The Fog ⇢ Dead by Daylight Oneshots

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✩ Max Thompson Jr. "The Hillbilly" ✘ Reader ✩

❝Love is like drinking beer once you get too much of it. You begin to act stupid.❞

EDITED ON 4/11/2022

You sat on a metal bar stool that was uncomfortable to the touch, but the other seats were too destroyed to use them. So, you had to suffer through it as you held your head in your hands. The cool wood of the bar felt excellent against your exposed elbows. It calmed the fire that seemed to burn under your skin. Max was rattling bottles in front of you, mixing a drink that he said might help manage the pain in your head. Both of you had been dating for a while, but you failed to keep track of the dates since day and night blurred together. You'd loved that he knew what he wanted, so you had fallen for him. He could be commanding at times, making you want to scream, but there was always something about him that made you want to stay, to see what happens next. Finally, he sat two shot glasses before you, pouring a slightly opaque liquid into them.

"You know, this is a family recipe. I guess you could call it Thompson's Moonshine. It's a little strong, though." You nodded your head, trying your best to pay attention to his words, as you picked up the glass pouring it down your throat. The liquid burned as it went, making you cough in succession. You held your head even more. The heartbeat that you felt was turning into a drum in your mind. Missing a few times, you finally grab the glass you just drank out of and throw it behind you. It hit the concrete wall, smashing into a million pieces and leaving a residue mark where it landed. A low growl escaped your lips amid your deep breaths that tried to soothe the pulsating that rhythmically filled your thoughts.

"I guess the headache and anger side-effects plague you when you drink it. I didn't think it would. I'm sorry, N/N." Max limped over to the mess of glass with a damp paper towel in hand. You didn't know why he would even attempt to clean up your mess, considering this place is a dump. He finally came back around the bar, taking his shot and crushing the glass against the polished bar. Glass flecks slid in front of you, threatening to pierce your skin but never getting close. Max picked up his hammer, dragging it against the ground as he made his way over to a broken booth across the lounge. He brought the weapon over his shoulder to throw it into an already dead barkeep. The constant noise made the pounding in your head increase, making you want to scream.

"For fucks sake, cut the shit out! He's dead. You killed him when we raided the place!" The beating stopped before you even finished your sentence. You hopped off the stool you were sitting on and walked over to Max. He stood in front of the bloodied corpse that failed to look human, huffing out deep breaths. You reached out for his free hand, leaning against his arm to block out the light that surrounded you. The act made him look down at you as he rubbed his thumb over your warm knuckles. You moved just enough to look him in the eyes. A small, pained smile came to your face.

"Can we go home? I need to sleep this off." He nodded and pulled your hand towards the destroyed doors of this once lively bar. The weather was calm compared to the fire that boiled inside of you. Both of you walked into the forest that bordered the edge of the building until you were whisked away to Coldwind Farms. The air was now warm as it blew lightly past you. As you grew closer to the old deteriorating white house, the heat made sweat form on your brow. Finally, the pair of you went up the creaky stairs and inside the thin walls to enjoy a night to yourselves before the Entity calls for Max's subsequent trial in what you presume is morning.