Slashers With a Sick S/O Pt. 2
Reader meant to be Gender Neutral
Includes: Brahms Heelshire & Malcolm, Billy Lenz, Frank |The Legion|, Susie/Joey, Candyman, Dwight Fairfield, Evan McMillain |Trapper|, Herman Carter |The Doctor|
For DBD Characters I will be doing an AU where The Entity allows Killers/Survivors to return to their normal realms strictly for supplies. No contact except what's necessary.
Brahms Heelshire & Malcolm
Let’s be honest here Brahms would be able to care for you while you were sick for a while but he would need help for the times he regresses going into little space. It’s not that he doesn’t want to care for you full time he just simply struggles to handle any stressful situation and caring for another person is understandably stressful. Malcolm would need to be called eventually and you know he would drop everything rushing to both you and Brahms.
Malcolm and Brahms would end up both caring for you when they could. Malcolm may need to take some days off from work but he wouldn’t tell you about it till you were better he’d make up some excuse something along the lines of how good timing you had and that he had some days off lined up already. Just anything to stop you from trying to send him away.
Just imagine worried Brahms coming up to you his eyes wide with worry as Malcolm held him back stopping him from jumping into your arms for cuddles or physical reassurance. You are gonna be hearing a lot of “You want to get sick too Brahms?” from Malcolm.
Brahms would be next to you as much as he can not wanting to leave you for a second. If you asked for something though Brahms would be zooming through the halls and walls at full speed seeing your request as a time-sensitive mission that must be completed as quickly as possible.
Just imagine Malcolm on his way up from the kitchen food in hand for both you and Brahms when the man rushed past him scurrying to retrieve whatever you asked for catching Malcolm off guard and leaving him confused. Then a crash sounds plot twist Brahms tripped and now Malcolm has a crying Brahms and a sick Reader to take care of.
Malcolm was focused a tray of food in hand. It was nothing special a simple sandwich and home made-soup Malcolm froze as Brahms rounded the corner. “Brahms? Is everything oka-” Malcolm was ignored however as Brahms zoomed past Malcolm at top speed his cardigan waving in the wind behind him. Malcolm was speechless as he watched Brahms run off disappearing around another corner. Sighing Malcolm decided to ignore whatever the masked man was getting into knowing he wouldn't be away from your side for long.
Before Malcolm could take another step however a loud crash sounded somewhere down the corridor causing him to jump “Bloody hell! Brahms?!”
Brahms sniffled by your side a few butterfly bandages on his forehead keeping a small gash that resided there held together. Malcolm sat at the foot of your bed rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Billy Lenz
Honestly- outside of the realm of cuddles and screwing Billy would struggle.
He could bring you easy-to-make foods like crackers or premade food or the cans where you simply pop them open from a little tab at the top. Don't expect any warm food though. Cold leftovers? Maybe.
Billy wouldn’t get many chances to care for you though if we're going with the idea that you're staying in the sorority house and since I'm the author here- we are going with that idea. He would try his care would mainly come from simply being there for you he would curl up into you and stay there.
He would be happy in fact that you were sick because it meant you had to stay home with him and he could have you all to himself.
Imagine him making your bed into a little nest for the both of you over time slowly migrating to your room from the attic. Would definitely spend all his time in your room after that only going into the cold attic when someone came into your room. Just imagine this absolute gremlin of a man hissing and scurrying off.
You laid in your bed staring at your ceiling as Billy curled into you the both of you wrapped in an ungodly amount of blankets that did little to help the steadily growing fever you had. Surely one of the girls would barge in your room sooner or later scolding you for the excesses amount of blankets and Billy would scurry off hiding and waiting till they left his eyes squinted in offense. How dare they interrupt [Y/n] time? He would surely think plotting their murder before they left and he returned to you his mood restored and all plotting forgotten to only be reignited later.
Frank |Legion| (Some Susie/Joey)
Aha- as much as I love this man (I may be a Legion main-) he would do the bare minimum. Like- the BARE minimum. You better hope you can take care of yourself otherwise you would most likely need to get Susie or Joey to help you out with anything.
