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[gatitties]

Cooking time

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you using a kitchen with a survivor and a killer, what could go wrong?

─Warnings: slight mention of blood and dead animal bodies

ty to Gay4kitty on ao3 for the idea <333

11 < 12 > 13

Today was a strange day, you woke up dazed and confused, more than usual, it took you at least half an hour to clear the mental haze, half an hour of staring at a fixed point while practically drooling like a living dead body. That was it, it was one of those strange days in which for one reason or another everything made you more sensitive, more aware and above all further away from your mischievous personality.

Only on these days would you crave the strangest and most unusual things, when you were in your world one time you got the impulse to clean the house (you ended up accidentally creating mustard gas), other days you would spend the day lying there staring at the ceiling, or without eating, or not stopping eating, you also found yourself doing weird 5-minute-crafts and endless stupid things or temporary cravings.

Today was one of those cravings, scrolling through your phone you kept getting ads and cooking videos, and it was your craving of the day, making cookies, it would be something simple, right? It's not like you're making a cake, you can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies.

"It seems like someone is quieter than usual, is something wrong? Did the entity cut your tongue?"

As much as you would have liked to answer that yes, your tongue had been cut out and that you would be mute for the rest of your days, you only shrugged your shoulders in response to Bill, the old man looked at you as if you had grown another head, he expelled some smoke from his cigarette and stood up from the log on which he was leaning.

"Seriously, is something wrong? You don't look like yourself."

"Yeah… I only have one goal today, I'm looking for something."

"Oh, is this something very special to you? I can help?"

You looked up from the phone like a puppy, you had found the recipe you were looking for and old Bill offered you help, although it wasn't what he expected, he couldn't refuse when he saw how your face lit up, it wasn't every day he had that vision of you, when most of your time you spent causing chaos from one place to another.

Unfortunately at the camp there was obviously nothing that could help you, no oven, no chocolate chips and some other ingredients you needed, so you had to give up some of your blood points so the damn entity would let you have your whim.

This is how you ended up in The Huntress's cabin, oddly enough it seemed to be the only one with her own kitchen and as organized as possible, just ignore the dried blood stains and gutted animal carcasses and it would be a pretty normal kitchen.

Of course you weren't going to be on her property without supervision, while you concentratedly read all the instructions you ignored a staring fight between Bill and Anna who was sharpening her ax slowly looking at the man, despite the fact that most murderers had become accustomed to having a teenager doing stupid things in their part of the forest is not the same with other survivors.

"So now we mix the butter with the flour…"

The two adults were just supervising what you were doing, Bill wasn't much of a man in the kitchen and The Huntress didn't want to break your longest streak of concentration yet, so you were doing all the work, but you didn't care. You sneezed at the least opportune moment causing part of the dough you were creating to come out of the mixing bowl, half of your face covered in flour, you turned your head slowly like in a horror movie when you heard the old man's throaty laugh and the women.

"It's not so funny, I ruined my outfit!"

"Isn't that pajamas…?"

You looked at Anna as if she had said the biggest insult anyone could have said to you in your entire short life, slapping your clothes and face clean.

"It's my favorite pajamas."

You narrowed your eyes as you saw how they both continued laughing at your misfortunes, the most sensible thing would be to start a food fight, in this case, flour, but you were beginning to come out of your calm state and your stupidest side began to bloom again, so no, you didn't start a flour war.

"Utensil war!"

Spoons, forks, plates, glasses, knives, pots and even the occasional ax on Anna's part flew from one side to the other while the beautiful intention of having some bonding time became chaotic up to this point, luckily nothing could hurt you inside the camps, otherwise you would already have a fork embedded in your hand and Bill a knife in his forehead. In a marksmanship fight Anna would definitely win.

How you managed to finish the dough while all this fighting was happening was beyond your mind, but you did it in record time, apparently having divided attention makes you more agile in something, but that was not the problem. After a battle where you almost destroyed The Huntress's house, after minimally cleaning up all the mess, hearing some complaints from Bill about his back pain and grunts from Anna at seeing the disorder, were you able to relax for a minute, yes, just one, the tranquility had to be broken.

"Were you making normal or lava cookies?"

"What?" You almost broke your neck because of how quickly you raised your head from your cell phone when you heard the old man, when you looked at the oven you could see how some black smoke was coming out of it "Damn! Why haven't you notified me?"

Bill shrugged, saying that he thought you were attentive while Anna declared that she liked them crispy, although crispy is one thing and charred is another. She helped you take them out, luckily not all of them seemed in bad condition, only the ones that were deepest in the oven were burned.

"Hey Bill, do you want to try a cookie as black as your lungs? Maybe it tastes good."

"There's no way I'm getting another cancer… how come you say so much lately, do you double up on the next one? multiply and give it away?"

"Do you mean duplicate it and give it to the next person?"

"Yes, that… I don't like sweet things very much."

You nodded, watching as Anna already seemed to be doing the tasting, you didn't know if the result was good or bad because this woman didn't seem to have any facial expression other than skepticism and disapproval.

"They are… okay?"

You took it as a positive review, ending kitchen time and your daily and impulsive craving, you had learned to do something else today, to dodge knives but above all, something that no one else should know… you had created a deadly weapon.

"I'm so tired, I think I'll sleep well today if Freddy doesn't want to play petanque in my dreams."

You throw yourself onto your bed, being greeted by your chubby hamster who looked at you as if waiting for you to tell him about your day, so you did, Cartman seemed to listen to everything intently while his big empty eyes gathered the information.

