#also the bottom looked empty so I gave scar a tail :D

[isjasz]

[Day 147 - Day 3: Alter egos and secret identities]

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@desert-duo-week

[sloppy-butcher]

Bit weird but can I request like any of the killers where their survivor s/o that whenever they’re in a trial with them they get dressed as them

okay but I HAVE THE BEST IDEA FOR THIS ASK >:D this is going to purely be crack so be prepared

the outfit I have chosen will be included under the cut but I'm sure you already know where this is going once you see who the killer is

thank you for the request, it wasn’t weird at all XDD hope you enjoy

HeadCanons for The Oni (Kazan Yamaoka) with an S/O that gets dressed like him in trials

The outfit in question:

The Oni - The Minotaur

Kazan preferred not to dwell too heavily on what the Entity had changed him into. He had a job to do, a trial at hand; do it quickly and then he can go back to normal. Ordinarily the outfits and weapons the Entity would reward killers with were more ‘quality of life’ possessions. Rin was given a lovely schoolgirl outfit, the Shape was given a hospital gown for some reason, and so on and so forth. Thus far, no other killer was ever given such a deeply intrinsic and physically altering cosmetic. He all most felt like it was some kind of punishment from the spider-god, to have his own flesh twisted and manipulated into something it was not before. He knew he had impressive horns, toes which had formed into black hooves and something that hung behind him flicking away flies, which he dared not address lest he be repulsed. Overall, Kazan was not the biggest fan of this new look he had been assigned. He did like the looks he got from the terrified survivors as he rammed head-on into them. The gold armor was also a nice touch.

The cherry on top for him was when he encountered you in a trial the first time after his makeover. He expected you to laugh at his ridiculousness, pointing at him as you held your stomach from laughing, maybe you might even feel sympathy for him. But as he rounded a corner only to come face to face with a smaller cow-like person, all of Kazan's thoughts froze. Before him you stood, your eyes looking up at him from behind a hood of brown fur. You were still human underneath everything, the only thing that changed was your outfit. You were draped in the skins of large brown cows, grotesque and bloody. Adorning your head was the skull of said cow, eyes gouged out and ears bent over limp. You smelled disgusting. Kazan felt sorry for you, maybe your outfit was worse than his. At least he didn’t smell. For the remainder of the trial, no one got injured or hooked for Kazan was too fixated on your new outfit. He knelt in front of you and tilted his head, weapons cast aside as his hands pulled at the cow’s fur. You were taken off guard when he first approached, he looked so incredibly different that it was hard to believe it was actually your Kazan. But the other survivors assured you it was, and God have mercy on whoever thought otherwise.

Usually, Kazan enjoyed your snuggles (they were his guilty pleasure), he liked it when you would gently touch his shoulders and face, exploring him freely as he remained motionless. However, with his new form, he was hesitant to allow you to even get close to him. He felt weird, like an animal (well he was but he didn’t want to think about that). You reassured him, telling him that no matter what he looked like he was still the man you loved underneath. You watched as the bullhead stretched its lips, pulling back into a dreadful grimace exposing yellow teeth to the pale moonlight. Kazan was trying to smile. It was a terrifying yet endearing experience. He lowered his head and let you touch his sloping ears, between your fingers they'd feel like warm leather with black, wiry hair. A low rumble vibrates forth from somewhere deep in his chest, Kazan closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. He seemed to really like that.

The thing you realized early on was that both you and Kazan were basically stark naked. He looked good dressed in lavish armor and red fabric, his manly chest exposed with pride. You on the other hand felt more vulnerable. You didn't have the luxury of armor plates to help conceal your skin, nor did you have the body bursting with masculine arrogance to try to pretend you were somewhat okay with your lack of coverage. When Kazan asked you to stand, lowering a clawed, furry offering for you to take, you politely shook your head, a hand sinking down to the thin piece of cloth that barely covered your bottom half. Kazan cocked his head unaware of your problem. Eventually, you sighed and whispered to him that underneath the flimsy loincloth, you had nothing. Kazan's brain had a fit. All he heard was white noise. He knew that he was naked but he was alright with that, the man had little to no shame (why would he when he is built like a God). So why did it surprise him so much to hear that you too shared in his exposure. He spent the next 10 minutes in a rush to try to find you something to cover up with, going as far as to even pester the other survivors for their help. They looked up at him in confusion wondering why this bull of a man was speaking to them in such a panic. It was Adam who helped the two of you out, draping his large white coat over your shoulders before scampering off to anywhere that Kazan was not.

Tell Kazan about what he actually is. Tell him that he is created in the image of the mythical beast, the Minotaur - the Bull of Minos. Kazan would listen attentively, always interested about other cultures and the history of other people. He’d find great pleasure in your retelling of the ancient Greek people; about the princess of Crete who, wooed by the Gods, had sex with a bull, about the bastard child and his Labyrinth beneath the City and finally about the man who killed the creature. He’d laugh hysterically (the sound coming from his large chest being that of a deep booming rather than a playful noise).

When the trial ended, Kazan took you by the hand and lead you to the closest exit gate, looking over his shoulder every so often to make sure you were still following him. While walking beside, you investigated more of his new form. Gazing at him up and down you notice all the new scars he had, saw the many spikes painfully sticking out of his puffy, sore skin, and trailed your eyes downwards until you landed on the jackpot. A curious hand reaches out and grabs the tail that hung just above Kazan's ass. There was an unearthly loud yelp as Kazan jumped forward and pulled his tail from your grip, whipping around to try to see what was the matter in a panic. "Oh my god," Your voice carried across the empty realm with dangerous delight, eyes lighting up as a smile spread across your face, "You have a tail?!" The Oni shook with fear from the devilish look you gave him as you stepped closer, hands opening and closing in a grabby motion. Now he REALLY hated this outfit.