#dbd doctor imagines

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

ty for letting me know!! i will now be a menace with requests teehee

can i have a short and busty afab survivor dating clown and doctor <3

i appreciate this greatly im blowing kisses at u as we speak

Im so sorry for the wait. I hope that you enjoy this and feel free to send me requests anytime dear 💚💚💚

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Clown and Doctor with a short and busty AFAB survivor significant other:

Warnings: Canon typical violence, fluff, slight mentions of nsfw

Doctor| Herman Carter

Herman Carter is an intelligent man from his experience in psychology and the human mind. Even if he uses his intelligence for his own sadistic lust.

Herman has two sides when it comes to his survivor girlfriend/ significant other: during trials and when the both of them are alone.

During trials, the Doctor would either let them take hatch or would sacrifice them last. The other survivors could tell how easy he his on his girlfriend/ significant other but wouldn't dare speak of it.

Once it's just him and his significant other, he shows a more softer side. Between careful touches, to the both of them talking in depth of psychology, and him showing his partner the various machines in Léry Memorial Institute, he tries to show his partner that he cares about them the best he could.

He knows that he's not able to be physically affectionate towards his girlfriend because of the high risk of him accidentally hurting her so Herman tries to bond with her by doing things that helps the both of them get to know each other better.

Not many survivors or killers would dare to talk about his girlfriend's body around him. Survivors know that the sadistic Doctor would make their trials a even worse living hell than already. Most of the killers aren't going to say a peep after witnessing a certain killer (*cough* Danny *cough*) nearly get electro shocked to death after Herman caught him trying to take pictures of his girlfriend's chest.

Herman, in a relationship would like someone who he could talk about the human mind with, seeing them more as an equal rather than his lab rats to gain knowledge about and control over. He wouldn't want anyone too smart to argue with, but someone who can understand what he's trying to convey.

Jeffrey Hawk tends to be a self centered man, all he cares about is the power he has when he hunts his victims. He never thought that anyone would want to be with him because of his sadistic personality.

Both survivors and other killers could agree that it was a shocker to see someone as cute as them being in a relationship with sadistic Clown. Hell, even Jeffrey himself couldn't explain how the both of them ended up in a relationship with each other.

Jeffery noticed how much smaller his girlfriend/ significant other was compared to him, reminding him of the small birds he used to see growing up. Instead of wanting to harm them, he wants to hide them in his carriage and keep them as his greatest prize.

Given the perverse background Mr. Hawk has, he's definitely noticed his girlfriend's well gifted large breasts. And he's obvious about his admiration of his girlfriend's body.

Although he's all for admiring his significant other's body, he will kill any survivor who even looks at his significant other's body, let along say anything about them. He's been into some fights with a few of the killers (*cough* Danny, frank, and Ji woon *cough*) that caused the entity to punish him.

When the both of them aren't in trials, they're usually enjoying the few minutes alone they're able to have with each other. It can range from taking care of Maurice all the way to being on his smaller bed, cuddling together.

Personally, I don't think that he would ever show his face to his significant other because of the fact that it's foreign for him to strip away the clown persona to show his partner the real him.

[mundoperla]

𝘿𝘽𝘿 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙨/𝙤 “𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜” 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩. (help)

DBD killers x Gender Neutral S/O

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

— Getting cut up wasn’t stopping you from having a quick minute to yourself. Little did you know that you had a front row audience to your little show.

[ characters included;; pyramid head, herman carter, caleb quinn, ji-woon hak & danny johnson ]

⚠️⚠️ [tw(s);; wounds, messing with said wounds for trickster, general nsfw, dub-con, trickster being freaky with your wounds, trickster is his own warning tbh, mentions of killer inflicted cuts, full on devils tango with trickster & ghostie😔deathslinger jerks off to you🧍‍♂️] ⚠️⚠️

ppl who know me irl im so sorry if ur seeing this

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𝕻𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖝𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ You were one of the last two survivors in the match, his sights were set on Jonah but another sound caught his attention.

⋆｡°✩ Straying away from the pools of blood and scratch marks, he followed the low grunts coming from behind one of the boulders surrounding the Macmillan Estate.

⋆｡°✩ How you couldn’t hear his heavy breathing before is wild, even after he had caught you in such a.. provocative position…

⋆｡°✩ The back of your shirt was shredded & only hanging on by a thread. The large gash on your back displayed for him and the world to see. You had cuts all over your abdomen and chest. The more you contorted the more pain you felt. That was irrelevant right now.

⋆｡°✩ Your other hand was lost between your legs, but Pyra could see the mess that was dripping onto the floor beneath where you were hunched over. You weren’t good at suppressing your voice.

⋆｡°✩ His pants grew tighter the more he stood there and silently watched you. Maybe he could grumble a bit to get your attention? You would have thought his breathing would’ve gotten your attention by now.

⋆｡°✩ There was obvious appeal to him, he 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙎 the visuals of you being all cut up. Especially since it was his doing. How he wasn’t immediately acting out to fulfill his desires was incredible.

⋆｡°✩ The last generator had been popped, frustration plastered itself on your face. Jonah wasn’t gonna linger and wait for you in the first place so you’d better get going. You can finish this some other time.

⋆｡°✩ You gathered yourself together, pulling your bottoms back up, ready to go up to one of the exits to leave the trial.

⋆｡°✩ He was still standing there. Not a muscle had moved since he found you.

⋆｡°✩ Did he.. did he see.. was he watching you this whole time ?!

⋆｡°✩ You dashed past him trying to avoid the paranoia and embarrassment that was flooding your mind, but he still didn’t budge.

⋆｡°✩ You and Jonah escaped **relatively** fine, there were more med kits at the campfire for the two of you to get bandaged back up. That encounter with the executioner was something you didn’t plan on sharing with anyone else for as long as you remained in the fog.

⋆｡°✩ Pyra returned to the killer’s campfire as silent as usual. Ignoring the more lively killer’s advances to try and interact, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. Would you skitter off and do that again if he sliced you with his blade?

⋆｡°✩ Hopefully the entity would give him another opportunity to test that theory out soon.

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

⋆｡°✩ There’s only four generators left; most (if not all of) your friends are on death hook and/or injured.

⋆｡°✩ Going up against Ghostface was never easy, he was good at what he did, and it was something new with him every time.

⋆｡°✩ He was especially good at tearing you down no matter how big of a fight you put up.

⋆｡°✩ You and Nea were in chase, the two of you were badly injured but healing felt impossible with how quickly he’d locate you and the others.

⋆｡°✩ Nea had shoved you out of the way so you could make some distance, leaving her alone in this chase wasn’t something you wanted to do, but you’d rather get out of here a bit battered and bruised than dead.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body was burning with how badly beaten up you were, you were exhausted from the nonstop running, your shoulders ached from being thrown onto the rusty hooks of coldwind farm, and most importantly? you’re sexually frustrated.

⋆｡°✩ The only completed generator rumbled from the inside of the barn, lights blaring down on the metal fences surrounding it. Limping over towards the piles of unused hay that sat in front of a nearby window for a quick escape if needed.

⋆｡°✩ Shimmying out of your jeans and underwear, you quickly got to work. You wouldn’t take too long, right ?

⋆｡°✩ Nea had just gotten mori’d & Dwight hooked for the last time. It was just you and Quentin who remained in the trial. Danny was saving you for last, you were his obsession after all.

⋆｡°✩ You had lost track of how much time you spent in the haystacks, Quentin had just died yet you stayed quivering in your spot, your hand felt tired but you 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 some kind of relief.

⋆｡°✩ Danny searched for you after he finished your final teammate, but he couldn’t find you. No matter how much he retraced his steps and looked underneath tables and searched every locker, you remained unfound.

⋆｡°✩ Hatch had spawned right outside shack, but you weren’t there to make him watch you leave either. He could of just closed it so the exits gates would open and the timer would start, but something told him not to do that.

⋆｡°✩ Confusion clouded his mind until he had done another quick pass of the barn, low sighs echoing past the thin walls.

⋆｡°✩ 𝙊𝙝? Is this where you’ve been hiding from him this whole time? Crouching close to the ground, he had began to sneakily wander the abandoned building whilst following your low grunts.

⋆｡°✩ Peaking from behind one of the hay bales, he found you. He sat still for a moment, trying to process what it was you were doing.

⋆｡°✩ Oh. OHHHHHH THATS WHAT YOU’RE DOING????

⋆｡°✩ How long has it been since he’s touched himself? He can’t remember either. Time in the entity’s realm felt like an eternity…

⋆｡°✩ There’s an endless amount of time for him to eliminate entire survivor teams, maybe he’d let you get hatch in exchange for some relief too.

⋆｡°✩ His movements were quick and he had no issue vocalizing to you about what he wanted once he had you pinned. Glad to know that you were also on board for such a grand exchange!

⋆｡°✩ The grip he had on your hips was tight, your legs caging him inside, the two of you needed this more than anything.

⋆｡°✩ With every thrust you had the wind knocked out of you, he had no intention of being soft with you in that moment. You had no complaints of course, he began whining into your chest how gorgeous you looked with his marks all over your arms and legs; how he wanted to tough you up even more than he had already.

