Dead by Daylight x Reader {REQUESTS CLOSED}

Requested by: StormLyric164

You wince when David shoves you back, screaming in your ear about how useless you were during the previous trial a few minutes ago. Apparently, your stupid actions have gotten him killed along with everyone else.

You manage to hold your tongue when he screams, and you watch as everyone stares helplessly, not wanting to get involved in the fight.

"You're so fuckin' retarded, Y/N!" David screamed, "I can't believe you actually did that generator instead of saving me!"

"No, I was prioritizing getting the fuck out of there!" You yell back, "If you weren't so stupid and if Anna wasn't so fucking selfish to get that 4k, we could've gotten out!"

"Yeah, we are totally gonna get out if we're all dead!"

"Get your shit together! And stop blaming me and other people for not being as fucked up in the head as you!"

David yells in anger and curls up his fist, taking a huge swing at your face. You fall back on your butt, your face feeling like it just erupted in pain. He had punched you right in the cheek.

You look up at David in hate. "You fucking idiot!" You scream. David growls and gets on top of you while you put your arms up in defense. He's still swinging, throwing wild punches at you. You hear the other survivors scream at David to get off until an arm wraps around David's neck and yanks him back. He yells every curse he could think of at you while he's dragged back by Bill, who has him in a choke-hold.

"Get the fuck off of me!" David howls.

"You never ever punch a lady, ya hear?" Bill mutters while trying to keep the fighting wrestler back.

You get up with the help of Laurie and Nea, they ask you if you're okay and you ignore them. Instead you get up and spit in David's face. "Fucking baby," you mutter. He screams hateful words but you walk away, into the forest.

You take an off trail route, wanting to get lost in the forest and get away from that damn camp. Soon, the shouts of the survivors drowned out and soon, you were left in silence.

You angrily kicked a rock and growled in hate. How dare he lash out on you like that? There wasn't even anything to get mad about - he was just so salty about everything. Doesn't he know that nothing he does will change anything? Doesn't he know that this won't be the last time he dies? Him dying doesn't change shit!

"Y/N." You hear a deep voice say behind you. Quickly, you turn around and see a tall man standing in the shadows. Broad shoulders, heavy stance, and a shining hook in his shoulder that reflected the smallest light. You recognized him immediately.

"The Trapper." You mutter. "What do you want?"

"It was quite a play I witnessed a few minutes ago. You really are selfish, huh?" He chuckes deeply.

You roll your eyes and look away from him. You knew if he wanted to hurt you, he would have to get though the Entity to do so. Since it didn't let the killers and survivors harm the opposite team. So you weren't scared of him.

You hear crunching of footsteps that come beside you. You both looked up to the sky in silence, Trapper's heavy breathing the only thing you could hear. What was it that he wanted? You've never hung out with a killer like this before - so what did he want?

"Well," he started. "My name is Evan. You don't have to call me the Trapper."

"Oh, I know." You say. "I just rather call you Trapper."

"You're rude."

"You're creepy."

"I am not creepy."

"Really?" You scoff. "Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

"What? I can't be here?"

"You can't be stalking me!"

"Who the fuck would want to stalk you? You're a bitch. I haven't done anything but stumble across you."

You sigh heavily. Maybe that wasn't the best approach. You glance at Evan, who is staring at you through the mask, and look away.

"I... I'm sorry." You say quietly. You didn't know why you snapped at him. After all, it really wasn't the right thing to do.

Evan was quiet until you feel something rough wrap around your hand and squeeze. You look down and Evan's hand was wrapped around yours. You quickly look away, avoiding awkward eye contact.

"I hope it gets better for you, Y/N, good luck out there." He says.

"I'm not scared of it..." You say.

Silence. Then he lets go of your hand and walks away. You refuse to turn and watch him go, instead staring ahead to the stars.