"Don't tell anyone, but this," you got up to pick up a box, inside it were the cookies that came out defective "this is a deadly weapon my friend, just look at this."

You grabbed one, throwing it with all your strength, your intention was not to hit the window of your cabin, but it ended up being like that, so strong and hard that the cookie broke the glass and not only that.

"Who the hell is throwing charcoal!? If I could have been hurt it would have split my head open!"

You didn't make out the voice of the person you had accidentally hit, but your gaze was lost in the now broken glass, once you came out of your daze, you closed the box of burnt cookies, lying back on the bed.

"You see… a very dangerous weapon."

[gatitties]

Incorrect quotes

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: just you being you

─ Warnings: none

*(I will be using y/n for this chapter)*

6 < 7 > 8 

You: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Amanda: You don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Ghostface: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n have been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

You: You know, not every problem can be solved with an axe.

Huntress: That's why I carry more than one axe.

Dwight: What are your goals?

You: To pet all the dogs.

Dwight: No, fitness goals.

You: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

Demogorgon: *happy noises on the background*

Feng Min: It’s dark in here.

You: Don't worry, I got this.

You: *Stomp your feet*

You: *Skechers light up*

You: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Ghostface: We're the best thing that happened to you?

Frank: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Nurse: You know those things will kill you, right?

You, pouring another glass of whiskey, lightning a cigarette and taking a raw cookie dough: That’s the point.

Meg: David, I'm sad.

David: *Hold out arms for a hug* I'ts going to be okay.

Steve: Hey y/n, I'm sad.

You: yeah, me too.

You: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Julie: Not if they consent to it.

Joey: Depends who you're stabbing.

Susie: Do it.

Dwight, banging on the door: Y/n! Open up!

You: Well, it all started when I installed Twitter...

Kate: No, he meant-

Claudette: Let them finish.

You, threatening the others with an amongus suit: Listen... life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... and today, it's gonna give you... amogus inflatable suits!

Entity, going over your resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

You: yes.

Entity: Okay... may I know what you create?

You: Problems.

Jake, addressing the survivors: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Nancy: But that's just a trash can.

You: Innovative, I like it.

Quentin: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

You: Thank you.

Quentin: I didn't say that was a good thing.

You: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

You, arriving at the exit of a game: Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Trickster: THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Yui Kimura: We need a distraction.

Tapp: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

You, whispering: My time has come.

*Some characters reacting to y/n saying 'I love you'*

Claudette: Thank you!

David: Oh no, what do you want?

Demogorgon: *Happy gurgles*

Bubba: *A flustered mess*

Freddy: Sounds fake but okay.

Jake: can I get a refund?

You: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Huntress: Have everyone stand.

Wraith: Bring three more chairs.

Amanda: The most important ones can sit down.

Freddy: Kill three.

Tapp: Good morning.

Kate: Good morning.

Cheryl: Good morning.

Ace: Ya'll sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

You: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS *throw a slice of cheese in Ace's face*

You: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill my self again.

You: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Ghostface: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.

You: I'm leaving you, and I'M TAKING SUSIE WITH ME.

Julie, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now.

You: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Hillbilly: The cow???

*Preparing to sleep*

You: Goodnight moon.

You: Goodnight tree.

You: Good night ghost that only I can see.

Ghostface, looking from the window: no one had ever cared so much about me.

You: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress... welp *keep watching tiktok*

[gatitties]

Doggo

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: a demogorgon and a dog, the same in your eyes

─ warnings: none

1 < 2 > 3 

“For God's sake Steve, it's not that complicated to hold a ‘mirror’”

“It is when you're being chased by a killer, even more so when it's the fucking Demogorgon.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the worried mutterings of the boy who was holding up a piece of broken glass so you could get on with your business. What the hell was so important that you had to stand up in the middle of a trial? Well, your eyeliner took precedence over being killed, and since you helped Steve get away from the killer, he was forced to hold the piece of glass for you to finish your makeup.

You had a good defense, your self-esteem could only improve with the eyeliner on, which would mean a better performance in your purposes, basically you guaranteed the escape ten percent more safety and you had faster generators.

“Hurry up, he's on top of us!”

You finished just as a growl was heard, the boy ran ahead of you and you followed him knocking the pallet out of the hut just as the Demogorgon was pouncing to attack, that's why the wooden planks didn't last a second, a chase started though it didn't towards you, apparently the monster had a certain grudge against Steve. You shrugged, jumping towards any nearby generator, with your new state of mind you managed to activate it in a couple of minutes, just enough to return to a chase in which this time you were the prey.

No matter how long you've been here, you'd always get tired of playing cat and mouse very quickly, normally you'd let them hook you, but you promised to help out a little more in the trials so you looked for other options to get rid of the monster without passing him to another one of your mates, the last thing you needed right now is to stress poor Dwight more.

You looked around your stage for something, a rock, a toolbox, a flashlight left on the ground... there was nothing really useful, so at the last moment you grabbed the first thing on the ground, a stick. You waved it to hit it but you miscalculated when you noticed that you only attacked the air, although after that you didn't feel like you were hit, so when you opened your eyes you found the Demogorgon looking ─or so you assumed since he doesn't have eyes─ at the stick, you gasped covering your mouth, holding back small laughs.

You swung the stick back and forth without actually throwing it, this just made the killer sit up, intently following the object you were shaking in the air with his head, needless to say, the result of that game was a complete success, as maybe not for Quentin because he had overslept and got hooked twice in a row in the beginning, but at least Steve, Dwight and you got away with barely a hang up.