You being sick would obviously affect how you perform in trials so if you asked okay begged Frank would maybe get some things you needed/wanted if he remembered. It’s not that Frank doesn’t care about you it’s more the fact that he doesn’t feel the need to coddle you. I mean- it wasn't like you could truly die or anything.
I could see him allowing you to cuddle next to him if he’s lounging and I could see him letting you stay in Ormond with him and his friends if you weren’t already.
He would take it easier on you in trials though he would never admit it and if you or anyone asked him about it he would definitely become hostile about it. He’s like a bomb, don't light or you will get an explosion.
While Frank would be more apathetic towards your illness Susie and Joey would care and put effort in by checking your temp and all that fun stuff. Susie would make effort and remember what you wanted chanting your list of stuff in her head before trying her hardest to secure the goods in whatever amount of time the Entity has allowed her. Same with Joey he would also make an effort checking in on you every now and then and pretending you didn’t exist in trials as much as the Entity would allow.
The rhythmic sounds of the generator in front of you had never sounded more irritating as you worked your hands deep inside the machine while your nose ran causing you to sniffle. Every other survivor had been avoiding you like the plague (aha get it) not wanting to catch whatever you had managed to fall ill with. Your heart rate picked up and a pool of red light showed from around the corner of the wall you were hidden behind. Too tired you simply pulled your arms from the machine before standing on shaky legs. You were sure you were a pathetic sight.
Looking up you saw the familiar mask of Frank and the corner of your lips dipped downward. You really didn’t want to run today, your lungs felt as if they were stuffed with cotton, and you doubted you would make it far if you tried. Giving up you let yourself slump against the wooden wall next to the generator you were working on waiting for Frank to either leave and ignore you that round of for him to pick you up securing an easy kill and sending you back to Ormond to rest where you would undoubtedly be tended to by Susie and Joey.
Candyman
This man- lemme just tell you if you thought you were just getting a little oh what you're sick? Here's some tap water YOU WERe WrONG his care will be immaculate this man would move literal cosmic galaxies for you waiting on your beck and call every hour of the day. What’s that you sick you say? Let me go out to get you silk sheets the best medicine and hundred-year-old home remedies using only the finest ingredients.
You will be pampered so much you might just die from sheer heartache for this man. And even if you did no biggie he’d just do some shit and bring you back with him. Your his forever and since your his he will make sure you are taken care of in every sense of the word.
Expect sweet words, like this man will be full-on spitting gentle poetry at you for even the simplest of questions. He will make you feel worshiped and loved and would not be against cuddling you even if you were hacking up a storm.
He would bring you fresh tea for your throat as he takes your temperature asking you how you feel while holding your hands and looking deep into your eyes.
Every word you would say he would memorize taking everything to heart and acting upon even the most ludicrous request. He also wouldn’t shame you and would be more than happy to hold your hair back and comfort you as you threw up.
Despite how horrible you were feeling you couldn’t stop the way your heart throbbed wonderfully as Daniel approached you a warm smile on his handsome face. He was holding a warm mug filled to the brim with freshly made tea. Handing you the drink he slid into bed next to you his good hand holding you close. He placed gentle kisses on you cheek and neck all the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear letting you know how much he loved and valued you. How he would do anything for you and how you were perfect to him.
The buzzing of bees were a comforting sound to you and helped lull you into a blissful sleep as your body worked to fight off the illness overwhelming your body. As you began to drift off Daniel took the mug from your hand letting you rest your head on his chest. His fingers danced through your hair “Sleep well my Honeycomb.”
Dwight Fairfield
This boy will be so nervous like he will pass away from nerves. He’ll be fretting over you constantly “Are you okays?” and “How are you feeling?” will be asked even in trials he’ll be working on a gen with you and timidly look up asking how you are. EVEN if you're the killer. This sweetheart will stop mid-chase at the smallest cough turning to fret over you.
He’ll be like a helicopter parent watching everything you do and making sure you do only things to improve your condition no matter what it is. “What’s that [Y/n] you want me to get you [Insert unhealthy thing]? I think not!”
This nerdy man has an overwhelming need to care for the people around him even if it hurts himself so Dwight is definitely the next one in the Entity’s realm to get sick. He will feel absolutely defeated if you don't improve at all but that would only push him to care for you more.
