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Fresh Start

Just like my main blog I’ve decided to give this blog a fresh start! However unlike Pyramid Head only a couple of the characters will be reset so it’s not entirely new. So all new interactions will be on @dcvourhcpe and this post will be reblogged over the next few days.

[cursed-legacy]

Danny slowly raises his hand, "I wish for death by Oni Milkers please and thank you." - @dexdbydxylight

Kazan simply stares at Olsen.

Suddenly, he picks the stalker up; grapples their body against his, grabs their head, presses it against his chest, increasing the pressure until there is a wet snap and drops them to the floor.

A swift kick to the corpse is added in as well.

[nightofthewxtch]

Mikaela slowly pokes her head out from around the base of a statue. “Jesus what are you?” she mumbles as she looks at the very large....man?

@dexdbydxylight​ for Nemesis

[vigil4nted]

@dexdbydxylight​ 

Here comes Dredge making grabby hands for the doggo.

     “ BACK UP. SIX feet. At minimum. Hands in the air. ” A long pause. “ All of them. ” Do I have enough handcuffs for this ?

[fantasmalforces]

The Trapper and the Trapped

💜 For @dexdbydxylight ‘s Evan! 💜

The MacMillan estate proved a difficult place to navigate. Dacia had only ever been here a handful of times for hunts, and she found it an undesirable place to be certain. There was too much man-made material that polluted the air and made tracking by scent impossible; too many places to get run around and knocked with pallets if she wasn’t watchful. The structures of man were a faded memory. An estate like this wasn’t her domain to master. The wild was.

Normally, she wouldn’t even think about coming here outside of a trial. The estate held no reason for her to come by and visit. It didn’t house any prey, even domesticated ones like cattle that she could pick off. It didn’t house any garbage for her and her pack to sift through for food. In fact, the traps that lay scattered around the place were a good enough reason to avoid the estate. Yet in a cruel twist of irony, a trap was the exact reason she was here.

Again, she found it difficult to find a scent to follow. So she relied on her sharp night vision and her keen hearing to lead her to her intended audience. It wasn’t too hard to follow the sounds, and as soon as she came across the one she assumed to be The Trapper, she leaned down and slid the wolf she’d be carrying on her shoulders onto the ground between them. Golden eyes flickered between the trap solidly locked around its leg as it whimpered and panted, and the man who had designed it. Just two words:

“This yours?”

[quicksharpandclever]

cont. from [ x ]

[vendettacanons]

@dexdbydxylight SAID: He could feel muscles and tendons ache as he trodded forward, low groaning bubbling within his throat. His body screams for rest, but instinct drives him forward. His sluggish steps eventually stop and he's forced to plop down on the ground where he stopped, unable to keep going.

To say the least the Big Daddy is frustrated and lets anyone within earshot know by a frustrated bellow and a small of his drill on the ground.

In response to the sound comes the pitter patter of little feet. A Little Sister that had just awoken has heard his cry of frustration and, in response, plops herself down in front of him. Delicate little fingers gently press themselves against the metal caging around his porthole with measured delicacy. “What’s wrong, Mr. B?” She speaks softly, worried that perhaps he is injured in some way. She brushes her hands over his arms, acting as though she can truly support all of his weight on her frail little shoulder.

When she realizes he has no intention of getting up, she sighs and opts to sit with him instead. She has no ADAM to offer him. She’s not run across any angels to harvest any from and her syringe is empty. All she can do is offer him comfort. She pulls the stuffed bear she carries from the band in her dress and offers it up to him kindly. She thinks now that maybe this Protector is just tired. She figures he deserves a well-earned rest. “Here, Mr. B. If you’re feeling tired, you can hold onto him. He’ll help you fall asleep and keep you safe. And I’ll stay right here too.”

She smiles sweetly, curling up against his arm and holding onto it as though it is as much a security blanket for him as it is for her. Her soft humming echoes through the quiet, decrepit room around them; a lullaby she was much more familiar with in a previous life. She doesn’t remember how she knows it, only the comfort that it has brought her to hear a million times as she rests. She hopes that now, it will comfort him too.

[themiserablesmilingkiller]

@dexdbydxylight from here

The heir was hardly surprised to hear that his visits were appreciated. He was great; who wouldn’t love having him stop by? The Trapper smiled behind his mask and leaned in as well, as though sharing a secret with the other killer, “Yew got time?” He understood and appreciated work; even Evan MacMillan was not worth forsaking work that needed doing.

[virtucvs]

@dexdbydxylight​ liked for a starter from nea

        SHE HUM, QUITE content with the new face paint she’s added to Philips face. A new design for sure contouring around his cheeks and bringing it down his chin. Really putting focus on the sunken-in eyes. 

        “What ya think, Philly? Pretty nice, right?”