⋆｡°✩ You guys had gone at it for what felt like hours, you even got the privilege to see the bottom half of his face when he pulled his mask up so he could bite and suck at your neck and chest. Your fellow survivors back at the fire were wondering where you were. Danny only had Ji-Woon and Frank to question where he was back at the killer’s camp, nobody else really paid attention to him.

⋆｡°✩ Your little “session” had came to an end, the walk to the hatch was mostly silent with the exception of Danny cracking a joke to fill the air around you.

⋆｡°✩ With a quick smack on the ass he gave you a quick goodbye and ran off somewhere on the map giggling manically. You resorted to 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 for human contact? Bless your heart..

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ God fucking dammit.

⋆｡°✩ You hated going up against The Deathslinger, he was precise, quick, efficient, and honestly a bit charming.

⋆｡°✩ There was some type of tension between the two of you, the long pauses when he’d catch you with his speargun just to eye you down before letting you run off, the whistles when he’d catch you bent over to rummage chests, it was obvious to anyone in y’all’s radius that he found you attractive.

⋆｡°✩ Every trial you had with him you came out with a scar from a wound he inflicted himself, to be quite honest? you liked having these little reminders of him on your body.

⋆｡°✩ This trial with him went no different than the last, your arms were so badly cut up and you had bruises where the butt of the speargun had wacked you earlier. Your sweat mixing inside your wounds wasn’t helping either. Nobody had brought a medkit nor circle of healing so you had to rely on your teammates, yet none of them were to be found after spreading out when the killer had appeared.

⋆｡°✩ Did Caleb get to them already? There’s no way that could be the case.. But with how he kills others so quickly there is always a possibility.

⋆｡°✩You were getting stressed out, none of your teammates were to be found, you’re too paranoid to even touch a gen because you’re injured, too much is going on all at once and you can’t take it anymore.

⋆｡°��� ❝I need to jerk off.❞

⋆｡°✩ Garden of Joy had a dark room in the main house, it wasn’t far from where you stood so you made your way there.

⋆｡°✩ You could just barely see your hands when you entered the room, but the red light shining in from the hallway made this sequence of actions much more sensual.

⋆｡°✩ Your one good hand migrated down to unbutton your jeans, past your underwear and immediately towards your sex.

⋆｡°✩ Your back was pressed against the lockers and your mind was full of fog. Nothing mattered in your short moments of bliss.

⋆｡°✩ Caleb lingered in the next room over, he’d cleared your entire team long ago and now it was just the two of you left in the map. He searched for the hatch just so he could properly bring you to it instead of slaughtering you like the last person.

⋆｡°✩ Originally there to sit and ponder for a moment before resuming his search, became something else much quicker. He didn’t plan on making his presence known to you, instead he decided to join you from his current spot.

⋆｡°✩ Unbuckling his belt and removing his pants with haste, he took a slow & steady speed with his hand. He makes no noise as to not disturb or startle you. You must want him badly the way you’re touching yourself after his usual antics.

⋆｡°✩ Hearing you whimper out his name is pushing him over the edge, he wants to go in there and take you himself but he just wants to keep what’s going on currently.

⋆｡°✩ His body feels so hot, he’s getting closer to his release and by the way you’re whining so are you. Low grunts escape his lips, his hot seed coating his fist along with a small patch on his pants. He’d have to change real soon once this match ended.

⋆｡°✩ You’d just finished too, pulling your pants up and making your way to the doorway just to be immediately faced with Caleb just as you turned the corner. That same shit eating grin stretched across his face.

⋆｡°✩ ❝Wished we coulda’ done more while yer’ here, but let’s get’cha down to the hatch. ❞

𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ He’s toying with you and has no intention on stopping any time soon.

⋆｡°✩ He wishes he had his phone on him so he could record your wonderful screams for a new song!

⋆｡°✩ You’re wandering aimlessly through Midwich, your pants and shirt are basically shredded. Small cuts litter every part of your body like one big morbid tattoo, every time you move it’s that same stinging sensation that pushes you closer to tears.

⋆｡°✩ He’s so annoying. He doesn’t even bother taking the knives that still stick into the muscles of your thighs when he downs & hooks you. Then complains how quickly he runs out of the luminescent blades even though he’ll waste them by tossing them around the place before actually aiming someone down.

⋆｡°✩ Despite your internal protests to keep moving, you came to a stop in one of the classrooms towards the very back of the building.

⋆｡°✩ You had a medkit on you so you could bandage up your deeper wounds, but what purpose did these knives serve you now? The Trickster definitely wasn’t gonna come back for them in the first place.

⋆｡°✩ You tucked one into your back pocket, maybe decisive strike with an actual blade would be much more efficient.

⋆｡°✩ He’s had these knives long before the fog had taken him, fans would go crazy to have one of these knives in their possession. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 Trickster’s knives, not some cheap replica of them — but the real deal. One that his actual hands had touched.

⋆｡°✩ He was kind of cute now that you thought about it. If you removed his… murderous behaviors then he’d be pretty cool. Maybe.

⋆｡°✩ Fans across the world would kill to be in your place, especially when he would sling you over his broad shoulders, his large hand tight on your back to ensure you don’t wiggle free. Being as close to someone of such high importance is so strange, but you feel so special when he’s man handling you.

⋆｡°✩ He probably only saw you as another survivor and nothing more, but you could live with that. Having him as the main material for your private sessions wasn’t gonna kill either of you.

⋆｡°✩ Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He was so stupid but here you are, folding at the thought of him yanking you away from generators and tossing you around like you’re nothing.

⋆｡°✩ Strutting down the hallway in yet another outfit the entity had gifted him, freshly stained after attacking the rest of your team. He hadn’t seen you in a minute, so of course he had to go out looking for you~!

⋆｡°✩ He’d reached the very end of the hallway, prepared to turn back around he caught a glimpse of your jacket in one of the doorways.

⋆｡°✩ Aww, why were you hiding ? Didn’t you wanna see him ?

⋆｡°✩ Swinging through the doorway fully prepared to wack you with his usual weapon, he got a good eyeful of what you were really doing.

⋆｡°✩ Now you’ve got him interested, you’re ready for him to knock you unconscious so you can briefly forget this moment of embarrassment and be immediately brought back to the campfire, but you aren’t given that gracious of an exit.

⋆｡°✩ He won’t shut the fuck up, palming himself through the leather material of his pants whilst degrading you.

⋆｡°✩ It’s turning you on even more, there’s no way he’s unaware of this effect he has on you.

⋆｡°✩ You’re this desperate for him that you’re getting off to the idea of him tossing you around? Hurting you even? How pathetic of you.

⋆｡°✩ But since he’s so kind, he’ll help you with your little issue. Unfortunately for you, this douchebag is fucking you completely stupid.

⋆｡°✩ He’s gripping onto your arms as hard as possible to ensure your little cuts will sting some more, occasionally shoving his cock into your mouth to watch the cut on your cheek stretch open more and more.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll keep you here for as long as the entity allows it. This feeling of bliss is something he can’t get enough of, he needs to savor this.

⋆｡°✩ The little blade you kept fell out of your pocket mid thrust, of course he wasn’t going to let this go unnoticed. Now what were you gonna do with this? You need a physical reminder of him for when you go back? Jeez you must like him a whole lot.

⋆｡°✩ Once the two of you are finished he’ll sit in a dazed trance for a good while, don’t bother trying to talk to him, you won’t get anywhere.

⋆｡°✩ You use this opportunity to run off and find the rest of your team who’re also in the same rough condition as you. You all make it out together leaving Ji-Woon in the school to do whatever until he goes back.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll consult Danny and Frank about his newfound fascination with you, but won’t share specifics why.

⋆｡°✩ A dedicated fan will always have his full attention no matter what realm they are in.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗

⋆｡°✩ Your brain is beyond deep fried and you can barely form a cohesive thought.

⋆｡°✩ Every word that comes out of your mouth is on the spot or impulsive and you can’t even process anything anymore.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body is tingling and you’re only getting so much friction from crouching and running.

⋆｡°✩ Was this a common side effect from the doctor’s shocks? Everyone else looks horrified once they’re completely insane, but you? you’re grinding against nothing like a bitch in heat.

⋆｡°✩ You were stable enough to know not to ask your fellow survivors for some help, you don’t think the killer would help you either.

⋆｡°✩ Or so you thought.

⋆｡°✩ Herman watches you from afar, laughing to himself; that he’s the one causing you to need to relieve yourself just because of him.

⋆｡°✩ Is he also aroused? Of course, he’s not gonna bother hiding it from others, this reaction came from you; his newest test subject.

⋆｡°✩You’re so sensitive now, you’re suppressing everything the second a teammate places a hand on your back to ask if you’re alright. Herman doesn’t want other subjects interjecting during his observation so he will remove them immediately. You need to be closely examined.

⋆｡°✩ He’s watching you silently, you can travel to the farthest corner of the abandoned ski resort but he will always be watching you.

⋆｡°✩ In the moments where you’re confident that you are truly alone he will still be “examining” you. Just a little shock and you’re back to coming undone on the single mattress of one of the few rooms in the resort.

⋆｡°✩ Back at the killer’s camp he will silently remove himself from the environment to secretly relieve himself from another trial of examination. Seeing you grind hopelessly into the piano seat of the saloon was not something he expected today. However with these experiments he learns more and more every time.

