Dead by Daylight Killers falling in love with a survivor.
Part 3
The Hillbilly
When he was younger, and his mind was locked in a heavy daze from thirst caking his throat and the pangs of starvation rolling in painful waves in his tummy - Max always wanted someone there to dote him with concern and affection. He never knew the sweet embrace of a mother's hug or the stern yet tender clasp of a father's hand on his shoulder. No, Max would never in his life know such simple joys from anyone, but that all changed when the Entity placed you into it’s realm.
- Max wants to touch and mold you into something only he can have. He’s never seen someone as lovely as you. When he first saw your figure dashing through the dark fog - his beady, glowing eyes awed in wonder. Your skin was shining with sweat and moonlight, chest drawing in as much air as possible, and your legs carried you like a wild mare. Max knew that his fantasy of you would soon shimmer away like morning mist once you heard the revving of his chainsaw. A painful reminder of what he is. A killer.
- He tries to avoid you as much as possible. He’s a monster. A twisted, ugly, creature that shouldn't had made it past the age of five. Well, that’s what his parents always said and those lies have embedded themselves into his soul. He wouldn’t mind your soft eyes watering with pity though. Or a hand extending to touch his tough skin. A caress of understanding and maybe love.
- He can’t utter those three beautiful yet cruel words and perhaps will never will. All he wishes is that you don’t stop looking at him. It doesn’t matter if your eyes are filled with fear, hate, or sadness, please just see him.
The Ghostface
- Oh, this isn’t love. Don’t get yourself twisted about that, but do you know what Danny loves? His victims. The hunt of hiding in the shadows and his eyes defiling their every move and then the STRIKE. The silver blade sinking into their soft flesh and warm blood coloring his white mask. The satisfaction and power of ending one's life in such unexpected manner giddies him with delight. You’re still a victim he says to himself, but the way you show no fear when you catch him lurking in the corner of your eye. You don’t flinch when he moves closer. Your breath doesn’t even shudder when he’s right there huffing over your shoulder.
- Amusement is a good word to describe his relationship with you. He loves to ignore your teammates in favor of toying with you. It’s like a cruel game between a mouse and a cat, and no matter how many times Danny unleashes his claws on you - you always seem to scatter away like ashes in the wind. He doesn’t mind for the moment. It’s always a special thrill when he catches you and digs himself deeper into you.
- Danny knows how to flirt cause that’s what you do when you want something from someone, right? He smiles at their corny jokes, lightly touches their arm, and makes sure to pay extra attention to every word that spills out of their mouth. It’s infomation. Oh, your ex just dumped your ass, so you’re allll alone? Perfect. Danny does flirt with you. Quite annoyingly, and more physically. He doesn’t waste an opportunity to snatch you into his arms and whisk your struggling figure away to a bloody hook where his gloved, cold hands linger on your waist and slightly down your hips when he places you on it.
- He knows that you’re not just a special victim, and maybe you know that as well, but God, don’t expect him to kneel down and kiss your hand or anything. His love won't change the game he's addicted to playing.