[alchemist-of-blight-a]

The Dredge has seem to have found its way into the Blight's lab, not that it knows what that is. It does not know the things here are valuable or fragile, only that it does not know what they are. So it comes to no surprise that it has something in its mouth thinking it is food.

It looks like the remnants of a plant and the pot it was in... - @dexdbydxylight

After checking upon the specimen he had under heavy sedation and restraints in another part of the Fog. Only so because would be disastrous if when this particular killer escaped after the serum finally took hold, it will cause countless irreplaceable damage to all the research he had accumulated along with Vigo's precious journals and supplies.

One step into the previous hidden laboratory, right away Talbot felt the presence of another being. A creature sewn together form the corpses of countless people from a larger scale experiment beyond the fog. Although recently, it added a new body to itself in the form of the Clown's pet. And here it was, doing God knows what.

A loud gurgly hiss emanated from his ruined mouth and out came the blood soaked cudgel, to slam the bottom of the cane against the floor to get the Dredge's attention.

[Now what do you think you're doing? Away 'n beil yer head.]

Unfortunate that it had been chewing on a dried up plant he had from acquired from forgotten place within the Fog. Annoying, this could prove to be a worthy chance to properly observe this 'Druanee'.

[themiserablesmiilingkiller]

🔪 enemies with sexual tension - Harry Warden @dexdbydxylight

@dexdbydxylight

They don't have to be enemies. Once Harry submits- as he should- things will go much better for him. And he can be rewarded with dick.

[dexdbydxylight]

Stares down at the large furry head that dropped out of the darkness of its body.

When did that get in there?

[cursed-legacy]

There's the soft sound of a camera click from the rafters of one of the buildings in Kazan's realm and then a snicker. Of course he was better than doing a simple mistake like leaving the shutter on his camera, but apparently Danny wanted to take some action photos now. - @dexdbydxylight

"̙̱O͏̨̫̙͎̦̣̮͘L͏͖̗̞͎͓̞̥̠͈͜S͔̜̥̠̦̤̕E͇̗̹̞̠̱͙̕N̝̳̦̫̠͢!̝̰!͙̻͈̟͝!̦̖̣̹̳̹͜ͅ "̮̬̫

He'll destroy that blasted camera along with it's impudent owner.

[ofhiswitness]

💢👔🐺 - from Chris Walker @dexdbydxylight

OH — THE BIG GUY again . WALKER . HE'S BANGING on a nearby locker , , , miles shakes his head in response . maybe half of his BAD TRIALS could be ATTRIBUTED to his CYNICISM towards the KILLERS , but , well . CHRIS wasnt trying to KILL HIM yet , so maybe he's not being totally UNREASONABLE by not running IMMEDIATELY . . . . . even IF the big guy had him by the shirt RIGHT NOW .

" yeah , yeah . it's me AGAIN . long time no SEE . still MAD as EVER , huh ? "

[ @dexdbydxylight ]

[vigil4nted]

@dexdbydxylight​ 

The Crucible Knight stares down at the other for a few long moments, "...And what in the Golden Order's name is a...'stinky hurt box'?" There's a part of him that doesn't want to know, yet he's too curious not to ask.

     “ WHEN YOU HIT them but they don’t get hurt. That’s a stinky hurt box. ” The Cleanrot Knight nods to himself. Yes, it makes sense.

[fantasmalforces]

@dexdbydxylight SAID: The big brute is scouring around in a pile of junk, looking for things that might be of use. He has no Little Sister with him yet, but he knew from experience it was best to be prepared ahead of time. Maybe the Bouncer could find snacks or toys for her here...

A patch of the rubble moves for a moment. Just a quick vibration- a rattle of some cans and bottles. It’s still in a second… then it moves again. Something under all the weight shifts and makes a scratching sound. The pile of junk shifts more violently before something - no, someone - pops out of it all, lively and animated. Her arm shoots up into the air, holding up a box full of… something. It looks to be mostly electrical parts and junk, but among the garbage is a dingy but still wrapped food bar of some sort. “Aha!” She exclaims, momentarily oblivious to the much large being in her presence. “Gotcha ya slippery little bugger! Now I can just…”

She pauses, ears quirking in alarm as it finally registers that she’s not alone. Her head turns to face the much larger being and immediately she’s jumping five feet up with a startled yelp. “CHRIST ON A BIKE!” Her legs are scampering to put a good five feet of distance between her and the other, clutching the box to her chest. Despite the sudden panic that has her chest rising and falling in rapid succession, she doesn’t try to draw a weapon or threaten it. It wouldn’t help anyway, she knows that. And now with a bit more space between them, she sounds more… upset than anything. “Jesus, it’s just one of you big fellas. Nearly gave me a heart attack you did…” she pauses, squinting as she looks around but seemingly doesn’t find what she’s looking for. Her gaze fall back on the giant compared to her at least.

“You alone then? Where’s ya little sister?”