⋆｡°✩He wants to taste you more than anything, to lick the messes you make of yourself off your fingers. He needs you so bad but he refuses to let himself have you just like that.

⋆｡°✩ He can’t just rush this experiment, all his research needs to be thorough. You’re too perfect of a specimen to just let off the hook so soon.

⋆｡°✩ Although he will not make it known how filthy his thoughts are, he will let you know that he is in fact interested.

⋆｡°✩ He wont let you leave the trial alive regardless of how he feels. Some examinations need the subject to be completely unscathed or damaged. You’re always gonna be the perfect candidate for new experiments.

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this is my first time like actually writing lord forgive how messy this is

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[24kvlaks]

SURVIVOR

(Survivor X Male DBD characters.)

Imagine the killer taking interest in the reader. This is a variety of different situations and the reader acts different in each scenario.

THE TRAPPER X NEWB!E READER

Trapper, if you had to be honest he was terrifying. The mask, the height, the damn traps. Worst of all his speed, it was just unnerving going up against him.

Or anyone to say the least, you didn't even know why you were there. You didn't have a crazy sob story, anything supernatural going on. You were an average joe.

Everyone else had these crazy abilities, and you just stood out of the way and did generators from a far distance.

So during your usual routine, doing a generator in the far distance you heard a snap in your left ear. The fuck? were your only thoughts as someone strong threw you over there shoulder.

And you thought you were completely fucked. You were so focused on generator rushing you didn't notice all your teammates had died, he had went past numerous of hooks.

You were hopeless and thought he was toying with you, but he stopped in front of a generator and let you waddle off of his shoulder.

You saw the hatch though you didn't dare go towards it and obeyed his wishes too finish the halfway done generator.

2 more gens to go, you sighed. Not daring to speak aloud in front of the beast.

Hot on your heels you led him to the next generator, and began working on it though you could hear him growl every time you accidentally popped it.

After what seemed like hours you moved towards the last one, thinking he was going to trick you and down you for his sick and twisted pleasure.

You were determined to escape, making sure to not fuck up like you usually did. He saw your sweat, watching how determined you were to limited freedom. Almost pissed you'd have to suffer at the hands of another killer.

Finishing the generator you sprinted yet quickly he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder once again, and letting you down.

He opened the door for you, and the entity whispered, dawned by his disobedience.

_

THE WRAITH X INN0CENT READER

You've been in the trials for a while now. Though you always believed that the killers were still redeemable no matter how unaesthetically pleasing they were.

Especially "The wraith." There was just something about his little eyes that gained sympathy from you.

So here you were running from him, first aid in hand and not dropping pallets on him. Why? Because you refused to hurt him. Especially after you heard about his past, poor dude.

Confused by you he flinched every time you neared a pallet wondering why instead of fighting back you ran away.

Could this person possibly have empathy? To test that theory he cloaked and stalked you half the game, only gaining two kills which had been before he confronted you.

He thought you might've been a little dumb, he knew that his cloak was practically invisible though you could easily see it when he moved.

Eventually he revealed himself and chased you, just to figure you out, and to see if you'd attack if he seemed threatening enough.

Yet you didn't, you ran while you cried. Eventually the last generator got popped and they began opening the exits.

Wraith revealed himself once again and just stood there trying to at least indicate he meant no harm but was curious. Stepping out of the bush they opened the gate in front of wraith.

Gaining a sense of trust. You nodded and mumbled a tiny thank you.

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THE HILLBILLY X INJURED READER

Running back and forth to heal your teammates, unhook them and save them so they could generator rush towards a win. Once again hillbilly on your trail.

You were getting tired, and eventually slacked off almost ending your own life, luckily he only hit your mask.

The scratches that other killers had left on your face, then started to burn from the dust in the air. He watched you fall and heave from the pain. Honestly it was a disgusting sight to see.

Though it reminded him of the pain he felt internally from his deformity. Revving his chainsaw he ran after someone else. Thinking you had enough problems on your own.

Feeling bad almost, and hooking the first survivor he saw with an aid kit so you could heal your face up. Once you did he continued the trial like usually.

Taking it easy on you but not letting you get ahead of yourself.

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THE SHAPE X WEAK READER

You were your groups aid, you didn't fight or unhook because that wasn't your best suit.

Unbeknownst to you, you were being stalked. Every trial you had against the shape he had a close eye on you, yet didn't spare you pain. He'd hook you, and injure you.

Yet he wouldn't finish you off because he saw you as weak and had no interest in killing someone who didn't pose as a threat to him. Nor did he bow to the entity he did get here by himself after all.

He didn't care for looking for the hatch, he just cared for killing those who posed as strong or smart. You didn't, you had a brain it just didn't challenge his intellect.

Though you had your moments, stunning him. Out-thinking him from time to time. Though still, if he really tried he knew he'd kill you in an instant.

He'd camp your campfires and watch you have panic attacks after a trial or before one.

You weren't strong minded but determined to survive. Odd combo but it suited you, he knew not giving up was your strong suit.

Which is mainly why he kept an eye on you, not doing you lots of harm but hurting you when you got in his way.

_

THE CANNIBAL X CLUELESS READER

Very first trial, you had no clue what happened you just woke up there. The other people didn't talk to you they didn't trust each other especially after the unknown had resembled a little like Dwight.

So as soon as you were thrown on some farm you ran towards the nearest person, he was huge with a chainsaw. But hey! He could've just been farming right?

"Hey uh what am I supposed to do?"

Taken back he just started swinging, scared and frightened he listened to the entity's command.

"No! I'm sorry, I just want to go home man I don't know where I am."

Confused he started roaring and mumbling, it was clear that he seemingly had a disorder or speech problem so you started to speak slowly in hopes of an understanding.

Yet you got no where and he was busy having a tiny panic attack, so you walked away and sat on some hay in hopes someone would help you out.

Hearing screaming your first thought was to help so immediately ran towards the sound. Laying on the ground had been someone from the camp bleeding out.

Though as soon as you went to grab them that same man had picked them up and threw them on a hook, a fucking hook.

You dropped to your knees and begged the man to stop, and God he was fucking confused so he stood waiting for the entities command yet nothing was heard so he continued standing.

You unhooked the person and thanked the man, he mumbled something but it wasn't comprehensive so you just went along with it. You ignored the screams as you began to have an idea of what was going on.

You continued to save others whilst avoiding any conflict with him.

the trial went by fast, his confusion with no guide became beckoning, so as the gates opened you called him over, he just stood there whining.

"I don't know your name man but whoever you were talking too, will be back. Though seemingly times running out, thank you for taking it easy uh leather face?” you threw him your cloak because it was a tad chilly and jogged to the exit."

Leaving him confused he thought of it like having two opposing masters too obey when all you did was be kind towards him.

_

FREDDY KRUEGER X ATTRACTIVE READER

You had been there for a while, and yet you've heard all this news about this new killer. You were curious and determined to beat him once you met him.

You weren't going to lose to someone who the survivors say looked like a pizza with the cheese wiped off.

Yet the more you kept thinking about him the more you kept having these odd dreams. A red boiler room and some claws.

You asked others about it yet they stayed silent not wanting to get involved.

One night you went to sleep on Dwight's leg as everyone slept around the campfire.

Opening your eyes you saw the same boiler room from those other nights, yet this time you walked towards a scraping sound.

Too your surprise you saw the dude everyone was talking about. "what the fuck is this?" You cursed at him hands up ready for a fight. “This a new trial?!”

"Feisty aren't ya!" You quickly caught on by the way he was speaking to you so obvious he was flirting with you. Gross.

"What do you want, this isn't a trial. This isn't possible. Just another fuckin' nightmare." You roared at him, hands in fist you charged at him.

Just to somehow end up falling with ya legs tied. "Oopsie." He laughed at you, fucking demon.

"God, wake up dumb ass, wake up." You yelled at yourself. "This is my world, pretty bitch." He said what? And you couldn't even get up to defend yourself. Pathetic position you were in.

"God you don't get it, I own this mind of yours-"

Before he could finish his sentence she grabbed his glove and stabbed herself. Immediately she woke up.

"Crazy, but God I'd fuck that." He spoke before ending the dream.

You woke up with blood on your hands, oh you’d beat his ass next trial.

_

THE LEGION X STRONG CRYBABY READER

He thought of everything as a game, he knew he couldn't die in this realm so he roamed freely.

So once you were added into these trials golly he got excited. He knew that the entity gave you permission other known as a (perk) to fight back.

So he tested it, chasing you and breaking the finale pallet leaving you in a corner. He swung, you dodged and kicked. God did it hurt, he was stunned. Sitting there for ten whole seconds.

Quickly he realized that was going to be a problem and wondered how he could've countered it.

Legion being Legion he quickly began collecting kills. Yet he kept seeing you, he was reckless but he wasn't stupid. Chasing you would've wasted time and all of your teammates.

Yet one fucking problem was you were everywhere, you were popping generators and unhooking.

So he knew he had to get rid of you, though it was looked down on Legion camped a body knowing you'd come to the rescue and yes you did.

You got the unhook but you were knocked, so when he hooked you he took it as a sweet and sour victory.

Though as soon as he threw your shoulder on the blade you let out a petrifying roar.

He turned to you and saw his big strong girl being a cry baby. God, she looked adorable. Covered in blood and as strong as a killer but here she was crying when she got hooked.

