’s one of the few things you can be certain of in this shithole.
This time I appear in some sort of hospital, or maybe it’s a prison; there’s little difference anyways. I immediately spot one of those machines with the light thingy. It’s crazy, somehow, I just always know what cord goes where and what bolt needs tightening. It feels like I never learn from it though, it always takes me quite a long time to get the damn thing working.
As I continue fixing the magical apparatus, I think about the skull. It felt like it was staring right at me, like it was speaking to me. Was it warning me? Was it threatening me? In my fifty-ish tests I’ve never seen such a thing. I usually see some plants, a tied-up bag (god knows what it contains), some cake (weird, right? Why would you burn CAKE?!), some bottles, and some other random sh*t, like a tiny key or a coin. But I’ve never seen a skull.
Something feels off…
I hear a lot of screams of pain, too many… I think the others aren’t doing so well… but whatever, I gotta see this thing through.
I finish tinkering with the power machine and begin searching for another one. But after only a few steps in one of the hospital’s long hallways I start feeling my heart go faster… And in this world that can only mean one f*cking thing.
I start sprinting as fast as I can, but I’m suddenly stricken by a metal bone saw, goddamn that hurts. While the pumpkin-headed b*tch cleans her sh*tty weapon off I try to sneak to a locker. I stealthily get inside, there’s no way she finds me. Got away this time…
I’m still feeling that adrenaline though, it could be from all the sprinting, but it doesn’t really feel like that, it feels like I’m still being hunted… Is she...?
I peek through the window just in time to see her orange little head staring right at my hiding spot. She opens it. ######### this is going to hurt.
As she picks me up, I realize that I’m probably the last one left, considering I spot through a window the little metal hatch on the floor. It’s open, I read through this random dude’s book that usually happens when you’re the last hunted in a test. My escape is only two rooms away.
If I can get her nasty little hands off me, I can probably book it and get away. She has a good hold of me though.
After a few steps she drops me in the middle of a long hallway though. She isn't gonna feed me to the claws? The last time this happened I was able to crawl my little ass out. This doesn’t feel the same though.
She’s standing on top of me. She begins holding me with her weird cursed hand. It hurts. She tosses me and puts her hand on my neck… Is she…? Is she choking me? What is happening?! I lose my ability to breathe. She stares right into my soul with her pumpkin-colored glowing eyes…
I start grasping at her face trying to get her off me but it’s futile. The b*tch is probably enjoying this, f*ck.
My heartbeat was racing just a few moments ago but now its quickly losing speed. Am I dying? This can’t be.
I can’t resist, my body loses all the strength it has left, but she still doesn’t stop choking me… I thought this kind of thing couldn’t happen here…
As I take my last breath, I feel her caress my skin… somehow, I can feel she’s actually sorry…
I’m not dead though. What’s happening? It feels like I’m going to another test, I have no body, but I can think straight.
I come back to my body and feel… different. Wait… This isn’t my body… I have wings, feathers, I can fly. Am I free? I can get out of this place at last! I begin flapping my wings as hard and as fast as I can…
to no avail, there’s nothing up here but mere black. In fact, I really feel like going back on the ground, maybe find a nice rock to rest on.
I find myself a comfortable little spot on top of a bench. Now that I’m taking a second to myself, I can see that I’m in a familiar place, it’s a long street with a couple of houses. I’ve been here before. I can recall the first time I was here it reminded me of something I once saw in a movie.
I see the white mask guy holding a knife, he’s only a few meters away from me, kicking one of those generators. But my heart feels normal. Actually, I feel like he’s no threat to me at all. I hear some grass moving around to my right. It’s a girl with a ponytail, she’s clearly hiding from the tall dude.
The tall guy spots her and runs at her, she sprints away but the masked man is not giving up. It’s surprisingly pretty fun to watch.
They run right next to me and I fly away. I’m not sure why, it was a reflex, I just feel like I shouldn’t interfere. I still want to come back though, I want to see if she escapes, so I settle myself atop one of the tall bushes in the vicinity and watch the whole show go down.
It’s entertaining. I find myself at peace just taking a break from all the constant danger and adrenaline. I realize how comfortable I am in this form
I haven’t been this relaxed since before I came to the dark place… Maybe I finally passed the test… I feel like I could do this forever…