Imagine Dwight just coming up to you after a visit to get supplies completely decked out with multiple masks and all that with gloves and cleaning gear on the ready. He just stands watch at your side spraying anything and anyone with cleaning chemicals when they get too close or try to speak to you all while he’s yelling “Die germs!”
Needless to say, the killers will actively avoid you to escape Dwights wrath.
Danny was curled up his eyes wide and his breathing ragged as he hid fear pulsing through his veins. The thudding of footsteps could be heard not far away. Covering his mouth to silence his shocked gasp he watched from under a bed as brown shoes collided with the wooden floor of your cabin that he had broken into in search of you. “Come here Danny boy.” Dwight’s voice taunted further terrifying the formidable killer.
“No!” Danny screamed as his ankles were grabbed and he was dragged from his safe haven “Mercy! Please!” his begs were to no avail as he was sprayed down with a concoction of cleaning supplies Dwight had whipped up. “Be gone you germ-covered heathen!!” Dwight yelled pulling another spray bottle filled with cleaner from his crude tool belt filled with cleaning supplies.
You silently watched the situation from your bed while Michael looked through the slits in your closet eyes wide with pure terror. Once Dwight was finished with Danny leaving him dead on the floor he slowly turned making eye contact with The Shape.
“Run. Save yourself.” Danny weakly moaned reaching out for the burly man in your closet.
Evan McMillan |The Trapper|
He would pat you on the head and set you up in a bed and that would be it unless you asked for more help/care.
His overall lack of care isn’t coming from a place where he doesn’t want to care for you or that he’s too busy too he simply never was cared for when he himself was sick so to him what he did was normal. It was what you did for sick people. They could still fend for themself, right?
If you were so sick you couldn’t it would take him a while to realize the extra care you needed one of the other survivors or killer would most likely need to point it out to him even. However, once he realized how you need more care than a simple here’s a bed and some water have fun he’ll feel horrible and be over-attentive. Basically hovering over you at all times and making sure your every need is cared for.
He isn’t as gentle as some of the other slashers/survivors would be but he’s trying truly. This man came from a place where he never really had to care for another person and it shows.
He would feel bad about his lack of experience and would most likely still enlist someone to help him for your sake. Expect constant visits to Herman until you get better. Under Evan’s supervision of course.
Evan sat next to you his hands in his lap as he watched your uneven breathing with furrowed brows. Your face was flushed and your eyes screwn together in discomfort. Reaching out he brushed a few strands of hair from your face. He had never been so worried for you, he knew you were strong and could take care of yourself but here barely being able to breathe you looked so frail. “You’re doing fine Evan. They’ll get better soon I promise.” Herman said sighing as he watched his friend’s internal struggle Evan’s mind whirling with shame and worry. You’ve taken care of him many times before and yet when you needed him he had failed.
Herman Carter |The Doctor|
Aha- have fun.
He will not even hesitate in dragging you to his realm his doctor mode activated. He’ll set you up in a room at the old hospital, aka his room but he wouldn’t admit to it and would sleep in his office, and immediately take your temp and give you a thorough checkup he’d even have records on his findings.
Lots of meds will be sent your way and depending on how sick you really were this man may even get a drip IV involved just to be extra. It'll be like you live full-time in a hospital with a crazy doctor. So hope you are not scared of needles.
He will and I mean WILL no buts about it treat you like a mini-experiment that he is in love with (Nothing too outlandish) especially if you’re the first one in the Entity’s realm to truly get sick. His care would be amazing when he’s not busy working on theories and experimental treatments for you.
Carter will secretly want to prolong your sickness if only so he can get more research done. But hey at least the place will be pretty clean.
Carter sat next to you, the room you were laying in smelling like a hospital pumped full of chemicals. The methodical clicking of a pen was the only thing you could hear aside from the periodical scribbling. “How are you feeling today [Y/n]?” his question had you turning your head to look at him, his headgear removed to allow easier communication. Closing your eyes you replied your voice hoarse as your nose was clogged uncomfortably. “Same as yesterday.” you had mumbled making Herman frown. “Well, seems like it’s time to try something new,” he said throwing the clipboard he held aside before standing and placing a hand on your overheated forehead. A syringe in hand and a worryingly manic smile on his face.