There was a bad part of this whole victory, The entity was not very happy with the assassin's performance, knowing that you were behind this beforehand, she decided to give you both a little punishment.

All the survivors were startled when the Demogorgon jumped out of nowhere, knocking you to the ground as he crushed you with his huge body, slobbe dripping from his head or mouth? whatever, the point is that The Entity made him behave more like a canine and aren't the adorable little dogs faithful? Of course, and who was the one who played with a monster from another dimension as if he were a puppy? Yes, you had to play animal shelter caretaker and you wouldn't be upset if it wasn't for how protective he was of his 'owner'.

Did you want to talk to Feng Min about video games? The Demogorgon's claws pulled you away as he growled. Did you want to bet blood points with Ace that Claudette and Jake would end up together? More growling and biting attempts Did you just want to bother Tapp with stupid meme questions about Criminal Minds, Castle, or Hawaii5-0? Don't even think about it, your guard dog had to keep you safe from everyone.

The Entity enjoyed being the winner this time seeing how irritated you were, but the fun was short lived when you decided to take advantage of the situation, it was easier to play pranks on the survivors! Kate has scolded you so many times this week for pretending the Demo attacked you, you gave Dwight and Claudette a mini heart attack for every time you did. It was so much easier to annoy Jake, it was like he had two sphinxes staring at him for a whole day, not to mention Steve's shrill screams, not even Nancy was as uptight as he was, he got a new nickname from you, pussy.

Without a doubt the funniest thing was recording the Demo in a static position while you put dupsted in the background, or when you sometimes mounted on his back and he ran aimlessly, although you discovered that in the fog there were certain hostile creatures, blocked from the camps, but dangerous, you almost died outside of a game, which scared the others a lot, even the Demogorgon because he lived that moment by your side, if it wasn't for him you would surely be dead. No one had ever died outside of a trial, but you doubted the perception of death, you were sure that you would return to the camp as if nothing happened if you ever leave without anyone noticing, something that you are already planning for the future.

Apparently the discovery of something new did not like The Entity very much and decided that the state of the Demo would return to his normal behavior, it ruined some fun for you but you would find another way to spend your time here.

“Maaaan how boring, now I have dependency on a monster that pretended to be a dog.”

You complained, resting your back against a log a little away from the campfire, you closed your eyes trying to relax, but you opened them when you felt something slimy in your hand, you shrank on the spot but quickly recovered when you saw how Demo had left a stick with slobber next to your hand, you eyed it suspiciously silently until he made a gurgling noise to spur you on. You smiled mischievously when you noticed that despite the fact that the killer was initially influenced to behave like a protective canine, now he did it for the pleasure of spending time with you, anyway, the killers' camp was somewhat boring for him, he prefers to play with you.

And speaking of killers... maybe it's time you paid one of your visits.

[gatitties]

Emo phase

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─Summary: just a little over exaggeration on your part with your daily problems

─Warnings: none

9 < 10 > 11

"Does anyone know what's going on?"

A concerned Claudette looked at her mates, casting glances in your direction occasionally, David, Dwight, Meg, and Ace were gathered talking about how you currently looked, Feng min was the one who came over to ask you what was wrong.

You were leaning against a log, your gaze lost between the pines and the mist of the forest, a depressing aura surrounding you, you weren't even using your phone, you weren't bothering Jake or Steve either, no messing Kate, you were just there, too quiet and silent, your hair hiding most of your face in a depressing way, a constant sad grin on your mouth.

After several minutes of chatting with Fen Ming, she returned to the small group with a blank expression as a gloomy atmosphere re-formed around you, she sat to one side sighing as if some nonsense was already expected from your part, although the others were waiting for know what happened to you.

"Well… what did they tell you?"

"Their favorite character from the series they were watching died."

"Oh-"

Everyone calmed down thinking that it would be something really serious that would make you more depressed, but now everything seemed to make more sense, it was clear that you were going to be like this for the slightest thing, but it wasn't your fault either, you always have that bad luck of choosing your favorite character and they just die all the time, you thought you were really cursed or something, you couldn't have favorite because that would just be a harbinger of near death.

Which led you to a theory…

What did you check in one of the games, just now, you were in a trial with Yui, Tapp and Ace, the murderer being Bubba, you appeared alone unfortunately, you tried to avoid meeting the killer for now, looking for the other three, good luck hit you square in the face seeing Ace repairing a generator. You smiled to yourself, looking at the man with intensity as if you had telekinetic powers or something, you only made his tension rise, he yelled when he turned his head and saw you staring at him as if you wanted to gouge out his eyes.

"What the hell!? You scared me to death, are you trying to kill me or something?"

"Yes."

Ace's glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose, letting his eyes look at you over the glasses, stunned by your carefree words, he stammered thinking that he had done something to make you wish him dead and seeing his state you decided to give him an explanation. Hey, you were a walking demon for the most part, but not someone heartless.

"I'm focusing on you to be my favorite character, I'm checking if my theory that my favorites always die, if so it means that I have the power to cast curses on others."

"I don't think those things work like that…"

And just after he readjusted his glasses, the sound of a chainsaw made them slide back down the bridge of his nose, a smirk on your face as he was knocked straight down. Bubba confused looking at you and the wounded Ace who was crawling trying to get away, though it didn't help much as he was hung up moments later.

And you felt fulfilled with yourself, the problem was that… you were completely wrong, Ace didn't end up being sacrificed, you thought that one, it could have been because it wasn't really your favorite or two, you needed to focus more on marking a favorite. But you erased those thoughts, it's easier to wallow in misery than it is to think of solutions or other things that will improve your mood.