He started accidentally camping, he was just in such awe. He stood there for so long he got you into the second hook faze.

Realizing he didn't want you dead, at least yet. he hurriedly ran away. And to his satisfaction someone rescued you.

You healed yourself up as he went to slaughter the rest of your teammates. It was up to you to save them.

He had hooked the third teammate so immediately you unhooked them, hiding behind a huge rock as you crouched towards Dwight's hook and unhooked him as your teammate did with the other.

One generator left. You decided to go head on with the killer. Just to buy time even though you were the only one with a second hook stage.

Yet you couldn't find him. Almost as if he wasn't in the trial. Unbeknownst to you he was avoiding you. Knowing you had second stage.

So as the last generator popped and two teammates died, you and Laurie managed to escape.

—

THE DOCTOR X PSYCHOTIC READER

There you were. The trial had just began and you already had a sick plan in your head.

You were going to sacrifice your teammates and find the hatch. Easy plan.

The trial begins. You had no sight of the killer so you just started on a generator. Absolutely oblivious until you felt shocks going through your body and you let out a petrifying scream.

You ran, quickly. Hoping that he didn’t notice you but oh how he did and he was hot on your trail.

Shit, this is not how you expected it to go. And your teammates were popping generators left and right.

Only 3 generators left, and he’s wasting his time trying to hook you and please the entity.

Though unbeknownst to him, you were just as much of a sick fuck as he was.

So you did what any bad teammate would do, and led him towards your other comrades. They were in shack, and you already had an escape plan.

You dropped shack palate cornering your teammates in a circle. Then hopped out the window as he went to slaughter them. You ran downstairs and opened the box.

To your amusement a first aid had been inside. You began wrapping up your wounds. The blood stopping making moving much ease.

The crazy fuck had hooked two of your teammates and the other one was on the rescue so you didn’t bother saving them.

You heard the doctor upstairs. His sick laughing feeling you with jealousy. How he got the pleasure of being a killer.

And you were stuck running.

The doctor saw what your little plan was, fishing it amusing to watch you jeopardize the life of the others just to win.

You snuck out of the basement and went to do a generator in the near corner. Both of your teammates unhooked and they got stuck in a tunneling chase.

You didn’t care. You just wanted to win. You wanted to make the entity amused and pleased.

Maybe that’s why they chose you.

Your sick and twisted mind.

You intrigued him. He wanted to dissect you, analyze your brain. Fix you, fix you with his electricity. Or kill you trying.

Your teammates got hooked again. 2 on the second phase and one on the first. Of course you weren’t going to save them.

You used the time to pop gens.

One generator left. And a teammate on a second hook phase. You rescued them, not because you cared but because you needed him to be distracted.

You heard him nearby.

You ran towards him to loop him towards your teammate he had a sickening smile on your face. He loved watching you play games with him.

You were his new favorite toy.

He shocked you just to hear you scream. It was music to his ears. Imagining you as his new test subject brought him joy.

Any joy he actually had left.

You led him to your teammate but he didn’t want to play by your rules. So he continued chasing you, he managed to hit you once.

Still hot on your trail as you barely had the strength to run. He downed you, throwing you over his broad shoulders.

He hooked you. God it was painful but nothing you’ve never felt before.

His sickening laugh filled your ears.

As your teammate came and saved the day. They downed themselves in the process, what a waste of a life.

You saw the hatch. But he saw you; and it was just a race for it. Both of you running for your life.

He hit you, you fell above the hatch.

He laughed and watched as you fell through.

Next time he would’ve made you scream for his very mercy.

He wanted to play with you, toy around with any sanity you had left.

You were a sick fuck. A sick fuck ready to be an experiment. He let you escape, he could’ve killed you if he tried. But what fun would that be if he killed you that easily?

And you both were looking for some fun next trial.

[fandom-go-round]

Maybe for trickster, the doctor and ghostface (seperetly) fem reader in a black wedding dress that matches their style) fluff to nsfw plz

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Oral Sex, Canonical Violence, Implied Death, Implied Character and Reader Death, Wedding Dress, Stalking, Chasing, Blood, Implied Blood Kink, Voyeurism, Photos During Sex, Humiliation Kink

The Doctor:

Herman has no idea where you’ve gotten the dress but thanks the Entity. The collar is high and made of lace that clings to your skin the more you run. He wants to peels it off as quickly as possible. The only downside is that the dress must make you faster, he only ever gets glimpses of the train disappearing around corners. It’s as frustrating as it is a turn on.

He doesn’t think a lot about how it’s black. The dress is perfect on you, no matter the color. He thinks it creates a nice contrast between the two of you but doesn’t spare more thoughts than that; he much prefers to imagine you without the dress on.

He takes his time once he catches you. Herman isn’t keen to rush this; you’re the last survivor left and he’s going to take his time. You try your best to squirm away but end up clinging to his shoulders as he eats you out. The laughter against your thighs isn’t a turn on per say but when he moans you can’t help but clamp your thighs around his head.

Herman fucks you slowly, your skirt bunched up in one hand as he leans over you. He wants to see your face as you cum, fucking you slow and hard. He won’t let you cum until you beg him and there’s something satisfied on his face as you cry out. He’s not far behind but that’s alright, he’s not going to be letting you go any time soon.

Ghostface:

Danny is so hard that it’s tough to walk right. The first time he sees you, it’s like the outfit was made for him; the low v-cut and leg slit. He’s a little bummed it’s black and not white since he can’t ruin it as easily but he gets over it quickly. The veil takes the cake though; it’s to your mid back with little beads and he wants to yank your head back with it.

He doesn’t care who else is there; if you don’t want the others to see or hear, you had better last the longest. Ghostface is making it his mission to get to you and everyone else is second fiddle. Not to say that he’ll ignore them all; if anyone tries to distract him then its game over.

Once he has you, get ready. Nothing is going to be slow or gentle; Danny shoves you onto your knees and practically rips the dress off. The more you struggle and cry out the harder he thrusts; he doesn’t have to be inside of you to grind as close as he can get. Finally, he pushes into you and almost cums right there.

Your pleasure is secondary to his. If you get off that’s even better; he’s going to be taking a picture as you cum so he can keep it forever. One round isn’t going to be enough for him. Danny is a talker, telling you how good you feel and how big a slut you must be. It’s better to take what you can from him too, he’s not going to hesitate. Just pray that you don’t have the dress next time; your knees won’t be able to take it.

[rootsofdread]

I haven't seen Blight ingame for so long i almost forgot how absolutely obsessed i am wth???????!???

K K K time for more requests. Blight, Wesker and Doctor with a scientist survivor (platonic or romantic) who tries to know something new about their research every chance they've got?? They pretty much approve any possible method killers may use both in real world and the entity's realm, so they r never creeped out, just starving for some fresh results

🦞 livelaughloveblight

Herman Carter / The Doctor:

Truth be told, Herman may enjoy running certain experiments on you to see the limits of your curiosity and drive for more information. If there ever could be someone more curious than you, it would, without a doubt, be him. You’re likely to find him watching you from afar if he’s not directly throwing you into some dire situation, just to see how the cogs in your brain turn. Yet, during his research, the strangest discovery he’s made is that you seem to approve of his methods. You never even seemed angry when he thought he’d see which teammate you’d choose to save from a hook first. Frustrated, maybe…but he knew you were cooking up something of your own. Trials are more like cat and mouse games between the two of you, both of you constantly running your own experiments on each other, ticking and plotting. He must admit: you’re the most interesting specimen he’s had since long before he was taken.

Talbot Grimes / The Blight:

Long has Talbot known what he did in his time was unethical, even back then when the lives of most were effectively considered disposable. Of course, he doesn’t regret what he did…a true scientist will always recognize that, sometimes, a breakthrough in your research can only be reached by doing some awful things. There aren’t many other scientists in the fog, so he appreciates having another one roaming around, even if it’s one he may not see eye to eye with. You’re the one survivor who he can catch eyes with from far away while he’s in the middle of conducting some twisted sort of experiment and not sense an air of judgement about you. Sometimes, he’s even compelled to allow you to tail him if you need to observe something he’s doing for your own work. Someone else who’s just as passionate about their work as he is…

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Albert, truthfully, isn’t usually one for running silly experiments that don’t have some kind of worthwhile outcome. He built his entire life on science, and he knows when to not waste his time on something that won’t give him results that he can use; so, when he does run some sort of experiment on the puny survivors, it’s much more high-stakes. Life or death, either of you or your teammates. He knows, for this exact reason, he isn’t exactly popular among the survivors in particular. But over time, he’s noticed that you don’t really seem bothered by anything he does. If anything, in fact, you seem to encourage him. He slowly started trying to press your buttons to see where exactly you’d draw the line regarding unethical experimentation. He hasn’t found it yet, but he will…

[5eraphim]

Just read you DBD killers x Altruistic Reader (it was amazing, btw) and am now wondering if you could Deathslinger and or Wraith and Doctor too for it?

Aww, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this installment as well, and thank you so much for the request, I really appreciate it :)

Part 1 (Not required reading, but if you wanted to read more)

Rating: PG

Characters: Doctor, Wraith and Deathslinger

Word Count: 1.5k

Requests are currently open <3

The Doctor

Oh, this is gonna be good.

