dbd Unknown and reader?
ooh good idea anon! if this isn't what you had in mind, ofc lmk with another ask and ill write something that's more along the things :3
warnings: stalking, manipulation?? idk, pre-realm unknown for the first part of the post, use of it/its for unknown, mentions of kidnapping and reader being it's "pet", actual kidnapping at the end
pls lmk if i missed something!
a true creature of imagination, it never really has one single form before The Entity. it evolves as more people hear about it, becoming the culmination of whatever people fears it is...
given it can't exactly be truly... seen... once you catch its attention, it can't help but sneak around you and your life as it studies you. it doesn't make itself known, itd be foolish to, its prey so close now... it just wants you to be happy, it can do everything you want in life!
and just before it can put its final plans to secure your happiness and definitely not kidnap you, The Entity grabs it in a vengeful fit, twisting it and forcing it to become one solid being out of rage for it being mistaken as Her one too many times.
though maybe Fate has Her own favorites and it might have become one... because eventually, probably years later outside Her realm, you're pulled into the void as well!
you were trying desperately to search for your childhood friend, sable, who'd gone missing half a decade ago and the police didn't do anything about it once the rumors of the unknown and The Entity started surrounding her and mikeala's missing files. you never gave up, trying desperately to understand something simply outside human comprehension, not only once but twice when you realized the unknown was something completely seperate from The Entity.
you're in the midst of the forest when you come to, shrouded in darkness of night with no moon to guide you in the sky. you feel as though you're watched from all angles, scattered whispers brushing your mind from Her greetings. though under the feeling of such an incomprehensible being watching, almost guarding you, you feel something else watching you; similar, but almost forcibly contained by comparison.
you try to stand but a twisted ankle screams in protest and you yelp, falling to your knees in pain. "oh damn you, pathetically weak ankles..." you curse, looking around for anything to help in this scenario. you sigh in frustration when you realized there's nothing besides the gentle whispers of Her and the seperate force She's holding back.
though its power is contained and its form is forced upon it, the unknown retains its full consciousness, its own thoughts, feelings, actions, and desires free to be it's own. it relishes in that sacred freedom as it stalks between trees and fallen branches of the realm She demand it meet you in.
the hairs on the back of your neck stand as you feel it venturing closer. you hum in slight panic and try to stand again, trying to ignore your twisted ankle and its protests as you hobble away from it's unsettling aura.
something gooey and purple splashes against a tree in front of you and hits your skin, causing your head to feel fuzzy and confused. you wipe it off yet nothing changes so you try to shake the feeling off, only to see the unknown's physical form. you scream, a sound it won't ever forget, almost a melodic tune in its distorted manifestation of reality.
the hallucination scares you enough you seemingly forget your ankle debilitates you. you try to run away from the supposed danger and end up face down in the dirt. you moan in pain as you try catch your breath.
when you hear twisting bones and cracking skin, you force yourself to look up and see the unknown itself, crawling on seemingly broken and twisted limbs, various parts upside down, sideways, and reversed all at once towards you at an alarming rate.
you flinch and hide in comfort of your arms. a laugh just as broken and disturbing as it is charming and welcoming echoes in the incorrect forest. "hello again, my pet," it almost purs in its broken voice, male one second, female the next, never staying consistent. it starts gently petting your head with the closest, mangled hand.
youre left in stunned silence as its distorted, almost disgusting body stands up right, axe in its twisted and backwards hands. it doesn't wait for you to reply, its sickening throat peeling open as a tendril pokes out. the purple goo lands on you again and your world goes black, allowing it to claim its new pet without hearing useless protests or worrying about having to harm you to teach obedience.
it's unsettlingly gentle in the way it picks up your unconscious form, making sure to mind the injury of your ankle. it holds you close as it begins the treck back. the echoing, multiplied voice rings into the voidy forest once more, "you're safe now, pet... we're going home... you'll adjust soon enough..."
if you've read this far, maybe like and reblog so more people can enjoy? if you want to, yk, that'd be cool! if not, also cool!
also question while you're here, if i made a throne or wishlist thing, would yall be cool with that? ik not everyone can donate or anything, which is also fine and i dont hold that against anyone, just figured id ask!