So you're back in your depressed state for getting your idiotic theories wrong, emo mode fully on now, but this time it was so noticeable that even Yun-Jin Lee noticed the shitty mood you were in, and she of all people is the one who ignores you the most. Which leads back to Claudette being morally upright and concerned about your sanity, Dwight coming along to provide emotional support ─from afar— because he definitely doesn't know how to deal with unstable teenagers yet.

"Okay, they are only fictional characters, you can imagine that they are still alive."

"It's not the same…"

"Come on, you can't be like this forever, you look like a depressed person."

"No, I'm done, I'm definitely emo, neither feminine nor masculine nor others, my gender? Darkness, what do I have between my legs? Darkness, Pronouns? Ro/ck, Am I a boy or a girl? I'm a threat.

Claudette looked at Dwight in silence while you muttered things they barely understood, they decided that the best thing was a tactical escape, letting you rant to yourself, hopefully your emo phase would pass in a couple of days.

[gatitties]

Fairy

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you also want to follow those tiktok trends

─ Warnings: none

0  < 1 > 2 

You were in the middle of a trial, inside a locker while you scrolled through Tiktok, completely oblivious to the noises, screams, gasps and the occasional thudding of your heart, of course, the crows marked your position a long time ago, but little did you mattered, your two neurons could only concentrate on looking at the screen of your phone.

The game was almost over if not completely over when the locker you were in burst open, Ghostface ran his hand through his hood and sighed as he found you, debating whether to have another hang up or let a third one escape, anger the entity or leave you for a day?

Surprisingly, Danny turned out to be one of the ones who let you get away with it the most when you didn't feel like playing, basically because he would sometimes connect half a neuron with you, being just as stupid as you on some occasions.

He shook his head deciding to get another hang up, grabbing you onto his shoulder without difficulty, you didn't even make an effort to free yourself, it's not like death mattered less to you in this place, it was one of your least worries. You turned off your mobile to see what was in front of you, and you couldn't even resist, he was calling you, oh yes.

“S m a c k that badonkadonk.”

The man's movements stopped when he felt a spanking that echoed, having a few minutes of silence before you burst into chuckles, if before he was hesitating now he was clear, you were going to the hook one hundred percent sure. You didn't even scream when your shoulder was pierced, you could only laugh harder noticing the killer's disapproving look.

“Don't do that again, I swear-”

“Yes, yes, I'm sorry, but how could I resist if you put your goth ass in my face?”

“You did not-”

He had no choice but to question your words as you were stabbed by three tendrils in the stomach, carrying your body back to the survivors' bonfire where most went about their business. You did not intend to bother more for the day considering that of the two trials in which you had been, you had not obtained anything more than to shout 'fried bald' at Freddy and in the last case doing nothing, but you saw a trend that surpassed you.

You immediately started running your eyes over all the survivors in the area, ruling out the girls for the moment, the first to notice your anxious look was Jake, since he was more likely to scan the others from afar, you were at his point of look for a while and he should have stayed out of your range of stupid, he would only put up with you in the mornings, the more sleepy and calm you were. He didn't know what you were planning, but he didn't want to be a part of it.

“Jakeeeey” He shuddered at the nickname you had decided to use for him, knowing that he couldn't get rid of you, he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to keep talking “Can you do me a favor?”

'No' he wanted to answer but he bit his tongue, nodding slowly, causing the corner of your lips to stretch into a smile, you grabbed his hand to pull him excitedly, grunting at the contact he let go quickly but you didn't mattered, you told him to stand in front of the other men there. Just as confused as the lonely raven.

They were arranged in a row as you watched them with a frown, you walked as if you were a military scolding the cadets. The men wondered why the hell they were agreeing to collaborate on one of your idiocies, but remember there's nothing better to do here.

“I've decided, David, you're the chosen one.”

While the others breathed a sigh of relief, the selected one could only wonder what idea you had in mind, hoping it wasn't some of your weird stuff. David found himself closer to you once you adopted a less irritating attitude, both of you could even combine some gremlin and grumpy energy from time to time, he also started to feel worried when you were a punching bag for killers when you didn't feel like participating in the game, even though you saved your teammates, that was his job, maybe the fact that you were also a teenager scared him, bringing out his more protective side on some occasions.

“What are we doing this time? If it has to do with throwing cheese slices in people's faces again, I'm not going to be in it.”

"Oh no, it's something much better..." You left the man in suspense who raised one of his eyebrows, tilting his head for you to continue. "We're going to be fairies!"

You raised your arms giggling, David fluttered his eyelashes, letting a crooked smile take over his features, playing fairies? It was the most normal thing he had done in all the time you had been here which seemed cute to him.

It only took a couple of hours for him to withdraw his thoughts about spending a little normal time with you, it wasn't a bad thing per se, but his arms were sore, his muscles wouldn't stop tensing the more times he picked you up not to mention the damn looping song.

'Touch me I scream!' AHHHH-

Now he understood why you selected him before, he was the tallest and strongest among the others, he was able to lift you while recording your feet making you 'fly' like a fairy, he would have really enjoyed it as a healthy quality time, but at this point he seemed like your slave, luckily you decided to stop happy with the results.

“Thank you David! I promise to be your shield in our next trial.”

“That's not-!”

You didn't let him finish, stunning the male because you gave him a quick hug to run back to your cabin. That was a surprise, despite being an annoying brat, you didn't tolerate much physical contact beyond dragging someone by the hand, it's not that you didn't like it, but you needed to open up a little more to hug people, At the moment David was the first to receive a short hug, leaving him static in his place.

