The Fog ⇢ Dead by Daylight Oneshots

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

✩ Evan MacMillan "The Trapper" ✘ Chubby!Reader ✩

❝Your eyes stole all my words away.❞

THIS CHAPTER WAS REQUESTED

You held a key firmly in your hand, trying your best to find another human being in this cold lonely forest. Faintly you can hear wires sizzling against each other. You were slowly walking over, trying your best not to make any tracks that the killer could follow. You see a familiar artist on the generator, making you smile. "Hey, Jeff! It's good to see you!"

Jeff turned his head towards you and smiled. Creases formed on his brow as his hair swayed in front of his face causing him to blow it away. "Hello Y/N, nice to see you as well. Have you seen any of the others around?" 

You frowned at his words because the truth was you didn't want to see the others. It had felt like their adoration towards you was pity driven. You had been pondering on this for a while, and you might have been over-analyzing things, but the signs were there. The survivors had left you out of conversations before trials; they would only talk to you if you spoke first, and all in all, you just seemed like a bother. "Uh. No, I haven't. Sorry. But I've got this key if you'd like?"

"No thanks, I got this toolbox already. I've almost completed this generator, I think. So, if you can go find another, that would be great!" You knew he didn't mean to sound rude. And you knew he most likely told the best. But, for your current mental state, that was code for, 'You're not wanted. Get out.' 

"Oh, alright." Jeff didn't notice the tone of your voice change throughout your conversation, but they never seem to. You trekked off, letting your long coat shield your body. You mostly wore it to cover the shape of yourself since you've never really liked the skin sack that you inhabit. Body confidence has been something you've undergone for years, and even if you get praise for how good you look, it doesn't help the mental battle you have. But the fur against your neck comforts you. It makes you forget that you dislike yourself. 

But the comfort didn't last long. Red painted your vision as a tall being wearing a mask stood in front of you. Your eyes grew wide as your breath quickened. You couldn't move. Your mind was telling you to run, but your feet were stuck. Evan came closer, the clever in his hand swung as his feet clomped against the soil. In just a few steps, he was a few inches away from your body. He towered over you, causing you to glance up into the carved-out holes where his eyes were. You tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a sputtered mess of a sentence you never formed.

"I don't pity you." The statement caught you off guard, causing you to do a double-take literally. Evan brought his hand up to your face, which made you finch. He instantly drew his hand back; you could see the scars that plagued his skin. For some reason, guilt-filled your body, you tried to shake away the feeling, but it crawled through your body, plaguing your system. 

"What?" You stuttered out the word while looking at him with confusion in your eyes. He held out his hand as the last generator roared to life. You could faintly hear the exit gate open; you could make a run for it and forget this ever happened. But if you do, you'll still feel the same when you get back to the campfire. And if he's telling the truth, you should hear him out.

Sighing in defeat, you took his outreached hand. Evan seemed to drag you with him as you began to rethink what you had just done. You stumbled along as he led you further away from the exit gate, knowing now that even if you did run out, you wouldn't get far. "You heard the exit gate, didn't you?"

Your eyes widen as Evan looked back at you. You heard him breathe out a small chuckle, which made you frown. He stopped in his tracks when the abandoned mines came into view. Your hand fell from his as he ushered you inside. "I triggered it to open, but no one has escaped. Considering you're the only one left alive."

Your mouth came to your hand. You had just seen Jeff. There is no way that he could've died in the amount of time, could he? But as you traveled down lower into the mines, you see a familiar face hung on a meat hook. The blood dripped down Jeff's body, and his face was stuck in a pained expression. Even though you felt like they treated you with pity, they were still the only family you had here. You fell to the ground, not caring if your coat got dirty from the blood-stained floor. 

"Why?" The word came out strained and broken. Evan crouched next to you, holding your hand while rubbing circles into your palm. His head tilted as his mask smiled at you creepily.

"Why? Well," He took a deep breath while chuckling, "I've been watching in trials. The survivors don't appreciate you, you do so much for them, and they never compare to your generosity." "So, you kill them?!" You didn't mean to shout, but that's how it came out. You didn't wish pain to anyone, no matter how much they might have hurt you. It wasn't fair for someone else to suffer because your feelings were hurt. 

Evan put his arms around you, stroking your hair as your head laid against his chest. "How else was I supposed to get your attention?"

You had to admit the action was, in a weirdly sadistic way, cute. The fact that he would go to such lengths to get you to notice him was, heartwarming to say the least, but it didn't excuse his actions. You looked up at him as you were still in his hug. You could see slightly under his mask. The scars were there too. 

"If you let me, I promise to protect you, no matter the cost." His sentence made you smile. It was comforting to know someone would go to the ends of the earth for you. Maybe now you'd have someone that valued you more than just escaping out of a blood riddled trial.