"'Monde de la morte'.... It means 'world of death'...just how I feel about this fucking place." - Niles Harvey, Reagant
◇ This is my sideblog for everything Outlast related, specifically Trials and OC stuff! ◇
My name's Matt, I'm 25 and my pronouns are they / he
My main blog is @n0cturnal-g0d so likes and follows will come from there
I absolutely love asks about my OCs! I'll go feral (in a good way)
Fics:
"Monde de la Morte": Niles Harvey (Reagant OC) backstory
"Project Lepus": Kita (Prime Asset OC) backstory
"Beaten Dogs Will Bite": Zachary Denver (Reagant OC) backstory
MY OCS:
Niles Harvey:
A Reagant OC. He had been a combat medic during World War 2 and suffered from PTSD that led him to a morphine addiction. He eventually married into an unhappy marriage (given he is a closeted gay man) and had a son who died in a tragic drowning accident. He forces himself to have the typical toxic man mentality of the time period. Niles is grumpy and can come off as mean, but he doesn't hesitate to help his fellow Reagants in trials.
Kita:
A Prime Asset OC. Kita was found as a toddler in a mental hospital by Easterman after her mother had passed away. He then took her in as a side project and experimented on her, conditioning her into a Prime Asset. She is sadistic and violent and sees Easterman as a father while he plays along (though he only sees her as a tool). Kita is very childish and is more of a stealth killer.
Zachary Denver:
A Reagant OC. Zachary has been a troublemaker since he was young, and his criminal ways led to him leaving the UK and coming to the US to try and get away from his criminal record before turning right back to his troyblemaking ways. He became a Reagant after trying to get away from his many arrest warrants. He hates authority and is always getting into fights with other Reagants. But his performance during Trials is exemplary, so the guards often turn a blind eye. He was in a smaller facility that was shut down due to casualties before being transferred to Sinyala.
Mykhail Holub:
A Prime Asset OC. Mykhail is a Ukrainian immigrant who grew up in a circus, adoring the life and performances and has a love of showmanship. He faced a lot of discrimination when tensions with Russia rose due to him being from Ukraine and he was attacked one night, leading to burns covering the entire right side of his body. This led to him snapping and he burned down his circus with all of the performers and a full audience inside, and was later picked up by Murkoff while on the run. He uses a whip as a weapon and chases Reagants with charismatic and flirtatious comments.
Hey everyone!! I know it's been a while since I've posted here (been fixated on other things) but I'm doing Artfight this year! And I've added my Outlast OCs!!
I'm super down to attack anyone with Outlast OCs and anyone who wants to attack my babes Niles, Mykhail, and Kita!!
I'm down for friendly fires too, so if you wanna attack me this year, hit me up!
If you have any ideas for interactions I can doodle between any of my OCs and canon characters, hit me up, I'm feeling doodly- 👀
Can be any of my OCs (Reagants: Niles, Zachary; Prime Assets: Kita, Mykhail) with any canon character (ex pop, Assets, Murkoff, etc). I'm wanting to expand and develop them
Or if you have questions in general about any of them, go crazy!
Summary: Kita has her very first Trial, and it doesn't end well.
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
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“What the hell is wrong with us? I wanna scratch myself with infected rust…” (“Hey Bunny”, Baby Bugs)
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The young girl couldn’t help the knot of unease and nerves twisting in her stomach as she ran her hands over the front of her straitjacket. Her palms felt clammy, and her heart raced in her chest as she stood behind one of the Murkoff doors.
Her very first trial.
She knew what her task was, what she was to accomplish. Keep the Reagants from completing whatever task they had by any means necessary. She had gone through various briefings with staff to ensure she understood what to do. She had this, she knew she did. So why did she feel so anxious?
The alarm begins to sound and the door in front of her slides open, and Kita steps into the Trial map, gripping her ice pick weapon in her hand. As the door shuts behind her, she glances at the little rabbit’s foot that dangled from the handle of the weapon. A charm for good luck, Easterman had told her. She hoped it would provide that for her during this trial.
The young Prime Asset lifts her head, looking around her surroundings. Curated towards her, the trial grounds were modeled to look like a playground, albeit dilapidated and littered with things necessary for the trial. Her footsteps are soft as she steps forward on bare feet, exhaling before breaking into a sprint into the darkness.
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The laughter of the Reagants was uproarious as Kita lunges for one with her pick at the ready and misses, the metal tip not even making contact with the laughing male.
The young Prime Asset roars in frustration and anger, which only makes her movements sloppier and more uncoordinated. A raven haired male lets out a bark of a laugh before shouting in a funny accent, “Oh, look at her! She's gettin’ real miffed, ain't she?!”
