I Got Into Character as a Killer.

This was my adventure today, have you guys ever gotten into character while playing a killer or survivor?

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TLDR; Forced survivors to run circles in my basement for my entertainment before I let them leave.

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Today was an evening like any other. The entity dropped four strangers and me into a new realm. I was tasked with that primal role to take my revenge out on these poor innocents. Admittedly, they did me no harm. My tragic backstory began and ended with my life. No, I was just an incensed Spirit with a handler powerful enough to point me in a mutually beneficial direction. We’ve gone through this rigmarole so many times I daren’t dream of counting.

Typically, these hapless fools will put up some fight, a challenge if I’m lucky. Some survivors may even be so bold as to hop into this pit of death eagerly, armed with a stockpile of keys and flashlights. They allay their fears by tormenting me with crude gestures. Some may escape my blade, while I doom others into feeling their mortality depart from them once more.

This event started like any other. The survivors made it; I arrived on the scene, and the game of cat and mouse began. Though this is where things grew uncanny, things didn’t go as I expected. People were dying quickly and easily. It seemed they didn’t understand the gravity of their situation or, in their hysteria, made the worst possible decision.

Before the first generator gave the unsatisfying ‘PING!’ I was already staring at the corpse of one that had been so full of life just a moment ago. I’d celebrate a job well done, but it filled my soul with a hollowness mirrored by the victim’s lifeless eyes as the entity’s tendrils whisked her away. Was that it? Is it already over?

Soon after, the generator rang out and I stared across a cornfield in melancholy. There was no fight to be had. The victor had been decided, and it was me. This was no longer a fight for their lives. These were lambs to the slaughter. Am I no longer a predator? Have I been demoted to a simple butcher? I tried to force some renewed excitement to make things fun for myself.

I cut a few more down, hooked a few more, and watched as they struggled like the rats that they are to buy enough time to survive. I stalled, I took a stroll, and I saw no progress on any of the generators. The occasional flutter of movement was all they accomplished as they tried to pretend I couldn’t see them hiding in the foliage.

As I gave up this prolonged fate, I burst around a corner, scattering two souls in opposite directions like startled cats. I took my blade in hand to cut them both down. Both of them frantically crawled away to escape my firm grasp, which would surely post them on a rusted hook. I looked down upon the Kingdom they sent me to rule and grew disgusted. They disgusted me for not being good enough. This was their life; after all, couldn’t they at least try to preserve it? What nonsense was this! If I were in their place, I would have put my life at a much higher premium!

I threw one on the hook and stared at the other, still crawling away. A cute young lady with a bunny hoodie. Not so different from me when I was alive. I nodded with resolve. Entity be damned, I needed to feel something more. I picked her up and took her to my basement. I only call it ‘mine’ because I feel a comforting call when I’m down there. Though visually, it holds no memories from before this time.

I set her down back to her feet. I walked to the steps and shook my head at her while gesturing upstairs. She was my prisoner now, and a good prisoner does what they’re told. The prisoner stared at me and accepted her fate. I scared her. Admittedly there were hooks, the same type her friends were dangling on, not to mention the blood dripping from the ceiling. For better or worse, though, this was our home for the evening. I tried to make it as pleasant as possible. There was a box with one of my valuables, something I did not need that she accepted as a show of good faith.

Despite this, my prisoner seemed upset. I knew her wounds ailed her, but she was obedient.

I heard the sounds of a struggle upstairs. Someone had pulled one of my creatures off from her fate, and it was time to get back to the grind. Within seconds, I did quick work of both of them. I threw one on a hook who struggled so hard that she lasted mere seconds, the other one I cocked my head at as I realized what my prisoner needed. A friend. Her friend. Sure, maybe I’d be a third wheel, but it’s been so long since I’ve had proper company. Besides that, I should reward an obedient prisoner.

I brought the friend back with me. She kicked and struggled all the way to my basement. Even causing me to lose my grip, I dropped her, but she stuck the landing. I plucked her up once more and could finally bring her all the way. The little bunny girl still stood there and waited for my return. I provided entertainment. I started running circles around the central pillar, around and around I went. They stared at each other and came to the same conclusion, and joined me on this demented carousel. Blood dripped from the ceiling, grunts and shrieks of pain echoed my dingy halls. There was nothing I could do for their suffering, much as they could do nothing for mine. They tried to patch each other up, but I couldn’t let that happen. No, no. I know the entity enough to realize they need to hurt at the very least. We all hurt while we’re here.

Despite all the fun we indeed had, I felt the elephant in the room. An unspoken question unasked, a need unfulfilled.

After some time, I realized what these two wanted. These survivors wanted to go home back to see their loved ones. They wanted to leave on their own two feet and not because of some eye in the sky doing what unholy things such a thing does.

I knew what I had to do. As much fun as this get-together was, the night was quickly drawing to a close, and they needed to be Dead by Daylight or at the very least scarce.

I walked to the stairs and nodded, showing them it was time to say goodbye. They left with great anxiety, and I watched as they resumed work to finish the generators, repairing with such skill. I wondered how they came about such knowledge. I tried to assist, but I was all thumbs.

As the night grew on, so too did their hope. I could tell they still didn’t trust me while I played my role as a third member to their duet. They traded side-eyes to me whenever they thought I wasn’t looking. I can’t understand why though, I murdered their friends, yet I made my intentions very clear that they wouldn’t share that fate. They were the lucky ones!

Then before we knew it, a loud alarm rang out. It was time to go. Our fated meeting had reached the curtain call. I helped open the last gate and watched them depart. The bunny hoodie ran her hand across my face before leaving. I like to think that was a show of friendliness.

She was a kindred spirit, after all.

Then, just like that, I was alone again. Back to the void.

I hope I never see that bunny hoodie again, but if I do, she’ll always have a place in my basement.

Our basement.

P.S. Her friend was a most unappreciative guest who spat on me as she left. I hope the bunny hoodie makes better associates in the future.