The Fog ⇢ Dead by Daylight Oneshots

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✩ Philip Ojomo "The Wraith" ✘ Reader ✩

❝True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.❞

EDITED ON 4/10/2020

Maybe your hyper fixation on the bells you collect stems from something in your childhood, but nothing made you happier. They surrounded you. They lined the walls, each different from the next, whether by size, color, or origin. And for each one, you appreciated their beauty and faults all the same. But, there was one and only one bell missing from your extensive collection.

"Philip? Are you there?" An invisible hand found its way onto your shoulder. It crept up your face and rubbed against your cheek. A shimmering wave-like outline covered Philip. He blended into the bells and distorted their shapes.

"Can I see your bell?" His hand fell from your face, which made you smile. His bell rang, and an abundance of orange and black flames engulfed his warped figure. Slowly his body began to show, and his clothes shook against the energy that filled the space between you. His skull weapon hung at his side while his bell remained outstretched. You came closer to the object and raised your hand to touch the bell, but Philip jerked it back. You looked back towards Philip. He stared at you before looking back down at his most prized possession.

A sigh fell from Philip as he pushed the bell towards your chest. It was worn and rusted, which hinted at its age. Your eyebrows raised, and a smile formed as you held the bell. He let go, and as he did, the weight surprised you, causing you almost to drop it before you stabilize yourself. You ran your fingertips over the grooves and edges of the metal, and you were extra careful on the top of the bell since it was made of bone. Sure, it might be grotesque, but it was one of a kind. When you were done admiring its beauty, you thumped the bell. The sound it emitted was hypnotizing and magical.

Looking back at Philip, you notice a slight grin plastered on his face. Your eyes suggested permission, and he nodded, granting your request. So, you took the bell to your main centerpiece. It was reserved for the newest and best in your collection. As the bell sat on the podium, you giggled softly with excitement. Looking back at Philip, you notice how he was worryingly rubbing the handle of his weapon. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand. He looked down at the touch before staring at the bell. You knew he was about to be in a lot of trouble with the Entity, but nothing the Entity does with breaking the bond that the two of you have.