The Doctor is more knowledgeable than other killers and quickly picks up. You weren't unskilled or stupid given his eerily accurate ability to read and analyze people he'd maintained in the entitie's realm.

Furthermore, Herman was genuinely fascinated with you. His mind constantly tries to find new stimulation to fuel new experiments. And never before had he seen a survivor so dedicated to altruism as you were. Considerable given how long he'd served the entity in this realm.

From this point on, he would ensure you were in a near-constant state of madness. Constantly plaguing you with visions and auditory hallucinations, an agony where you were never sure you could trust your own mind. Herman wanted to observe and see if he could break you with this alone. If just a little spark of madness were enough to snuff out your altruism and lead you to behave as selfishly as the rest of your team. For some time, he was proven, unfortunately, correct.

In this state, you were blinded to the fact you were running past injured survivors you could've easily stopped by to heal. Racing in a blind panic from visions of the Doctor when he wasn't there and wasting your time cowering in fear while the rest of your team was forced to try and win the match without you. All the while, Herman felt a sick sense of pride, knowing he'd broken someone who once was so staunchly altruistic.

It was terrifying for you. Unable to ignore your team members' glares and cold shoulders after losing the match because of your inability to control your madness. The humiliation stung, though deep down, it was getting other people hurt that really got to you.

In the subsequent trial you fought against Herman, you spent what felt like ages mentally preparing yourself to fight the madness and swore you wouldn't let him break you so quickly as he had before. But, ultimately, you realized no madness could compare to the hatred you felt for him.

Eventually, you got your wish and found yourself facing off against the monster in question, hearing his skin-crawling giggle as he no doubt instantly had his eye on you. Though this time, you refused to let him have the upper hand. Staring him down, daring him to make the first move and prove you weren't so easily intimidated. You waited, expecting him to use his power or to start charging forward. You didn't expect to hear him taunting you, slowly drawing nearer with a composer you'd never seen from him before.

"What a privilege it is to possess such loyal prey."

You grit your teeth, forcing yourself to hold your ground and not flee like before. You continued to stare him down from your position. Internally you were waiting to sprint off the moment he charged at you for real. Internally you reasoned with yourself it was wise to keep him here as long as possible to buy your team more time. But his words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder what he meant by this.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were upset it'd been so long since we'd seen each other."

His words sent a chill down your spine. There was an off-putting edge to his words you'd never seen before. Enough to send you sprinting away, swearing to prove yourself to the rest of the team this match. You did your best to ignore the way you could've sworn you could still hear his voice in the back of your mind as you sprinted away.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I've so missed breaking you with my madness. It looks like we need to compensate for the lost time then, doesn't it?"

The Wraith

This truly hurt him to watch.

The only way he'd managed to endure his sadistic role in this realm inflicting pain upon the innocent was to let himself believe everyone here was evil. To convince himself, this was a place of misery for miserable people. The idea he was only doing what he was told, and if the survivors were in his position, they would do the same. It was simply the way things were. 

But when he watched you never failing to stop and heal a teammate in need, the way you were so unafraid to take a hit for another despite the danger it meant for you awoken something within himself that lay dormant for a long time. 

The Wraith wasn't afraid to take his suffering, this inner turmoil, out on you. How dare you remain so gentle and hopeful in a world which broke so many. He projected much of his guilt of becoming complacent in the suffering of others onto you, and every act of altruism he observed from you only spurred him on. Not allowing himself to think about the blatant denial he used to cope. 

When he finally discovered how your team didn't work nearly as hard to save you, he realized how much he resonated with you.

He desperately felt he needed to communicate with you. He could ignore the obsession no longer. But, as much as he wanted to hate you or see you as everything he couldn't be, he knew it was all a lie. 

After a fierce trial between you and him, he decided it was time to make his move. You were in such a panic watching your team fall one by one as you just couldn't seem to work fast enough. You failed to realize how you were being carefully monitored by the killer. Phillip moved as silently as a shadow behind you, not even needing to cloak himself as your fear fueled you, blinding you to the danger at hand.

Typically, when you saw the hatch spawn and knew the game was nearly over, you were always so relieved, but not this time. Instead, all you could focus on was the guilt you felt not being able to save anyone, hardly managing to preserve yourself against the killer you feared the most. 

You could hear Phillip's bell chime close behind, your stomach sinking as you realized you were almost certainly about to die. Sure enough, after you ran close enough to nearly touch the hatch, you felt a hard blow between your shoulder blades. Knocking you down with the sheer force of the attack.  

You waited for the mori that never struck. Instead, you heard a voice whispering in your ear,

"You want an easy way out. I can tell you want to keep your morality intact, but this is no way to do it. So please, don't end up like me."

And with that, the monster seemingly vanished altogether, as you were left alone, trying to force yourself to crawl forward despite how your head spun, unable to forget his words. You may not understand what he meant by this, but for a moment, you couldn't help but feel more compassion than fear for the monster.

The Death Slinger

When Caleb wised up to the way you were acting so recklessly with your own life, he was furious. He was forced to grow up tough in life and knew altruism like this would kill you. Though Caleb didn't want to admit it to himself, he also resented watching you save others, knowing he never had the luxury of someone doing the same for him when he was alive.

His tip-off about your intentions was watching you work on the generators. He may not have the best "people smarts," but he was an engineer in life, and he can tell a lot about someone by listening to them work on mechanics. Your competency quickly disproved his initial read of you as unskilled. In other words, you weren't going down so fast because you were just easy prey. You knew how to save yourself. There was just something else going on here entirely.

Despite all this, he cannot help but feel sympathy for you. Nothing upsets him like treachery, and the way no one else seemed to care whether you lived or died really affected him.

Caleb needed no additional reason to hate the survivors. But when he watched you limping post-trial around the fire with the others. It didn't matter to him how survivors were always restored to perfect health before every trial. That didn't change the fact it should be them in pain, not you!

Despite his obsession, you were hardly aware the cowboy was so obsessed with stalking you. After all, he was just the type to leave personal matters outside of trials, and from your point of view, the killer was just as ruthless and cruel to you as he was to anyone else. Though you couldn't shake the way, you could swear you saw his ghostly phantom-like eyes following you well after the match. 

You were seriously taken off guard when you were pulled right behind him with the awful grip of his bayonet. Caleb leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"If you want to dig your grave to protect these snakes, you call a team. I won't stop you. But don't be surprised when you find a knife in your back that doesn't belong to a killer."

[deadbydangit]

Dancing with them.

Doctor, Spirit, Pinhead

Doctor

Herman, as classy as he tries to carry himself, is a terrible dancer.

So he's always avoided dancing altogether.

He figured it just wasn't worth his time.

He was a scientist; they didn't need to know trivial activities like dancing.

But seeing you standing there while others danced made him feel rather jealous.

To be able to dance with someone as amazing as you?

That would be a dream.

It was only when others were starting to approach you to ask for a dance did he spring into action.

"May I ask for this dance?"

He sounds confident.

He carries himself as confident.

Inside? He's sweating bullets!

He screwed himself over.

While he's mentally scolding himself, he'll subtly watch others to see what they do.

Adjusting his position to match theirs.

All while he can't look in the eye because he'd step on your feet otherwise.

When he gets too worked up or excited, small sparks jump off of him.

So you're going to get some jolts.

But he's so busy watching his feet, he doesn't realize your hair is standing straight up.

It's only at the end of the song does he realize he's been shocking you.

He's very embarrassed about it.

He'll stutter out an apology before awkwardly trying to walk away.

Grab his hand, let him know that you aren't upset.

Because he really wants to dance with you again.

Spirit

Rin would absolutely love to dance.

If it wasn't so dangerous.

She's covered in glass.

She'll tell you before hand so it doesn't seem like she's snubbing you.

But she's too ashamed to tell you outright.

"I'm just... You know... I'm... Sharp..."

Because she really does want to.

But she would never risk your safety.

Getting cut up by glass isn't what you want to do at a party.

Isn't what you want to do ever.

Trust her, she knows.

But you two could still dance.

It just won't be very traditional.

Maybe she'll give you her arms to put on your shoulders and give you a little more space.

Technically you'll still be dancing.

She's a little ashamed.

She can't give you a proper dance.

Kind of ruins the whole purpose of a dance to her.

If she can't be close, what's the point?

But ask her for another.

That should make her feel better.

You'll spend the night dancing and giggling with her.

She's just glad you took a chance on her despite her appearance.

Pinhead

Formal events such as this were always a favorite of his.

It's a nice break from his usual work.

Meaningless pain and pleasure was enjoyable.

But expressing something as pure and true as the love he was seeing?

It was a welcome change to the norm.

And that's what prompted him to approach you.

Elliot isn't very good at asking you to dance.

His voice is pretty monotone, so there is very little emotion in it.

But his presentation and word choice is very elegant.

He'll bow down slightly and offer his hand.

"May I offer this dance?"

To make up for his poor ability to talk to you, you'll find that he's an excellent dancer.

His movements are very smooth and he never once trips.

It doesn't matter if you're experienced or not, he doesn't care.

If you step on his feet, he'll interrupt you before you can apologize.

"You haven't hurt me. Do not worry about such things. I am not offended nor am I upset."

He also wants to see your face. See your gaze.

"Do not be embarrassed. Look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

At the end, he'll bow respectfully, kissing your hand before walking you off the dance floor.

