David/Ace request of them hiding from a Killer. I hope you don’t mind I used that as a base and added plenty to it, anon!
The Suffocation Pit, Ace knew, held a deeper story than what he was able to see. A large group of workers buried in its depths, bodies probably still there under compact dirt. Every now and then, the pits would be open, leading to a bloody basement with a cruel, untouchable shrine of hooks to the Entity. The part that Ace always looked forward to was the chest, which tended to hold better things than the other chests around the area.
However, he knew better than to immediately start looting, he had to at least do a generator or two, keep the Killer busy a little, and make a contribution to the team effort. He knelt to work on a generator, hearing the distance whirring of a chainsaw. That meant either Leatherface or Hillbilly, and the former didn’t usually have any reason to randomly rev his. He was nestled into a corner surrounded by obstacles, so Ace was unafraid as he kept working.
The match was going well for him so far, getting a generator up without any interferences, and calmly moving on to another. There were only two left to do now. Someone was either really skilled at juking the Hillbilly, or they were all hiding from him well. Now was a perfect time to go looking for loot to bring back. He slowly walked through the building that held the mineshaft, cautious as his heart started racing.
He looked over his shoulder and spotted the chainsaw above the Hillbilly’s shoulder, charging straight at him. Ace scrambled through the side entrance out of the way, hearing the chainsaw collide with the wall behind him. The Hillbilly recovered with an alarming speed, chasing after Ace. Ace just had to make it to the window, and he’d be able to lose the Hillbilly without issue. He was halfway through the window when the Hillbilly yanked on his leg, making him hold onto the window ledge for dear life.
The sledgehammer smashed into his leg, and Ace swore he could hear something shatter. He cried out loudly in pain, using his other leg to kick at the Hillbilly and free himself. He more or less fell from the window, holding his left leg that was most definitely broken. The Entity normally didn’t allow that to happen, the chase was ruined if one couldn’t even run. Being helpless like this was not something Ace liked, at all.
Then the Hillbilly turned around and went elsewhere. Ace grit his teeth in a forced smile as he watched the Hillbilly leave and his heart rate calmed. He grabbed the window ledge to help him stand, any pressure on his left leg sent a sharp, agonizing pain through it. Alive, at least. Yet, he couldn’t explain why. It was difficult to avoid the settling paranoia, there was no fixing his leg until he either escaped or died. It didn’t take a genius to realize that. He’d slow them down at best, and at worst, they’d use him as a distraction. It depended too much on who it was.
He hated it, having to watch his back for both survivors and Killers. They could lead the Hillbilly to him, whether by accident or on purpose, and he had to stay hidden. He walked around the rocks and other garbage in the way, heading back into the mineshaft. He could find something to at least give his leg support, and be able to walk on it. It’d be agonizingly slow, but it was better than the slow limp he was working with now. He froze when he heard footsteps, hiding under the ramp that lead above the depths of the mineshaft.
“Ace, I know you’re ‘ere.”
Shit. He kept a forced smile, even as his leg screamed in agony when he set it down. David turned the corner, eyes narrowed on Ace.
“You seriously lootin’ right now?”
“You all were doing fantastically. Thought I’d go and get something to bring back.”
It wasn’t an entire lie, but not what he was doing right now. David crossed his arms.
Ace’s attention darted to the pathway up as his heart started racing. David moved under the wooden ramp, Ace pressed his back against the wall. Through the wooden planks, they could see the Hillbilly walk above them and look around intently. He walked past, heading to the window Ace had fallen out of earlier. Ace shifted, the motion sending more pain through his leg. He almost screamed, until David clamped a hand over Ace’s mouth.
“Don’t move a single fuckin’ inch.”
David shoved Ace behind him, keeping his grip on Ace’s arm tight and his hand over Ace’s mouth. The Hillbilly walked back over to them, moving right past them and into the basement. Ace stayed still, even as the Hillbilly came back. Somehow, by some unnatural luck, they weren’t spotted. Neither of them moved until their heartbeats started slowing. David released his grip, putting his arms at his sides.
“Thank fuck ‘e can’t see shit.”
David started walking up the mineshaft, pausing when he heard a whine from muffled whine from Ace. Ace held his leg, still keeping up a grin.
“Sooner we leave the better, yeah?”
“Yeah, s’always the case. But, you can’t walk, can ya?”
Ace took a step forward, wincing at the pain he felt.
“Just gotta take my time. I’m still standing, aren’t I?”
Ace struggled to keep the fear from making his voice crack. This was, by far, one of the worst situations he found himself in. David rolled his eyes.
“Sure, barely. Don’t bullshit me, you’re gonna get caught if you keep trying to walk on that.”
David, without warning, walked close and lifted Ace over his shoulders.
“OW, hey! David, put me down!”
“Shut it, you’ll lead ‘im right to us! Besides, I’m trying to save your arse instead of leavin’ ya to hobble slower than a damn snail. Unless you feel like meeting chainsaw today.”
Ace sighed. Hard to argue with that. He let himself fall limp as he was carried across David’s shoulders fireman style. His leg still hurt, and any shift seemed to cause more pain.
“Just, don’t let the others see me over your shoulders like a ragdoll?”
“Fine, since your pride’s more important than your life.”
He huffed, not really wanting to argue more. He’d have plenty of time to piss off the scrapper when he wasn’t at his mercy. He felt David shift, and heard the distant dings of generators coming online. The gate’s switch lit up red.
“Settin’ ya down, careful.”
Ace nodded, leaning against the wall and staying off his left leg. He couldn’t see it under the pant leg, but there was no way it was looking pretty. He fought back whines of pain, keeping an eye out for the Hillbilly. The gate slowly opened after blaring several times. Using the wall as a support, Ace walked through the gate. David crossed his arms, walking next to him.
“Almost as stubborn as I am. Th’fuck are you tryin’ to prove?”
“Nothing, besides that I’m fine and can take care of myself.”
“You’re a royal fuckin’ moron.”
Ace couldn’t help a genuine, devious grin.
“Aww, you think I’m royal. Appreciate it.”
David let out a drawn out, annoyed sigh.
“It’s real damn tempting to beat the shit outta you.”
“Sorry, I’m a little booked at the moment. Maybe later?”
David just shook his head as he walked into the fog, Ace following behind him. When he reached the campfire, Ace let himself collapse next to it and let out a breath of relief. His leg still hurt, but now he had the chance to look at it. It was already a distinct purple color. David walked over, eyes widening slightly.
“Shit, didn’t think the Entity did broken bones that bad.”
Ace simply shrugged, giving a pained smile.
“I didn’t either, but.. Hey, the more you know, right?”
“Sit still, I’ll get Claudette to try ‘nd patch that up.”
Ace nodded, catching his breath. Now that adrenaline wasn’t running through his veins, it was painfully clear how much damage the hammer did. Claudette was in a sprint when she came over, kneeling beside him.
“Oh, God, this looks really bad. I’ll have to really put something together. Just, wait here, okay?”
In an instant she was gone, leaving David to sit beside Ace. The latter let out a sigh.
David smiled, giving a light pat on the back.
“Don’t mention it. Would do the same any day, even if I wanna smack ya.”
Ace leaned against David, laughing quietly.
“I’ll try not to do that to show my appreciation.”
David just shook his head, holding Ace close.
