Dead by Daylight One Shots

Legion x Ghost Face x Fem!Toxic!Reader x Trickster

Frank Morrison trudged through the grey snow with a frustrated huff. That was a rough trial he just went through. Whatever, he was just glad to be back here in Ormond. Which was strange, as he usually hated this place. It was all because of this one survivor. Frank didn't know a thing about her, nor did the rest of the Legion. The other three felt the same way about her; that she was a pain in the arse. Frank had offed the other survivors, leaving her to be the last one as usual. He chased after her relentlessly, getting nowhere each time. She slammed numerous pallets down hard onto his head, followed by an excessive use of her flashlight. The survivor blinded Frank, waited for his vision to recover, and then blinded him again!

She was just so... toxic!

The Legion leader shoved the door of the resort open and shuffled on inside. He was immediately greeted by his three friends, lazing away on a worn couch.

"Hey, Frank." Joey smiled under his mask.

"Hey." Frank grumbled.

He trudged over and flopped down next to Julie. Susie sat on the floor by him with her legs crossed.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

The Legion all snapped their masked gazes to him. Frank groaned and sank into the couch. He pushed the hood off his head and ripped his mask off. He shook himself like a dog and wiped some grime from his forehead.

"That smart arse chick again." Frank huffed.

The rest of the Legion all collectively groaned at the mention of her. They all knew exactly who he was talking about. Like said before, they each had their own personal experiences with the toxic survivor. She was a menace. No matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't catch her.

"I hate her, and her stupid flashlight. She's always flashing it in my eyes over and over." Julie said.

"I know, right?"

The Legion jumped up in their seats at the raspy voice that came from seemingly nowhere. They all looked over their shoulders to spot none other than the Ghost Face peeking behind a wall.

"What the hell, man?" Frank barked.

The Ghost Face slinked away from the wall and strode over to where the teens sat.

"How long you been there for?" Joey asked.

The older man stood in front of the couch with his hands politely behind his back.

"Don't worry. I'm just passing through, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation." The Ghost Face started.

"Because you were eavesdropping?" Julie snapped sassily.

The ghostly killer's shoulders shook slightly as he wheezed out a chuckle.

"I guess. I was just wondering... you wouldn't happen to be talking about that woman that always has a key on her, would you?" The Ghost Face's head tilted to the side creepily.

The Legion all exchanged glances with one another. Frank suddenly felt vulnerable, being the only one without a mask on. But he refrained from putting it back on, not wanting it to clearly seem that way.

"Yeah, we are. Why?" Frank spat back.

The Ghost Face was onto something about that survivor. He was right; she somehow always had a hatch key with her! Or, she burned a hatch offering beforehand so she could escape through it. It made the Legion's blood boil each time. She didn't even care about the other survivors. What Frank hated the most was when he'd be chasing her, and suddenly she'd find/unlock the hatch and jump right through! It was so unfair! Just once. Once would he like to kill her. Was that too much to ask?

"I agree with you kids. That woman's impossible to catch." The Ghost Face said.

Mr Danny Johnson here had his fair share of her toxic bullshit as well. He was supposed to be stealthy, undetectable. But this survivor had no regard for it. She didn't let him faze her in the slightest. Instead, she made the Ghost Face fazed by her. Every time she poked her stupid flashlight in his face, a heavy sigh would leave him. She was just so annoying. He couldn't help but admire her though, and kicked himself at that. The survivor was a fighter. She never gave up and wasn't afraid of anything that came her way. It almost, almost... made him kind of like her.

"I don't even bother with her anymore." Joey said with a shrug.

He probably didn't bother with her because he was sick of getting a mouth full of splinters. The boy was surprised he still had his memory from how many times she broke a pallet over his head.

"I'll get her one day." The Ghost Face smirked under his mask.

He couldn't wait for that day to come, if it would at all. He already had dozens of photos of her on his camera. He couldn't imagine how many more he'd have if he had her dead. The amount of selfies he'd take with her bloody corpse was staggering.

The Ghost Face sighed softly at the thought of her all torn up. A man could dream.

"I wonder who she's pissing off now." Julie snorted.

Meanwhile at Coldwind Farm

I grinned evilly to myself as I continued to sprint across the realm. The Trickster had been chasing me for so long, but I never gave up. Never. During the chase, my fellow survivors had already repaired three generators. It made me snicker to myself as I knew that I was going to win this. Oh, who was I kidding? I always won. These killers were nothing but dumb dogs to me.

The Trickster was beyond frustrated with me. He was bent on catching me, but it wasn't exactly working in his favour. I had been doing this survivor thing for too long. I was too good at it. Sometimes I wished for more of a challenge because this was honestly getting boring.

Just when the Trickster finally thought he was catching up, I slammed a pallet down onto his head. The man clutched it with a wince and cursed something in Korean, an angry look striking across his face.

"How annoying..." he growled.

A bright beam spread across my own features. I giggled flirtatiously at him from the other side of the pallet.

"Aw, what's wrong? I thought we were just playing." I cooed.

The Trickster hated how I taunted him. He definitely wasn't the first killer to think that, that was for sure. I knew that the Legion and Ghost Face had a bit of an issue with me, but that was irrelevant.

"I can't wait to hurt you." The Trickster snarled.

I placed my hands on my hips with a smirk. He glared his yellow eyes into me, the pallet being all that separated us. The hand on my hip grazed against the hatch key that laid flat in my waistband. Hmm, did I want him to chase me around some more? Or did I let him kill off the others so I could unlock the hatch? Decisions, decisions... either way, I was going to survive. The Trickster kicked at the pallet, breaking the wood apart under his boot. I playfully rolled my eyes at him, not even backing away.

"I'd like to see you try." I teased.