"Thank you. Do not be afraid to approach me again for another dance. It would be an honor.

[candylungs]

Okay I LOVED your Evan x reader thingie it’s dark and I love it ! Can you write something Herman x reader pre entity ? Because he’s the kind of person to have a facade and only show his true self after seducing the object of his obsession and would make great dark fic as well :3c

Notes: Imagine taking on an intern job at some hush, hush facility for the benefits and ending up getting turned into a electro controlled doll by the most unassuming looking guy on the pay roll

Anyway here is this answered after almost a year later. It’s been finished for a while but I went through a phase of hating it lmao.

Contains: Drugging. Surprisingly pretty tame in actions until the end. Wholly fucked intentions though. Typical DBD killer personality.

Robotic Intimacy

Herman Carter “The Doctor” x Reader

Virus-quick and all-consuming, your little town belonged to the CIA in less than a month. You knew that’s who they were, but everyone had the sensibilities to simply call them The Government. Suits hated to be called by their names. If they didn’t look so mundane in business formal, you’d think them strange and faery-like for it.

And besides, The Government meant money. Nothing compared to what they smeared on each other, but cash was enough to excite anyone where the water supply was more fluoride than water.

Missy’s Diner replaced three whole booths. The road downtown only had one pothole. You had a job that left you money at the end of the month to take a trip to the city; without avoiding the tolls.

You liked the women you worked with, could tolerate the men in the halls. When you brought your boss the bill from the Dentist, they paid it. If you were sick, they told you to stay home and that day showed up on your paycheck as a shift worked. Your mother hugged you and said she was proud and her smile didn’t fall when she said it.

Maybe there were unsavory things you saw, too. But all that good The Government brought turned your head; they paid you enough to forget.

@

He liked hearing you talk. And you talked always, to everyone, about any little thing.

Herman’s revolving door of secretaries always liked you, your stories always filled their mouths. You had that easy charm that came from an untangled mind.

You worried about money and not much else. Which was nice—Herman’s head was so overfull that your plain talk felt like a tipped bucket. He floated after being with you, worked better. And increasingly, felt that human want for further connection.

Wouldn’t it be nice to talk to you, for a change. For you to sit and hear him out on all the buzzing innovation zipping about in his brilliant brain.

At first, you were oh-so hesitant. But Herman toyed at being just as shy, tripping through his ideas without divulging the details most everyone in the facility turned their eyes from.

“There’s this nice restaurant in town,” he said slow, delighted at how quickly your eyes un-glazed at the word ‘nice’. “I’ve never been.”

Your smile was eager. “Why not, Dr. Carter? You deserve a break!”

“It seems a waste to go alone....”

You nodded, your gloves, prettily decorated with flowers at the wrist, folded like white blossoms against your drab blue dress. “Then take someone with you, silly.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Herman said, pressing at the back of his head, willing the electric weight of discovery to wait a bit longer. “Would you like to come with me?”

@

You dined on delicate plates decorated in foams and smokes and emulsions so often now that you had become expectant.

Each week, every Friday, you lay in wait for his invitation. Even as the sky grew dark and your eyes darted toward the clock, you stayed until Herman mentioned a nice restaurant.

And every Saturday you applauded the daring innovation presented in food and conversation. Which was sublime. Your actual understanding was never needed. Simply your admiration.

Herman felt emboldened.

Sharing a rich red wine, your baby blue petticoat peeking from underneath your dress as you sat on his secretary’s desk, he kissed you for the first time.

Smiling with girlish demure, you kept your eyes downward and allowed him to cup your cheek and kiss you again. But you held his hand with yours as he skimmed the edge of your petticoat.

“That’s too fast, Herman.”

He breathed your name, “You are my dearest sounding board, my darling cheerleader. I can’t contain myself, I apologize.”

Accepting his words, you threaded your fingers through his.

“I never dated in highschool,” you said. “But I always wished I could’ve been pinned by a smart, sweet boy like you.”

“You’d like a pin,” Herman said, pleased. Academics had swallowed him whole as a child. He had blinked and been a grown man, with zero experience in wooing.

But he knew people. He knew what they wanted. What they needed. And what they thought they could hide.

You nodded, “But we aren’t high schoolers, so a pin would be silly. If it were something more adult…”

The first thought to emerge from the thundering static were practical things.

Overly large goggles, specially tempered, to spare you from the nauseating glow of electricity as you clung to his arm and marveled at the efficacy of his methods. As you laughed with him over screams.

A tailored white coat that kept your womanly figure in mind as you handed him his needed tools. And perhaps squeezed his arm with a compliment or encouragement as you did so.

Most needed of all would be the metal crown he was so, so close to perfecting.

People were cowardly, flighty creatures. They saw the full majesty of what they couldn’t understand and they ran.

You weren’t any exception. Herman could wait years and tie you to him with a ring, a home, and children—you could still leave. You could still fall asleep fully entrapped in a life he’d handed you on a crackling, silver platter, wanting to leave him.

The very thought was maddening. The women that had come before you had never made it to this point so smoothly. They had all been too keen. Too quick to catch on. The blame for that was his own.

Error of want over need. He had wanted an observant, highly educated woman. He understood now he needed you.

“We’ll pick something nice out,” he said finally.

Your smile was brilliant and you kissed him vigorously, not stopping even when his hand trailed high on your thigh, slipping under your petticoat.

“Oh, Herman,” you said into a kiss, “You’re the most wonderful man.”

He knew everything must go as planned when you let him take you then and there, tugging him close and whispering wonderful encouragement as he came inside you.

@

You were overly pleased with yourself.

A thin gold chain with well-crafted charms jingled pleasantly from your wrist.

Several delicate rings brought flair when you wore them over your favorite white, satin gloves.

And best of all, genuine pearls wound around your neck every morning.

Herman was generous. He loved you feverishly. Any little thing you hinted toward liking, he gave.

Your ex had been beside himself last week at church, puckering as you soured his day with high praise for Herman—for his prestige, genius, and wealth.

The jealousy of people made you lustrous. You swallowed their envy like slick oysters, licking your lips after each seething look or tepid congratulations.

He was a perfect gentleman. Whatever he did for the government wasn’t your concern. And he never tried to make it so. Instead, he told you pretty things. He impressed you with innovation fit for meal time.

The logistics of sending men to the moon. The way a body can tattle on liars. All the wonderful ways humans are superior to everything but space and time.

He’d invited you to a special dinner in his lab. Laughing at the look on your face when he’d first suggested it, Herman had promised it would simply be a dinner and not a demonstration—those were strictly confidential.

You had never been to the lab, only his office toward the front of the building, where you and the majority of the other secretaries worked.

Rose petals appeared in the middle of the hall after you’d turned the last corner. They pointed straight ahead, into the mouth of two open doors that swallowed the end of the hall.

He must be proposing.

Your smile was radiant as you took delicate steps down the stairs beyond the doors. The heels were new and higher than you were used to but they were beautiful and Herman had bought them the moment you gasped at seeing them.

He was entranced, doing every little thing you hinted at.

You enjoyed the feeling of him wrapped around your finger.

@

The sight of you descending the stairwell and entering the chamber of all his best invention made Herman tremble with anticipation.

He had finally done it. He had figured it out. He understood now the path you and he would travel down.

Dwelling within him was an insatiable urge to kill everything in a person but the truth. And every single moment in the process was enjoyable.

You couldn’t understand that yet. But he would show you. And most importantly, he would make you stay.

Herman held out a flute of bubbling champagne, “My dear,” he said. “You are so beautiful tonight.”

Demure, you sipped the sweet and bitter alcohol, “thank you, Herman. You look very smart in that doctor’s coat.”

“Let us toast to a beautiful night,” Herman said, drinking deeply and waiting till you did the same to continue. “Tonight marks the rest of our lives, sweetling.”

“You mean…”

Herman smiled cartoonishly wide, “Yes. I mean to marry you. Will you say yes?”

The ring he removed from his coat pocket was boisterous, the large diamonds glittering as he slipped it on her finger.

“Of course I say yes,” you said quickly. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

You allowed him to seat you at a small, wooden table, covered in a long white cloth. He took your empty flute as you admired the ring. You took his hand before he could walk away and kissed his knuckles.

Eyes wet with happiness, you kissed his hand again.

“You’re the best man I could have ever asked for. I love you, Herman.”

He pet your hair and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“I love you,” he said back. “I shall fill you up with everything I can’t stand to know alone. You are my sacred still waters.”

Your smile fell a little, but Herman didn’t need to play with pretenses any longer. You’d obediently drank the champagne. You could no longer leave him.

“You mean…. your work?”

Herman kneeled before you and kissed from your jaw to your clavicle, before nuzzling into the soft mound of your cleavage.

“Yes, my work,” he said. “My life’s work.”

“H…er..man?”

He held as you began to realize the strangeness of your body, as you thrashed, and as fell forward, unconscious.

Herman sighed, shoulders liquid as he slid to the floor with you cradled to him. Finally, he would crown you his queen and never worry where your thoughts stray. He would crack your skull open, know all your secrets, and so too would you know his.

Ever smiling, encouraging, and his.

[danishpastri]

Yandere!Doctor X Empath!Reader

(Request)

Oh, he’s pissed. He knows that you’re aware of his plans, and while he does love a fun game of cat and mouse, he does get quite frustrated when he can’t lay his hands on you.

