Where and how to begin? He adored you, the moment he first saw you. After escaping from the asylum, he made sure to keep his head low and not stay in one place for too long. But that changed when he saw you, and your dull eyes.
You looked so bored of everything, so uninterested. And yet, Eddie knew instantly there was something more to you. He couldn't stop himself from following you, trying to figure out what it is about you that made him find you interesting.
But perhaps he was too interested. His tongue felt heavy, mouth dry. Brain stuffed with cotton and cobwebs. No, no, no, no! His eyes snap open wide, sitting up on the hospital bed expecting to find himself trapped back in that damned facility.
But there weren't any tubes down his throat, he didn't see 'the walrider', no strange voices or visions...hallucinations. The room he was in was dark, cold. Goosebumps form over his arms and legs. Squinting in the darkness, he could feel someone watching him.
It's when his eyes finally adjust to the darkness when he notices you. Standing in the corner of the room, the outline of your features, your eyes... Oh how the way you looked at him, examining him.
"You're awake..."
Walking out from the dark corner, you push a tray with scaples, filled syringes, and other medical tools. Eddie's eyes following your every move, his mouth slightly agape in awe as he took you in. Not paying attention as you listed off his vitals, and other things. He will praise the ground you walk on, never let your feet touch the filthy ground again if you so command him to.
Just keep your eyes on him, no one else. You are the one he's been looking for, his love. His wife, the mother to his children, his darling. Oh so precious darling that could do no wrong. Just don't be a whore, please don't be like those other whores, and he will be yours.
"Darling."
He breathes, his body trembling on the hospital bed, not from the cold but from excitement. And when you stop talking to glare at him, by the damnation of the Walrider, he could finish right then and there.
"Patient seems overwhelmed by something. Heart rate is tachycardia, BP is climbing...Giving beta blockers to slow his heart to normal rhythm, now."
You state with a sigh, wanting to get started sooner than later. But these things happen, at least this lab rat wasn't fighting back for now. Grabbing one of the filled syringes, you firmly grasp Eddie's arm. His eyes widening, body growing rigid as he remembers how he was forcibly pinned down, given injections and tests he didn't consent to. How he begged to be helped, to be saved from that hell.
He pulls away, feeling violently sick to his stomach and cold. Sweat beading across his forehead. You stare at him, placing the syringe down before taking hold of his hand as his breathing becomes ragged. The other rubbing soothing circles into his skin.
"Breathe, it's okay. You're safe here."
As safe as one could be with a Doctor slash Scientist who tests on humans rather than rats or animals. Eddie squeezes your hand, and with a blank expression, you squeezed his back. This was common with your test subjects, at first you never cared if they were terrified or furious, spatting curses.
But you came to realize, you get more flies with honey than with vinegar. Comfort them, and they will trust you more. Seems like you'd have to gain Eddie's trust before you can move forward.
"Rest..."
You say, pulling your gloved hand free as Eddie nodded, yet his blue eyes follow you as you leave, stopping to turn on a small lantern giving the room a soft yellow glow. Eddie lays back down on the hospital bed, pulling the thin sheet up to his chest.
He feels as if he's embarrassed himself in front of you, he wasn't being a man at all. Nightmares and trauma plagues him. And yet, you comforted him. He turns on his side, placing the hand that you held to his lips, feeling your lingering warmth. It calms him, eases him. He drifts off into a dreamless sleep...
I have about 17 drafts left to do, and a couple of starters I need to get up. But I've been watching play throughs of Outlast 1, Whistle-blower and Out Last Trials, and I really want to throw my muses into an Outlast verse. Would anyone be interested in that?
I am a casual Gothabilly Metalhead who enjoys horror films, creepypasta, crime stories, and video games. I am not sure if you ever care, but I am also Autistic with a learning disability and Bisexual. My favorite films are Evil Dead, the first Halloween, Corpse Bride, Beatle Juice, Coraline, and Nightmare before Christmas. My favorite genres of music are Gothabilly, Rockabilly, and Metal. My favorite bands so far are Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Motörhead, Koffin Kats, etc. My favorite video games that I play are Dead Island, Legend of Zelda, Animal Crossing, Minecraft, Roblox, and my friend Pedro. The games I like in general, even though I just saw some gameplays, are Outlast/Whistle Blower, Batman, Cry of Fear, FNAF, and Manhunt 2. Again, I have a bit of a learning disability that has me a bit of a dumb-ass but sometimes know things. Hope we all be friends n' shit and be spooky. I also Knit, Sew and Crochet, I planned on going to college for Business Major for I can set up my Etsy and sell the stuff I make, so I won't be here completely. (Forgot, my Fandom for now is Cry of Fear, Marble Hornets, Nightmare before Christmas, Marvel, DC and FNAF. I may change some fandoms here and there, but you get the point.)
stare at a bunch of dead scientists. get manhandled. eat batterys. develop schizophrenia. become god.
plot of outlast whistle blower
be cursed out by a bunch of scientists. get manhandled. miss your wife and kids. become homophobic.
plot of outlast II
stare at a bunch of dead babies. develop WORSE schizophrenia. be womanhandled. miss your wife and “kid.” have the lamest burial scene. become lame jesus.
When you literally don't know jack about Outlast outside of a walk-through of Outlast and Whistle-blower, but you still wanna make Phyllis Futterman a muse.
