The Fog ⇢ Dead by Daylight Oneshots

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✩ Frank Morrison "The Legion" ✘ Fem!Reader ✩

❝I fell for you before I even realized I did.❞

This chapter was requested by theblodreina

I remember when I came back from what seemed to be the ninth foster home. The family had the same complaints as the last, 'He lashes out! He's going to hurt another kid, or us! I'm worried about my other child! Blah blah blah!' I was so furious because I knew they would want me to dress all posh and proper, and that's not me. I like the outside and having the dirt cake me up to where you can't even see the patches that had to be sewn on my shirt. Then again, I was a kid, what better would I have done?

When I walked back into the center, it was like everyone's head turned. Most had hoped this would finally be my forever home, but each time I went away, it was like they knew I'd be back in about a week. Then I saw her, the light that shone in my rage, Y/N L/N. Her smile was enough to make every bad feeling I ever had gone away. She was my best friend here, and she deserved way more than what she got. She was a survivor and a pretty damn good one. Her stories always entranced the younger kids, but she would tweak them because of the horrors that had laid beneath the surface.

She skipped up to me and latched me into a hug, her grip was like one of a bear, and she had a habit of squeezing your body together. "Franky! You're back! What happened? I thought this one was the one..." Her eyes were full of hope and possibility; it was like what happened in the past didn't affect her at all. I sighed and eyed my bandage covered hand; it had been like that since I punched the wall at the last family's home. Her smile faltered as she grabbed it, her touch burning into my cold skin as she felt around.

"I wasn't going to be their perfect little errand boy. Guess they figured that out real quick." I chuckled at my words until I noticed a frown on Y/N's face. I began to choke on the laugh I was holding in, she smirked at my foolishness as she joined in.

The sun started to set as our laughter died down, we went to our shared room and sat down on our separate beds. Y/N sighed as she played with her nails, trying to smooth out each jagged edge that popped up. I sighed and laid down, my bed frame squeaking as my weight was being distributed. I looked up at the ceiling, studying the pattern that I had already memorized twenty times before.

Before the lights shut out, I gazed at Y/N. Her eyes are drooping as she wrapped herself up in a blanket burrito. "N/N," her orbs shot up momentarily before slowly going back down, "I promise when I get outta here and find a place good enough for the both of us. I'll come back to ya, and you can tell me about all the things I missed." Her mouth widened into a smile before she fell asleep, too bad I wouldn't be able to keep my promise.

The sun never comes up in the Entity's realm; it's just always the moon that lights up the way. Whispers were heard of a new survivor, a girl that had been surviving everything life threw at her, and now she was in the devil's den. I cracked my neck as I met up with the rest of the Legion. They were staring onward to where the girl would be unveiled. I picked at my blood ridden knife, not caring about the situation; I just wanted to go back to the base and drink some booze.

"Hey, Frank, take a look at this fox." Joey's voice echoed through my mind as I looked up. I couldn't believe my eyes as I dropped my weapon, it laid against the dirt as the moon radiated off of it. My heart stopped as I saw my first crush, the girl that was always there for me. My throat became dry from the amount of time my mouth was open, and my eyes were becoming irritated from the lack of blinking.

"No," I whispered, "Not you..." My vision became darker as I was transported to the resort I stayed in with the rest of the Legion. Clouds of my breath formed lightly around my mask, as my knife sparkled against the somewhat dirty snow. I marched forward, encountering three of the four survivors, they all scattered at the sight of me. Sprinting against the cold wind, I swung at the three near me, looking around for the fourth who wasn't in sight.

Sighing, I took off after the last person I hit. Jeff Johansen ran in front of me; his loud breathing was swirling around in my eardrums, making it easier to follow him. Blood spilled out, rhythmically staining the powder below me. His body fell to the floor with a thud; groans escaped from his throat as pain resonated through him. I laughed at his struggle, picking him when two more people fell. Three meathooks hung three bodies, each within walking distance of one another and comfortable enough to guard.

A flash went past a mound of snow; it stayed for a moment before transferring to the next pile insight. H/C hair stuck up from behind the mud; I sighed, knowing who it was. Carefully making my way up to her hiding spot I took off my mask, I heard a crunch and a moan come from her as I am walking in front of her. "Ple... Please don't hurt me... I don't even know what I'm doing here... Franky? Is that you? I thought you were dead! Everyone did when the missing report came out! Come one we need to get out of here."

I held out my hand, which she took automatically, and pulled her into a close hug. She gasped and returned it after just a second; it was like we never left that day at the foster care center. Tears pricked at my eyes from the promise I never kept; the time had passed differently for both of us, I'd imagine. "Y/N, I'm so sorry I never kept my word. But I can't believe they brought you into this. We are stuck in this infinite loop of killing and dying; there is no way out. You don't deserve this, but I know you'll be fine cause you're a damn good survivor. Now, you see that hatch right there; if you go and jump into it, you'll be out of here."

She took a moment to look in my eyes, hers sparkled with regret, but I didn't understand why. I stole one more hug from her before she made her way to the hatch. I waved as she looked into its dark abyss, she huffed and ran back over to me. Landing a kiss on my cheek, I held the place in surprise as she jumped into the doorway to outside the realm. I wish it weren't her; I'm the only one who would let her go and not lay a hurting hand on her. Maybe I can convince the others to do the same, but the probability of that is slim.

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