He always thought himself as extremely charismatic, a great liar, but you see right through him, and that was the start of his obsession.

You, you’re different. You’re not like anyone else he’s ever spoken to before, and that’s why he must have you.

After a while, he finally figured out you’re an empath. That’s why he loves to stalk you from afar, taking notes of your facial expressions and slight movements. He must learn about you, your brain.

The first time he catches you, he ties you up to a hook and waits for your survivor friends to come around. Then, his plan will start to unfold. He starts to mercilessly torture them in front of you, watching you squirm where you sit.

He loves seeing your facial expressions change from agony to pure despair, or how you do that nervous fidget whenever you feel anxious. There’s simply nothing like it.

He eventually asks the entity for a favor. He asks if he can take you into his realm for permanent study.

With his natural charisma, the entity obliges. Stuck with him, he will torture you and happily touch you as much as he wants.

His hands roam all across every square inch of skin, loving your little reactions as his lips plant soft kisses against your skin.

At first, the signs of affection were all tests, to simply note how you’d react: with violence or despair.

But soon enough, he can’t stop touching you. He’s on top of you, marking your neck as he pins you to one of the hospital beds.

You’re all his to toy with, and he loves each and every single one of his experiments: you included.

Infatuated, he can’t stop staring at you. Your doe eyes and that small quiver in your lip when he gets near you.

He has never loved an experiment as much as he’s loved you.

You have successfully become his obsession.

[ideasvoid]

Wow I really liked those shorts for the blind chick! Do you think you could continue on with the doctors one?

Hello! I can certainly try.

Since no specific pronouns were given in the original, I will continue keeping the reader gender neutral here.

The Doctor - Herman Carter

“Yes.”

The answer was simple, matter of fact in a way that seemed like it was the obvious answer.

Herman collected the pages, shuffling them together into a neat pile and slipping them away into a file. He had always been meticulous, organized to a point of near obsession that even a pen being slightly misaligned would sour his mood for the entire day.

“Why?” You asked, tilting your head as the man stood and rounded his desk. Herman made a noise akin to a scoff, folding the file away neatly with the others. “Superstition.” He replied, the same matter of fact tone as before. “It clouds judgment, makes one panic over things that aren’t there.”

He raised a hand, grazing a hand over the selection of documents until he found what he was looking for. Pulling from the shelf, he returned to his seat and continued “How many times have they watched you die?”

It was an uncomfortable question, one that made your stomach twist with anxiety at the memories. “I don’t know” you mumbled quietly. Herman simply nodded, satisfied with the answer “Enough for you to lose count, yet they still believe you are some form of construct.”

The man opened the file, thumbing through the pages within and selecting a few to lay out. Reading was still a skill you were working on, your new found eyesight bringing forth the opportunity to understand things that were previously just blank empty textures. Still, you noticed the descriptions written, matching them to several figures around the campfire.

“It is ridiculous.” He muttered, the normally calm even voice twisted with …annoyance and anger. You watched the way his pale eyes scanned to pages before him, his crazed stare darkening to something wholly different.

“Is that all?” His eyes snapped to you, left eye twitching slightly as a pulse of static moved along his neck. Herman was a man of many, many words. Sometimes it was difficult to get him to stop talking once he found a topic that piqued his interest, yet when it came to the discussion of the two of you, Herman became noticeably quiet.

Feelings. The discussion on his personal feelings was one he greatly avoided speaking of, it made him fidget and uneasy. He wanted to say it plainly, as clear and concise as he always spoke but every time found his throat too dry, and his brain too scattered. Insufferable. Herman sat straight, fixing his gaze on burning a hole into his desk.

“The behaviour will be corrected, you’ll not have to worry about it much longer.” You watched as resumed his notes, writing down various ideas in the strange almost messy way he wrote. You looked back towards the ceiling, closing your eyes and listening to sounds of Lery’s.

[soapyghostie]

Hello!! Can you write any of the dbd killers (and The Doctor) with a reader who comes back severely drugged after a trial with The Clown? How would they react?

Ayyyyy! Another request, that’s been sitting in my inbox since forever, is done! Slowly, but surely getting back into writing. This is my first time writing for Evan and Frank. Hope y'all enjoy.

The Trapper/Evan MacMillan

When Evan sees you stumbling and disoriented, Evan’s eyes widen in immediate concern. He can feel his heart pounding as he rushes to your side, a surge of worry overtaking his typically stoic demeanor. He even feels fear coursing through him as he begs you to tell him what happened as he takes your hands in his shaking ones to try and stabilize you. 

When you finally tell him about your trial with The Clown, a deep-seated rage builds within Evan. His face is contorted with a mixture of worry and rage as he imagines the sadistic torment The Clown put you through. He grabs his weapon and grips it tightly with a burning desire for revenge. You’ll have to calm him down and convince him to stay with you; if not, he’ll storm off to teach The Clown a lesson. However, you do end up convincing him to stay, although he makes a mental note to have a ‘friendly’ conversation with The Clown later. 

Evan’s large hands, usually accustomed to handling large and dangerous tools, shake as he tends to your wounds. He does his best to be gentle as he’s not used to patching up wounds, normally being the cause of them. His usually stern expression softens as his heartaches at the sight of your suffering, revealing a side that only emerges in the face of genuine concern for you. Enjoy it while you can because he rarely shows this side of himself to anyone, even to you. 

Evan then wraps his arms around you in a silent comforting hug. Y’all stay there for many minutes remaining silent and steadfast as you recover. Evan’s eyes blaze with determination, silently promising that The Clown will pay for the anguish inflicted upon you.

The Legion/Frank Morrison

When you come stumbling into Ormond after your trial, Frank freezes in shock as he witnesses your disoriented state, his usually charismatic and cocky demeanor replaced with genuine concern. He rushes to your side and throws your arm over his shoulder to support you the rest of the way to the resort. Once inside, he’ll sit you down on one of the worn out and torn couches making sure you're comfortable before sitting down next to you. 

Frank will aggressively try to get you to talk to him about what happened. I advise you not to take it personally when it comes to Frank’s aggressiveness. This is just his way of showing he cares about you and he doesn’t know how to express himself in any other way so give him some slack. Jeez y’all. (Just kidding) Anyway, when you tell him about your trial with The Clown, a spark of fury ignites in Frank as he contemplates the sadistic acts committed towards you by The Clown. His worried expression twists into a snarl, a clear sign of revenge plotting against The Clown. However, Frank (for once) actually doesn’t give in to his impulses, due to your pleas, and stays to take care of you. He’ll get his gang together and plot a revenge plan on The Clown later while you're resting. No one hurts you and gets away with it. 

Despite his constant tough exterior, you can feel Frank’s hands shake as he patches up your wounds. He’s uncharacteristically tender, his eyes betraying a depth of emotion not often seen by him. Also, he’s at your beck and call. Whatever you need Frank will get it for you. Icepack? Food? A blanket? Frank is on it. 

Frank being the overprotective boyfriend he is will remain constantly by your side while you are recovering. Hey, you never know who could come and harm you? Anyway, Frank will hold you in his embrace as long as you will allow him too, whispering reassurances while also promising safety and vengeance, ensuring that The Clown’s actions toward you will not go unpunished.

The Doctor/Herman Carter

At first Herman doesn’t recognize your state as he is too absorbed into his work, although he does greet you, hearing you stumble into his office. However, when you don’t reciprocate a greeting of your own is when Herman looks up from his work. At that moment, his clinical gaze shifts immediately to genuine concern as he takes in your disoriented state. Worry flashes across Herman’s face as he assesses the situation as he springs out of his chair to your side, guiding you to a bed to lay down on. 

When you tell Herman what happened during your trial with The Clown, his mind starts racing with analytical anger as he contemplates the sadistic experiments that you told him that The Clown inflicted on you. However, in your drugged state and inability to read your partner’s emotions, you can’t tell what kind of emotions Herman is feeling due to him keeping that professional facade he always has. Although, if you look closely enough, you will see the determination burn brightly in his eyes to avenge you. 

Surprising even himself, Herman administers caring for you with precision, his usually clinical movement now laced with genuine empathy. He patches you up no problem with little to no error. Once you are all patched up, he suggests for you to get rest as your body won't be able to heal itself properly without it. 

Herman remains as a steadfast presence, checking in on you once and awhile. If you need or want anything, he’ll get it for you. As he helps you recover, a burning desire to slow and painfully torture The Clown gives way into his mind. Maybe once you are 100% again he’ll teach that fat fuck a lesson or two.

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

DBD The Doctor| Herman Carter masterlist

The Doctor with a survivor! Afab significant other that's small and curvy

[mundoperla]

Can I request that you basically write a part 2 about Herman Carter from the “Killers find a survivor relieving themselves” head cannons? I read it the other day and thought it was so cute 🫶🫶

ty shawty i gotchu🤭

He had been keeping you on this edge for so long already, really ther could only be so much “observing” he could keep doing. He still needed to do more though, to see how far your scrambled mind could go for even just the smallest bit of satisfaction.

The way you couldn’t even bring yourself to beg for your life once he approached you, backed into the farthest corner of the RPD station where your teammates couldn’t find you. Herman let out a slight chuckle as you trembled at his touch. He hasn’t even begun yet and you’re already whining like the needy bitch you are.