“Wow, what have you done to get a hug from the little brat?”

Meg, who was just passing by, patted the man's shoulder, completely snapping him out of his daze, feeling again how the muscles of his arms were complaining from the excess of energy spent, he looked at Meg and they both walked to sit on one of the logs surrounding the campfire.

"You don't want to know...”

[gatitties]

Brat

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader (platonic)

─ Summary: you are in another reality that is not yours and you will not stop bothering until you get what you want

─ Warnings: none

0 > 1 

*(There is no end as such, the numbering is simply by organization)*

You thought your day couldn't get any worse when instead of waking up in the comfort of your sheets and the cozy feeling of being under them, you woke up on a snowy mountain with no apparent explanation, not only that but you were also freezing your ass off because you decided sleeping in your bathrobe and your shoes were fluffy pink bunny slippers. Obviously not intended for walking in the snow.

It got worse, of course it got worse, you just need to think something to make it happen, that's why you weren't even surprised when you thought that you had been kidnapped to do some kind of strange experiment or something similar to the Maze Runner or The Hunger Games. You had to speak up when around the corner a guy who looked like a gay K-poper was holding a bat with a sharp part and blood all over his outfit.

Assassins. Gorgeous.

It was the worst chase of your life, you didn't even know he had throwing blades, but at least you were going to die once and for all, all those jokes with your friends about wanting to end your life were going to come true, at least not you were afraid of being hooked on one of the many hooks you saw on stage, call it indifference, call it ordinariness, but the society you lived in was more than used to seeing death everywhere. If you had to complain about something it would only be that it is painful, less than expected, but painful.

But you couldn't get your death like you expected, no sir no, you thought it was okay for some unfortunate like you to help you off the hook when it happened, however listening to an old man with pneumonia explain the basics of the world you were in actually made you want to drown yourself in acid, drink clorox, pluck the hairs off your head with tweezers... and you could go on, even preferring punishments from the middle ages rather than what awaited you here.

Eternal death and survival. Can't die? It was like a bad joke for an anxious student like you, like a nightmare from which you can't get up, what was the point if neither life nor death had meaning? Your psychologist would be very disappointed to hear these thoughts, you expected death to be an option, you found that it wasn't when in your next match you were sacrificed.

To hell with everyone, survivors and killers faced tantrums from a teen with clear problems, although you will not hate them either, you needed to take your dissatisfaction out on someone. You caused irritation on both sides, no one was going to get away with your jokes, ironies, pranks or disinterest on crucial occasions.

You got to the point of annoying everyone that even the Entity herself began to get annoyed, of course, you knew very well how to please people, but you also knew very well how to have the opposite effect. You really didn't used to be like this but you were deprived of something that annoyed you even more, which is why you needed to annoy others all the time, your mind needed to be constantly busy or else you'd be bored, what could it do something like that? Of course, what the hell does everyone have today? something that even generates obsession and dependency, exactly, a phone, in your case, any electronic device would work.

Hey, at least the complaints of killers and survivors served to appease you when one night at the campfire some thin claws came out of nowhere under you, holding out your old phone, of course you couldn't receive calls or upload content ─believe me you would be exploiting the network with Tiktok videos─ but being able to see what people in your world were doing was good enough for you to go from being an annoying brat to a more introverted teenager who was into their world.

Although you would still screw up from time to time, of course, having a phone only gave you a chance to calm down and have new silly things to do. For now they will no longer look at you as if you were going to explode at any moment saying the absurdity or making the dumbest joke that you had in mind. Not even Ghostface dared so much.

However, this made most of the people there take some appreciation for you, no matter how minimal it was with some, you were like a slap of new air, everyone was screwed to live in the misery of routine, knowing that if they survive or die they will not be able to get out of there, their eyes little by little lost the shine of illusion or hope, they developed to conform to their lifestyle.

Which you didn't, oh, you belong to gen z, do you think you were going to let The Entity get away with it? Pff-, you expected she to have a chair or something to sit on because you're such a nonconformist. That's why the survivors came out to look at you with different eyes and the killers found their hunts amusing in a certain way when you were their opposite, you always came out with some new nonsense, which sometimes made them laugh, no matter how little it was.

You were definitely a little brat.

Ah, yeah, if you have noticed I put feminine pronouns to The Entity, it has no other explanation than that in Spanish it is La Entidad, in feminine, and it’s easier to write it that way for me :)

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Gae

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: a small visit to the assassins ends in a hasty escape and a deal

─ Warnings: none

2 < 3 > 4

"Oh yeah wait a moment Mr Postman..."

"YeeEeeEh-"

You gasped with laughter as the Deathslinger continued unaware of the melody of the song you had sung, catching him completely off guard, grunting because you had recorded it and going off to his own realm after that. He'd like to pierce your throat and blow your intestines out with his weapon, but no one could be hurt outside of the trials —except for the creatures of the fog— or you'd be three meters underground long ago.

That's why when you poked your head into their fire most of them took off as fast as the wind itself, Freddy wasn't going to put up with your comments about charred things, Amanda wouldn't stay to watch any of your nonsense and the clown just couldn't take brats like you.

The ones who ended up 'accepting' or putting up with you the most were Danny and Susie, they shared a lot of energy in some moments of collective idiocy, Bubba, Max and Michael were able to tolerate you, the first two because they didn't understand shit about what you were doing and the other because he just wanted not to be next to the others, and most of the time you scared them away as if you were a contagious disease.

