These are some short stories. short stories that basically ship the reader and dead by daylight characters if you read the title. Please do me a favor and read these stories I put my heart into.
First Chapter Published: April 8, 2018
Ended: December...
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Frank growled in hate as he watched the survivors click their fucking flashlights in his face and left. Fucking idiots. He would've caught their sorry asses if Ruin was in a better spot.
He glared at the ground and snarled. He needed a break. A long one. Maybe this time he'd let Julie or Susie play because he was completely done.
His body vanished into golden ash and he appeared back at the campfire, where his friends met him.
"How was it? Did you get them?" Susie asked softy.
Frank sighed and took off his mask. He gave the pink haired girl a frown. "Sorry, Susie, didn't get those assholes this time. Want to do next match?"
Susie's shoulders slumped at his news but then nodded and accepted his offer. Frank gave her and Julie a small smile and went to Jeffery who was in charge of the drinks and asked for 4 beers.
"Aren't you a little young, son?" He said between coughs.
Frank scowled, annoyed the clown was questioning him. "I'm 19, almost 20, dumbass. Give me the damn can."
Jeffery sighed, dug into the cooler and tossed the killer his beer. Frank caught it and muttered a thanks before heading to his cabin. The rest of his gang was deep in the forest, playing music on the boombox far away from the camp so he could have alone time.
He shut the door and fell on his bed, the Entity expanded their cabin so there were 4 for each of them. He cracked open a can and began drinking, one sip then frowned at the bitter taste. The beer here wasn't the best, but it's all they had. So, Frank downed the alcohol in a few seconds, ignoring his tounge begging for mercy from the awful taste. He grunted and crushed the empty can before opening another.
His face started burning up and his heart rate quickened as he finished his third can. He swayed on the bed before getting up and muttering to himself about those fucking survivors, how annoying they where with their clicking flashlights.
"Click, click, click!" Frank slurred as he mocked the imaginary Claudette. "Wow, I am so skilled because we did gens even though you could've caught us if we didn't~"
The drunk male heard the door opening behind him but continued to ignore it until a hand brushed his shoulder. Frank swatted it away.
"Don't fucking touch me, Jake. You and your fucking toolbox. Go fix your own dick," He snarled and threw his now-empty can at Joey, who was looking at him in confusion.
Frank looked at him and saw Joey but didn't care as he opened another can and growled when his friend stopped him.
"No, you need to stop, you'll hurt yourself," Joey's deep voice said and he grabbed Frank's shoulders. "Go lay down, you'll get alcohol poisoning."
"Don't tell me what to do, Joe." Frank kept slapping away the gloved hands that were trying to put him back on the bed. Then in anger, he tackled Joey and threw the killer on his bed. Joey yelped in alarm but before he could get up, Frank was already on top of him and was swatting his head. "You leave me alone!~" Frank shouted.
Joey kept blocking the weak hits being thrown until Frank grew tired, his eyes drooping, and he instantly fell asleep on top of Joey, snoring silently.
Joey froze. His friend had just passed out on him. Shit.
Sighing, the male rubbed Frank's back to comfort him as he slept. He figured he might as well get sleep as well and let his eyelids fall.
**** A/N: should i do things like this more? Comment!
