#benedict baker

[artamazon]

Benedict has hit his limit on The Ghoul.

You can find more Cursed Tales on Tapas and GlobalComix, and also buried in my Tumblr.

[foggycuriosities]

(closed starter for @vigos-journal Happy one year!)

He couldn’t stop moving his body and mind driven by a fever as he adjusted to being….back…back here in the woods that he left what felt like an eternity ago. He saw flashes of ghost memories reconnecting and resurfacing dancing over his vision confusing him as panic filled his chest. He smiled widely seeing an old friend her wild hair was unmistakable. “Nikki oh gosh it’s me I’m ba-” When he reached out the illusion was broken the image of his friend dissipated he pressed his hands to his eyes blocking his vision making lights appear from behind his lids from the force he was pressing against them almost painful.

“Gods Baker! Get yourself together….you need to calm down you need to find the fire and find someone real! The fire the fire remember the fire…”

Baker took a shaky anxiety-driven breath as he stood back up and with a panic stride he began pushing through the brush ignoring the path letting his broken mind lead him ignoring the foggy memories that invaded his vision. Whisps of old friends and foes danced in the shadows as he became more panicked and overwhelmed trying to cope with the fact he’s managed to find his way back here. What does that mean for him? Is this even real? Has he finally lost his mind? Is he dying? Are these just flashes before death before the void consumes you?

It can’t be….no he must find the fire or the- his soul froze. His mind and body came to a screeching halt as he looked at a place all too familiar the lab. A place he knew better than any campsite or realm here in the fog. He was frozen for all but a few moments as he made a mad dash to the building which seemed a little worse for wear….He fumbled with the door knob before he finally turned it the right way a miracle it was unlocked and he burst in.

The place was as messy as it ever was if not even more so. He inhaled the air as the familiar scent of chemicals and paper filled his nose a comforting scent that eased his mind ever so slightly. Yes. This was real but the shadows of the lab danced just as they did in the fog slowly replaying memories foggy shadows of him and….Vigo working together in the lab, joking, and eating what scraps they’ve found. Baker turned wildly grasping at the shadows begging for any of them to be real as tears filled his eyes staining his face as his throat closed with panicked breathing. Papers and notes flew about as he chased these illusions of past experiences waiting for any of them to be real.

“Please please! I’m back where are you please! I’m so sorry! I just need to touc-” 

He heard the door slam open and he whipped around his eyes wide showing nothing but pure panic as he laid eyes on…him! Baker rubbed his eyes to make the shadows stopped to see him as he was. How their white streaks have gotten bigger their clothes have changed drastically too but..he could tell this was real. Baker reached out instinctively for a moment before retreating back anxiously clutching the pendent at his neck.

“V-vigo? Giovanni?”

He didn’t know what else to say his mind stuttering trying to follow a million different train tracks of thoughts. That are all colliding at once creating a devastating wreckage. hHe whipped at the tears in his eyes to clear his vision even better.

“Is that you?”

[ziracona]

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—[Should have called him ‘Poet.’]

[anony-mouse-writer]

i have a lot of thoughts that are just living in my head and i dont know how to organize them so have some adhd word salad

in dead by daylight, there is a malicious deity(?) commonly known as the Entity (aka the abyss, the infinite, the hole)

the Entity surrounds an area, closing in on killers and victims alike from it's universe and others, trapping them to be sacrificed in a game to feed off their emotions. in DBD, it manifests as the Hook

most of what we know about the Entity is known from the journals of one Benedict Baker who wanted to find and explore the realm of the Entity.

okay now

grian is currently constructing forms for two different bases, (though it is unclear if they are related) known as the Entity and the Rift. he claims to be studying them.

the Entity has been been stealing bits and pieces of the world to feed it's heart and lungs. the Rift, while largely unexplored yet, is a crack between worlds.

grian is also known for his role as the host of 3rd Life and Last Life, a free for all gladiatorial combat game in a small arena that has been speculated to be actively malicious towards the players (see: the bogey man curse)

i dont have a coherent thought process to this, someone take it away from me

[selkade]

My headcanon looks for DBD lore characters, Benedict, Alchemist (now known as the Blight), Alex and Vigo. Done quite a while ago.

[sleazy-art]

[a-depressed-dwight]

The Mimic

Another killer has been spotted in the realm.

It is something that fills me with fear unlike any other killer.

It does not seem to have a set body. Large,small, old and young...

It makes meeting other survivors a dangerous gamble during trials for at any moment a flicker of light could reveal a grisly demise.

The creature’s true form is almost as chilling as the entity itself. It’s dark and skeletal with the chilling ember crystals spotted about it’s frame.

But it’s not the looks nor killings that haunt me, I have seen many killers during my time in the realm, and arguably there are more gruesome foes around.

No, it’s the way it helps us in the trials at times, more than one occasion I have been on the edge of being sacrificed only for it to drop me to my feet in front of a hook and harshly shoving me in a random direction, as if telling me to run. It’s the way it winces whenever it strikes a final blow as if it knew the pain, and how it’s choked sobs can be the only way to tell that the mimic is running amuck.

And how sometimes, when I escape, I hear a voice.

A broken raspy voice, beg of me to wait.

It’s how, if I choose to glance back, I sometimes catch a glimpse of the missing leader before the fog consumes my vision.

And the implication is what truly haunts me…

~Unknown (potentially Benedict Baker)

[cornpapers]

poor chemists (thanks for 100 followers!)