Anyway you find yourself sitting next to Trickster, since he was one of the neutrals regarding your presence, well, he even made fun of you sometimes, calling you 'bunny' for your first terrible trial with the fluffy pink bunny shoes in Ormond. He also liked to hang out with you at times since you seemed like the only person with internet access, so you met the K-poper showing you all of his macabre discography and complaining about other korean groups, he also liked to do silly Tiktok dances together to you, since most of the survivors were too tired to dance, it had only succeeded with Nea once. Not to mention that the killers weren't going to do something like that.

You were sitting on one of the logs, your gaze lost in the crackling fire as you drowned out the noises around you, as Anna sharpened her axe, as Danny and Frank fooled around with each other, or as Ji-woon Hak played around throwing his blades into the air. Your stream of thoughts was cut off when one of the man's colorful blades pierced your thigh, you just felt something cold pass through the place as the weapons pierced through as if it were a hologram.

"What has you so thoughtful, bunny?"

"Why are you gae?"

His golden gaze pierced you to the soul, he stopped all his actions, breathing heavily while all the few who were there fell silent, Danny slowly took out his camera hoping to capture some good photo of you probably being strangled like Bart Simpson.

"Who says I'm gay?"

"You're gae."

You reacted immediately when he raised his arms to catch you, going around the campfire in a circle trying not to get caught, when he was about to grab the collar of your shirt you just saw your savior, Pyramid Head had just materialized next to you due to a game finished, you hid behind him hugging his waist, he could only stay like a statue because he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

"Protect me, your cake is big enough that Ji-woon can't reach me!"

"His what-?"

Now you left them both completely confused, PH didn't know what you meant by 'his cake' and Trickster stared as you highlighted the figure of the Executor as if you were exposing one of the wonders of the world, well it was normal, you would like to know what a routine he had in Silent Hill to get that damn ass. Taking advantage of everyone's attention in the figure of the imposing assassin recently arrived, you escaped from the camp to return to yours.

Arriving to find you being crushed in the arms of a concerned Claudette, needless to say they'all had to scold you for escaping alongside the assassins, they didn't care much before, but knowing that those creatures of the fog could attack you on your way made that they refused to let you make your usual escapades.

For this very reason you found yourself idly in your cabin, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance because you seemed to have babysitters everywhere, Meg always had an eye on you, and if you managed to get rid of her Leon always caught you in the act of fleeing. You ended up throwing a tantrum because this was starting to get worse than having strict parents, except that there were more than two people meddling in your life decisions.

Your anger only led to a run of bad games and you ignoring the survivors completely, drama queen? maybe, but you were at the age of getting angry about everything and everyone. This led to Dwight, considered the leader, now being in your cabin.

"You understand that we are only worrying about you, right?"

You clucked your tongue in displeasure, glancing over your shoulder as the man fingered his tie, adjusting it nervously. He'd had plenty of miserable jobs, but he'd never know how to deal with a teenager.

"I don't need anyone to worry about me, you are worse than my parents!"

"L-listen we can reach a deal, you don't have to keep behaving like this."

"Deal?"

"Yeah umh... we thought maybe you can get away from the camp as long as someone comes with you."

"Who would want to go to the killers camp to bother?"

"I'm sure Nea, David, Yui or Ace wouldn't mind..."

You narrowed your eyes for a few seconds before nodding, hiding a mischievous smile as you watched as he let out a sigh of relief, you were going to keep your part of the deal, but that didn't mean you were going to keep it forever. For now you would take advantage of the opportunity to have companions on your travels.

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Amogus

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: playing among us was never a good idea, less with assassins...

─ Warnings: none

4 < 5 > 6

So, you sacrificed most of the blood points you had for your teammates to get any kind of electronic device because you wanted to play Among Us, their devices didn't even have a function other than the game so they couldn't do much more.

My God you got so annoying that everyone ended up playing, but after a few games everyone seems to be entertained, well, it was something new to do apart from looking at the fire or sleeping. Jeff always complained because he never got to be an impostor, while Nea just laughed because most of the time she was an impostor. You stayed somewhat neutral, being equal parts crewmate and impostor, although without a doubt the best impostor team was you and Laurie, you always accused Ace or Steve of being them, and the others seemed to prefer to vote for them.

Feng Min and Tapp took it too seriously, as if they were paid investigators to uncover the culprits behind the deaths. Quentin hardly knew what was going on, you could only hear him complain whenever he was killed and not wanting to look at the person who had killed him.

Broadly speaking, you could say that you had made the stay at the campfire a little more enjoyable, despite there being some cries here and there about being killed or killing an innocent, even because Jake ratted out his impostor partner even though he ended up winning. Things were pretty calm, but what if they were the killers?

You needed to see their gameplay methods so badly that you begged that they could play too, of course the entity just took the phones from the survivors, passing them to the killers, it was twice as much fun for you.

Shouting and insults from Ghostface and The Legion, Myers didn't even give a shit about stabbing someone with witnesses or chasing you all over the map, but the voting was always so chaotic that they just skipped or killed a random person because, killing? it was ok wasn't it? For them it was like playing with the main character.

Many complaints from Bubba because he did not understand how to play well, support from The Wraith that helped him with some of his missions. Happy noises from Max whenever he had to be an impostor. Maybe Pinhead was the only one who seriously played along with Amanda. If they could kill, Anna would have already hacked The Clown for killing her every time he had to be an impostor, just like Frank would have stabbed Danny because he was always kicked off the ship because of him.

While you just sat in silence, holding in laughter as you watched chaos spread around you, you felt like the villain of a movie watching all the protagonists die one by one while you caress your cat with a resting bitch face.