Hello! I'm an Eddie Gluskin fictive from Outlast: Whistle-blower. I saw that there was a Waylon Park that had been asking for an Eddie but i also wanted to send a post out as well that i would be more than happy to talk to any Waylons who may be intrested in talking with an Eddie!
The body is 24, so please only interact if you are bodily an adult as well. I would also appreciate it if only fellow fictives interacted/nm. Interact with this post and I'll get back to you!
Hello there! I am currently looking for an rp partner to do some whump rp with! I'll get more into it if we start talking I do prefer discord so if you dm me I'll give that to you!
Fandoms:
The spectacular spider-man
Sam raimi spiderman movies
Tf2
Oc stories
Dsaf
Outlast (this includes whistle-blower but not the 2nd game)
Spring. You stare up at the cherry blossom trees blooming with a dull, uninterested glare. It'll be troublesome to clean up the blossoms everytime they fell. How annoying... You sigh, heavier than you expected as you turn on your heel and walk back towards your place of work.
You'll admit, it wasn't your first choice, but at least you had something to do. Your boss had their good and bad traits, but at least they cared for their employees; giving you all a proper place to have your breaks.
Business was slow at the moment, giving you the opportunity to check around and see what needed to be done. On the TV, you hear about a young man being found brutally murdered in his lover's house. "Damn, wonder what he did to make her so mad?"
Your co-worker voiced as they watched the screen with peaked interest. "Cheating." It whispered from the darkness inside your mind, it sounded amused, of course it did. It was your ex's body they found. And by the looks of it, their lover was their main suspect.
Wonder how that happened....
You shudder, looking away from the screen and continue working. Your co-worker looking over at you with a teasing smile on their face. "She took his heart out? That's...." You trail off shuddering again, your co-worker laughs, teasing on how you are (supposedly) squeamish.
Behind closed doors and when you were alone, you didn't have to fake your emotions. But out in the public eye, you did to avoid drawing attention and being called a freak and weirdo. Whenever your lovers or those they knew end up on the news, you played the faint of heart role.
It worked in your favor, everytime. The rest of your shift passed in a blur, and you were more than ready to return home. As you walk down the sidewalk, looking at all the different shops of many varieties; desserts, coffee, flowers, etc.
You see a dress out of the corner of your eye. You freeze, turning towards the large glass window to get a closer look at the wedding dress on display. In awe, you lift your hand to the glass, touching the slightly warm hard surface. In the reflection, you see yourself, it was as if you were really wearing the dress.
The mannequins of the bride and groom were standing side by side holding hands. In the bride's left hand she was holding a small bouquet of white roses. The groom's suit had a small white rose over his left breast.
Marriage...Have you ever thought about getting married to either of your past lovers? You don't remember. Would you wanna get married? You never felt that urge to do so, only the need to keep the person you loved dearly close to you, no matter the cost.
But they never stayed with you long, something always went wrong. "Monster." "Quiet, I wasn't speaking to you." You grumble, pulling your hand away from the glass as if it suddenly caught ablaze.
It was then you notice him, your eyes widen in brief monetary shock when you see him standing beside the groom mannequin fixing the cuffs of the suit. His hands continue to work, but his blue eyes stared directly at you.
Your breath catches in your throat, your heart beats fast in your ears. The sounds of the city and it's people fade into the background, you were only focused on him. Your eyes roam over his frame, taking in every detail that you could through the glass.
He was tall, very tall. His black hair was neatly slicked back and combed down with an undercut, very fit from what you can tell from your position. The sleeves of the white dress shirt were rolled up a bit above his wrists, a dark colored vest with five buttons dark colored pants to match, and a small bowtie.
Your eyes travel up his body to his face, a heart stopping smirk brightened his handsome features. He motions to the right with his large hand, your eyes focusing on his entire face instead of his lips now. He was looking at you, motioning for you to step into his shop.
Your mouth becomes dry, he wants you to come in? How could you show yourself to him looking like this?! You were still dressed in your work clothes! You clutch your purse close to your body, quickly turning away and walking fast away from the Tailor shop.
No, no, no. This couldn't be happening, this never ever happened to you before. You were so damn unprepared. Damn it, you knew you should've wore something nicer. Why didn't you just keep walking?! You could've came back any other day, why did you have to stop today of all days, straight out of work?
You didn't stop until you got home, hands shaking as you crumble to the floor in agony. No words could explain how embarrassed you were....
It was a normal day for Eddie, he woke up around six this morning alone, took a shower alone and got dressed, ate breakfast alone, and finished the formal dress he was tasked to complete. His work day was the same, people coming in requesting their clothes to be fixed, looking around his shop to admire his work, and make requests for tailored clothes.
Sometime in the afternoon he took a break, eating a quick lunch before doing some light cleaning, as he was working on the groom mannequin in the window, he felt eyes staring at him. It wasn't odd for people to stop and stare through the windows at his displays or shop, he welcomes anyone inside with his gentleman charismatic charm.
And that's when he saw you, staring through the window at the wedding dress, there was a small glimmer of light in your dull eyes. It was different, but at the same time not. It was like a bride to be picking out a wedding gown, how he loved to see that look in their eyes, how they wanted the dress but wasn't sure it was the dress. And with his hands, he would tailor it to fit them, for it to be the one they were looking for.
If they liked the length but not the style, he would fix it, the color but not the design? Fixed. He just wanted to see them smile, enjoying what his hands created. He smiles, getting your attention, and motions for you to step inside, only for you to run away.
He watches you run away, confused before smiling softly and going back to work, you'll come back. They always do.