She turns towards the mocking Reagant, just in time to be hit in the face with a glass bottle. She yelps out in surprise and pain as glass showers around her, her face covered in small scratches as she stumbles back and clutches her face. Her distress seems to only aid their mockery as the laughter grows louder, and before she can recover, they're already running off as a group towards the trial exit.
Angry tears burning in her eyes, a feeling of desperation hits her and she tucks the handle of her weapon in her mouth, clutching it with her teeth before dropping onto all fours and bounding after them. She had to stop them, at least one. She couldn't let all of them get away…
As she reaches them, one is already pressing the button to call for the shuttle as the rest stand and… that laughter. They were mocking her. They saw her as a joke.
She leaps for the closest one, but she hears a click beneath her foot, and an explosion of smoke engulfs her. She shrieks and rubs at her eyes as she stumbles around, trying to peer at them through the fog, but all she saw was grey. She gives a weak slash at the air with her weapon and drops to her knees as she furiously continues to rub at her eyes.
Through the laughter, through the haze, she can hear a speaker announce that the trial doors were open, and she can hear the metallic whir of the shuttle opening. Her heart drops in her chest, and once the smoke finally begins to dissipate, she is standing there alone, the doors closed and the Reagants gone.
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“What a pitiful performance, Kita. I expected much better of you.”
Easterman's words cut through the girl like a knife as she looks towards the speaker his voice was coming from. “No!! No, I… I really tried!!”
“Maybe the fault isn't in you…maybe it's me. I wasn't good enough. I failed you, Kita. The fault is all on me for your… disappointing performance.”
The words pull at her heart as she begins to sob, stepping closer to the speaker on the wall and hugging herself tightly. “No, it was my fault!! I'll be better, Papa, I promise!!”
But no response comes. No praise for trying, no words to calm her. Nothing. Just….silence.
Kita stares up at the quiet intercom, hoping for something, anything, but no. Her sobs only grow as tears stream down her dirty face, mixing with the grime and little bits of blood from the glass bottle that had sliced her face.
Pressing her back to the wall of her room, she hugs herself tightly, her small body shuddering as her fingers grip onto her arms. With a roar, she turns and slams the blade of her weapon into the wall before her shoulders hunch and she wails in distress.
She had disappointed him. She had tried so hard, couldn't he see that? It was her first Trial, she did what she was supposed to, but she couldn't stop the Reagants from escaping. She wasn't prepared for their ruthlessness, their cruelty towards her. She had been told that the Reagants may fight back, but they mocked her! They made her a joke, a game. They cut her face and blinded her; how was that fair? She really tried…and wasn't even good enough. Now Easterman wasn't talking to her, was disappointed in her.
She wasn't good enough.
Kita pulls her pick from the wall, then drops down into a crouch, her face buried in her hands. She throws her weapon across the room with a shriek before bringing her knees up to her chest. He was going to get rid of her. She was broken. She failed him. She was a failure. He didn't keep failures around. He vouched for her, and she embarrassed him, and now he was going to get rid of her like she was nothing.
Her sobs quickly shift to hyperventilating, her tiny body shuddering as she gasps for air. She hits her fists against the sides of her head. Just one more chance. One more chance is all she needed. She could be good. But maybe he wouldn't even give her that. Maybe he wouldn't want to risk being let down by his daughter again.
The claws of one hand dig into the skin around her left eye as she sobs, then in one sharp motion, she slashes at her own face, numb to the pain as her skin tears open. The pain of disappointing her father hurt more than any physical pain. That fear of not being needed.
Of not being wanted by him.
Her bloody nails dig into the skin once again, and, slower, she tears her flesh open, blood mixing with tears as she wails.
She had to punish herself. Punish herself for letting him down. Maybe he would see she really was sorry. It wasn't his fault, it was hers. She should've tried harder.
Better. Be better. Be better.
Kita doesn't even know how much time has passed. Her throat and chest ache, are raw from her screams and sobs. Her face stings, her fingers covered in crimson and she can feel the stickiness of her own blood drying on her face and chin. Her cries have died down to weak sniffles, her body trembling. No one had come to check on her. Easterman hadn't said anything else to her.
She touches her face where she had scratched, whimpering as she feels the exposed meat where the skin around her eye should be, her hand quickly jerking away. She felt exhausted. From her outburst, from the Trial…
Kita finally pulls herself from the floor and over to her little cot, dragging herself onto the bedding and curling up on it. Her eyes shift to the quiet intercom in the corner, and she whispers out to it, “....Goodnight, Papa….”
Of course, no answer comes. She didn't expect one to. But she hoped that when she awoke in the morning, he would be in a better mood. He would forgive her, give her another chance.
Still trembling and her body aching, Kita shuts her eyes, and finally falls into a restless sleep.