Unfortunately, the amogus stage didn't last long, The Entity got tired of the nonsense pretty quickly and decided to get rid of all the electronic devices she had lent, this didn't take away the fun at all, just wait a few more days and she would find you asking for any other antics, she only hoped that you would not ask her for those inflatable suits in the shape of the characters of the game.

[gatitties]

Death

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you show that death is not an option to leave this world

─ Warnings: none

3 < 4 > 5

You gasped again in the middle of a chase, you started to question your fitness the less you lasted running or looping because what the fuck is up with Michael? He doesn't even run and he's catching up to you in just two seconds obviously you're not as tall as him, but this seemed like a bad joke.

You started to slow down approaching an 'L' shaped structure you looked over your shoulder to see the red light right behind you, then sprung into action. You put your hand in the form of a fist taking it to your heart, pretending that it was getting harder and harder for you to breathe, leaving Michael out of place, he just stayed with the knife suspended in the air staring at you.

Were you dying? Did you have asthma? He was so confused because something like this never happened, should he leave you for a while to recover and go after you again? Or stab you directly? Since he was not very clear about it, he chose to stalk you and charge his power to level two. He would still get blood points for keeping up the 'chase' as well.

"Call an ambulance, call an ambulance...!" You gasped, pounding your chest like you couldn't breathe properly, Michael looked at you like you were stupid, an ambulance? really? Here?  "but not for me!"

You intended to use a flashlight to blind him by surprise, but the surprise was yours when the supposed flashlight that you had in your hand was not there, however instead of that, you threw a box of heavy tools right at the killer's face. It made a dull noise against his forehead, but it didn't even hurt him, he just stared at you silently with disapproval and annoyance.

You're done, you're so done. You sentenced everyone to die because you made him reach level three obsession, but hey, for you it would still be a gg wp. At least you had won Ace's bet, he bet some blood points that you wouldn't be able to stun Michael, because let's face it, normally you just did a little bit of loop then full w, you barely dropped pallets or you did it wrong, you started to think that it would be easier to throw tool boxes to stun.

You returned the blood points earned to him in exchange for him accompanying you to the forest, why did you want to go to the forest if there is only fog and pine trees, maybe a lake? Simply because you wanted to, did you need any excuse? You only used Ace so they wouldn't tell you that you couldn't go alone, and he couldn't say no anymore even if he didn't want to go.

"The first bet I lose here is with a kid."

"I'm not a kid!"

Ace looked at you from behind his glasses, having his typical stupid crooked smile.

"In my eyes and compared to my age you are."

You clucked and rolled your eyes, walked a few steps ahead of him, occasionally fiddling with the first aid kit Claudette had forced you to carry, as well as the ax them occasionally used to chop down wood, this one your companion had, at Just like you, he just fiddled with it trying to distract himself from the silence.

The silence and tension seemed to be getting to the man as he seemed to want to break it somehow, well he wasn't that charismatic when he didn't know if the creatures in the forest could kill him once and for all. Which you couldn't have cared less about, you weren't going to die, well, you couldn't die, you were clear about it, those monsters wouldn't be the ones that would end your life.

"Ahg this is boring, hey kid, why don't you tell me something about your past life? You never said anything about yourself when you got here, you just threw a tantrum until you had the damn cell phone."

"I also know almost nothing about you or your previous life."

"What do you want to know about my former self?"

"Really nothing, don't get me wrong, I don't think it makes sense or is important to know how you were before in the situation we are in, the important thing is how you are here and now."

"That may be the smartest thing you've said in all the time you've been here" You looked at him with a frown feeling completely attacked  "I share the thought but I don't give a shit, I need to talk about something or I'll die of boredom, kiddo."

"I have nothing to tell you, I don't even have such a good memory, nor life experience, I'm fifteen, my old life only consisted of studying and sleeping, there's nothing more I can tell you."

"Hobbies?"

"Nothing in particular that might surprise you..."

"Pets?"

"They never let me have one..."

"Hell, have you done anything important in your life?"

"No, I already told you."

You fell back into silence for a few minutes, just as Ace seemed to want his round of questions you heard a low growl followed by the rustling of leaves in front of you, you didn't even have time to react as the man was already grabbing your arm to pull you behind him as he told you to cover your mouth. You slowly hid behind a fairly large rock, watching as a hound with sharp fangs and abnormally thin limbs sniffed around.

You almost got rid of it when it was about to leave but you had to take a step back and make a branch break in half, you shared a look with Ace and heard a much more ferocious growl, without looking at the creature you went to run. While you were laughing because of the adrenaline of the moment Ace was panicking because of the monster's proximity, he wasn't going to be able to dodge it, he wasn't going to be able to protect you, were you going to die from this thing?

No of course not, you got tired of running too fast so you slowed down until you were standing in front of the hellhound with a smile, Ace freaked out even more when he didn't see you next to him, turning his head and almost peeing on his pants when seeing how the beast pounced on your body.

"Don't waste my life and run away, did you hear me old man?!"

"Oh shit- come back here, you don't have to do that you don't know if you're going to-!"

Ace looked away, his breathing became erratic as he watched as you were stabbed and dismembered, he stifled all of his guilt and went for a run not wanting to miss this chance you had given him.

You could only say that it was less painful than you expected, you laughed inside yourself, you had only wanted to dramatize the scene as if you were in a movie, but you knew you were going to come back. And you checked it when your body began to turn into thick black fog, you arrived at the camp in one piece to see how almost everyone paranoid their surroundings.

Until you exchanged glances with a distraught Ace, who had arrived a while ago leaving everyone worried for your life. He stopped what he was doing to strangle you in a hug, you laughed silently.