Have you no shame? letting him touch along your spine down to your sensitive spots? He should shock you again for such inappropriate behavior, but you’d like that wouldn’t you?

You can feel yourself clenching around his thick and calloused fingers, his breath hot on your neck.

A sharp electric pain courses through your body as he slams his hips into your backside, gripping the soft flesh of your ass for some type of stability. The way you’re squeezing him dry is further proof he needs to keep this sequence of ‘experiments’ going to so how else you can respond.

Keeping count is irrelevant to you, but crucial to him. The messes you’ve made on his cock, his fingers, his tongue, he’s counting.

He’s fucking your throat ruthlessly, sending another shock through your body to feel the way you tighten back up around him. You look absolutely pathetic with his dick shoved all the way down your throat — his hand sat on the crown of your head. His cum flooding your insides and dribbling down your chin.

You’re so wasteful.. he should fry your brain up some more until you finally learn to save every drop.

He keeps me tal notes of how you reacted to him during your sessions, eagerly awaiting the next trial with you to test his newest hypothesis. Electrifying you at higher and lower voltages to see if they alter how you respond to him and your surroundings.

Herman never fails to leave you completely full after each session though.

[fandom-go-round]

May I request fem reader with a high pain tolerence for trickster and doctor? Like she can get hooked, step into a trap, and injured and she doesn’t make a noise. She just like oh maybe the other survivors are mean to her and they stand up for her? Fluff pls

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Murder, Stalking, Pre-Relationships, Implied Future Relationships

The Trickster:

You’re a frustrating survivor for the Trickster to deal with. He loves hunting you, you’re clever and always keep him on his toes. The issue is you don’t like to make music with him; no screams, no whimpers, nothing. He’s made it his personal mission to get you to cry out and while he’s not getting closer per say, he is discovering other noises.

You can’t stop from breathing hard, from panting and grunting around the map as you move pallets and sneak around corners. Ji-Woon’s ears become trained to detect your sounds, honing in on where you might be. That’s how he follows you, watching as one of the other survivors pushes you into a trap. You don’t make a sound, you never do, but the look of betrayal speaks to another kind of pain.

He doesn’t step in because he cares about you. Trickster refuses to even entertain the thought. It’s easier to hunt the others down when you’re trapped, leaving you for last because you’re the hardest to catch, the most satisfying to deal with. If you notice the change in other trails you don’t acknowledge in any way; his sights are always set on your now, for better or worse.

The Doctor:

Herman thinks it’s a bit disappointing you don’t make any noise but doesn’t hold it against you. Some of the others are extra loud and it makes sense that you’re here to balance them out; the Entity wants a fair game after all. He doesn’t signal you out on purpose in the beginning; he has to think of a different strategy to hunt you because you’re harder to find.

You’re not as fast of a runner, however, so it’s easy for him to catch you when one of your team members slams a pallet on your head. You don’t say anything but crumple to the ground in a silent heap. The Doctor just laughs, deep and foreboding before stepping over your body and going after the other person. It takes you a little to get your bearings again and Herman is long gone, off on another hunt.

He gets in the habit of leaving for you last, partly because he hates how the others treat you but also because its more fun. You’re a break from the monotony of trials and he wants to savor every moment with you. It’s easy for Herman to acknowledge his feelings for you, now the only trick is to get you to notice him in that way…

[5eraphim]

Hiya!! Could i request a hc abt a yandere reader killing another survivor after they blinded/ threw a pallet on the readers crush?(killer)

With maybe ghostface the trapper and doctor?

Alright gonna be honest here, yandere readers really aren't my thing, so I apologize how short this is. But, I've been wanting to write more for dead by daylight for ages now, so thank you for the request anon!

Characters: The Trapper The Ghostface, and The Doctor

Rating: T

Content Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence

Song Inspo

The Trapper

Trapper decided to single out Mikaela, who stunned him immediately at the start of the match. Though, due to the nature of his traps, he had to take a detour to prepare his snares before he could adequately start a chase.

He was usually so methodical and collected, even when things got personal, and he signed a survivor out due to personal reasons like this. He was instantly distracted from this when he caught you, pinning Mikaela up against a hook directly across from where he stood as you used a decisive strike to slit her throat. Evan could merely stare in utter shock as he watched the young woman's lifeless body fall to the ground below as you watched her suffering with chilling apathy.

Before he knew what to do next, he watched you dash away. Sparing just a moment to give him a knowing smile, the very last he saw of you before the end of the trial.

Would have an instant "What in the name of God?" reaction.

No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find you, despite a successful match, downing the other survivors with relative ease. It wasn't until after the trial that he realized you must've been stalking him throughout the trial, only risking being seen once to kill one of your own kind before slipping away once again.

Something about one of the survivors, the beings who were meant to be his prey stalking him. With such careful attention to detail, you'd managed to evade every trap he laid, felt bizarrely compelling. Indeed, it was a feeling like nothing he'd experienced in the Entity's realm before now.

He'd never in a million years assume this act of violence came from your love for him, nor could he really guess why you'd done it in any such capacity. Likewise, he couldn't understand you or why you were acting so differently from the others. Needless to say, Evan was more than interested in learning more about you.

The Ghostface

To say a situation like this was unfamiliar territory for someone like Jeb would be an understatement.

He was always so used to staying 3 steps ahead of his prey, keeping his eye on winning the endgame, but the moment he felt that pallet smashing against his face, he knew it was time for payback. So he dipped out of sight right away, focusing all his energy on dissolving into darkness.

He wasn't anticipating Feng's distant screaming from right around the corner to break his concentration. So, Jeb took this as his sign to cut to the chase and swiftly track her down. But he wasn't prepared for what he would see when he did catch up to her.

Rather than finding his victim fleeing in the other direction, he found nothing more than Feng's severed head in the center of the killer shack in a puddle of blood, separated from the rest of her body, which was slumped over and pushed up against a wall. The sight stunned him completely, momentarily freezing him in place. Then, as he drew closer to the corpse of the now decapitated Feng, he saw a message inscribed in the girl's blood written on the walls behind her.

"You've got me head over heels for you, love <3"

For a moment, Jeb hardly knew what to make of what he was looking at. There was a sinking feeling in Jeb's gut he might not have been as alone in the shadows as he predicted, and the idea there was another keeping just out of sight felt admirably thrilling.

Finally, a worthy opponent! Jeb felt you might've been watching him now, or at least he hoped so! It had been too long since he'd felt a real challenge in this realm, and he was all too excited to track you down and prove no one knew stealth and lethality like the Ghostface.

The Doctor

As easily the most sadistic of the three, he would likely be the most "charmed" by such a brutal display.

Herman's mind is a horrific mix of utterly deranged and eerily analytical. Yet, he is the type to instantly take note and feel a kinship with you upon learning about your more violent inclinations. Though he wouldn't assume you were motivated by love, but through more time spent observing you, he would detect something odd about your behavior around him you never displayed when around others.

He knew the instant he set eyes on the beaten and brutalized corpse of Meg, the survivor who tried to pallet stun him at the start of the match. You must've been the one behind this. Herman always knew you were a tougher fighter than the others, but he never would've assumed you had something like this in you! If he was captivated with you before, he is all the more so now.

[deadbydangit]

Hi! Love ur work, hope your having a good day!! ^_^

How about a reader with photographic memory? Or Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory (HSAM?)

With Doctor, Evan, and Hillbilly

I'm sorry this took a bit. I've been very anxious lately. I hope you enjoy this, I had a difficult time with it.

With a Reader who has a photographic memory

Doctor, Trapper, Hillbilly

Doctor

Oh?

A photographic memory you say?

Well, let's test that.

It isn't that he doesn't believe you.

But facts such as this tend to be over exaggerated.

When it's revealed after several tests that you weren't over exaggerating?

His all for it.

He loves to see what your mind is capable of.

He'll show you pictures and ask you about little details.

And it's pretty helpful.

As smart as Herman is, he's a total scatter brain.

Literally, he'll leave brains around and forget where he put them.

"Dearest, have you seen that brain I've been dissecting?"

And you'll know right where it is.

Unfortunately, you've walked into his lab and seen things you really didn't want to see.

Now that's stuck in your head.

Herman feels bad about it.

To make up for it, he'll give you pretty pictures or take you to pretty places.

Trapper

That's nice dear.

He really could care less.

Photographic memory. Neat

Until he realizes how useful it is.

"Damn it! Where the Hell did I leave that trap?"

Over there.

And there it was.

His workshop is a disaster zone!

So he'll ask you to clean it up.

And with you there, he'll have a system to remember where everything is!

It's so helpful you don't even know.

Evan makes sure you know he isn't just using you for your talent.

Sometimes, he'll do something extra special, then do the exact same thing much later.

Nostalgia can be a fun thing, right?

And that's all he really wants for you.

To have fun and be happy.

Hillbilly

A photographic memory?

What's that?

Explain it to Max.

He still doesn't understand.

You'll have to do a demonstration of some type.

But now he thinks you're magical.

His memory is actually awful.

You can show him something one minute, then he'll immediately forget where it is.

Even big things!

So when you're able to find them?

"How did you find that!"

It was pretty much in front of him.

You're magical.

Explain to him you aren't.

He still thinks you're magical.

You have to be.