"I already said that I wasn't going to die, you'all are dramas."

"I don't care, don't do that again for God's sake!"

"Someone had to prove it, at least you know that you can't die from the creatures of the fog either."

"I prefer that you throw me slices of cheese every day to wake me up before you use yourself as a guinea pig for these things."

"Slices of cheese as an alarm clock huh...?"

"It was just an exaggeration-!"

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Nightmares

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: you share your worst fears with Quentin in a nightmare night

─ Warnings: none

5 < 6 > 7

You got up suddenly, throwing off the poor sheets that covered you from the cold of the forest, drops of sweat ran down your forehead, you relaxed your erratic breathing with the passing of the minutes while you looked at nothing trying to relax your tense muscles due to a nightmare. Your worst nightmare. You got rid of the thoughts, not wanting to go back to sleep in case that thing came back to haunt your dreams. No, unfortunately it wasn't Freddy, but you'd rather find a singed baldhead than anything else.

You found yourself sitting by the campfire alone with a few stragglers who had messed up schedules or didn't know when it was day or night, not like there was much of a difference in this place either. Quentin was the one who barely left the campfire, despite having his own cabin to sleep in, the light, the fire and the people ─although they didn't speak─ they transmitted to him the tranquility that sleep could not give him due to the fear of being trapped in another nightmare with Krueger.

He seemed to notice how you bounced your leg against the ground repeatedly with anxiety, almost as if he perceived the bad habits that having a nightmare entailed, it was not so rare to see you there at 'night' because your schedules were anything but regular. Glancing over at the others, he didn't see much movement from Bill, who just smoked in silence perhaps remembering old battles. Zarina seemed in her own world and didn't get much chance to talk to her, and Yun-Jin Lee hadn't made a lot of friends at the moment, so Quentin just decided to approach you because he was bored to death and didn't want to end up falling asleep.

"Bad dream?"

"Do I have such a bad face?"

He shrugged his shoulders, clarifying that he knew how to detect people who simply didn't sleep well, whether due to nightmares or postures, it didn't matter, he was like a detector of bad habits when it came to having a good dream.

You got into some small talk about nonsense, Quentin was one of the younger ones and he sort of understood your impulsive and reckless behavior, the only thing he didn't understand was all those weird memes, despite being from a different time not so far from your time he couldn't understanding how a picture of a muscular dog was funny. He was very appreciative that from time to time you lent him your phone to let him listen to some music, of course it was more entertaining than listening to repeated conversations in the camp or the sound of crows.

At a certain point in the night you started to talk about nightmares, you were a morbid and curious shit, although you unearthed some traumas of the poor boy you were fascinated to hear Freddy's murderous ways.

"And on top of that he made it look like a suicide! At least I know in this realm he can't kill me, umh... not permanently or in dreams, I wish I could rest better, anyway, it's not fair that I'm digging up shitty memories, why don't you tell me about your nightmare? Sometimes it helps to talk about those things, you know?"

"Of course I know, Quentin, paying a monthly psychologist isn't exactly cheap, but it's just... it's so terrifying! It's like that thing haunts me even when I'm awake."

You looked down, intertwining your fingers, your eyes closing for a moment as you felt a hand on your shoulder letting you know that he would be there to support you with any of your dream problems.

"Come on, I've told you a lot of murders of my friends, what could be worse than that?"

"Many things..."

"For example?"

"Being canceled on Twitter."

"Wha- Okay, let's focus on your nightmare, what exactly was going on?"

"Well... let me remember..."

 You closed your eyes again, rubbing your temples as if that might bring you back to unconsciousness. You immediately remembered some scenes, a knife stuck in the door of your cabin, a green shape stalking you with big eyes on you, silently judging you as if you had forgotten something.

"My God! I remember now! Th-that thing... it haunted me in my dreams because I skipped my Spanish lesson."

"It's... Is someone chasing you in your dreams for not having attended your Spanish class? Really?"

"It's not that simple-"

Your sentence was cut off due to a 'ping' coming from your phone, you paled at the Green Owl's notification, 'Hi! It's Duo' read no more getting rid of the notification knowing you had skipped a day of your lessons. Quentin squinted at the screen over your shoulder, shook his head in disbelief, grabbing your phone to see what the hell that app was.

"Hey don't use the app, it's the devil! Once you use it you will be cursed."

"It's just a dumb app to learn languages, I don't think it's as bad as facing a murderer who killed all your friends."

"Poor naive... don't say I didn't warn you."

You whispered when you saw how a new lesson of words related to the family began, it was the downfall for Quentin, now he would have two monsters knocking on the door of his dreams, one worse than the other.

Quentin seemed quite entertaining the first few days, but after a few weeks it was quite repetitive, so he stopped asking for your cell phone to focus on other things than his Spanish lessons. Oh poor boy, you met him again another night where you just couldn't sleep and went to the campfire, having hardly anyone decided to sit like a straggler, imitating Jake. Until the boy jumped in front of you with his face full of sweat and pale.

"That damn bird won't stop chasing me while yelling at me 'Spanish or Vanish!' It's worse than I imagined, you have to help me, I was starting to get over Freddy and now this-!"

You put your hands on his shoulders to calm him, you sat him down and stroked his head as it rested on your shoulder, he clung to your arm as if the owl was going to come out from behind any tree to stab him for getting a word wrong.

"It will take a while, but it will go away eventually, for now, bienvenido al grupo, amigo. ¹

"Should I be scared to have understood that?"

"Yeah."

 ¹ Welcome to the group, friend.