I know nothing about DBD aside from some of your fanfics with the characters, but I noticed there’s something called The Entity, who I assume made the alternate dimension (?) and trials. But, maybe, I was wondering, would you consider writing The Entity x reader 👉👈
notes. so i wasn't entirely sure how to go about writing this given the fact that the entity is yknow. nothing but claws and. fog. but i really like the idea of her forming some kind of attachment so i'm giving this a shot but it might be a lil short mmhm mmhm.
premise. the impossible happens. the entity grows attached.
warnings. gn!reader, she/her prns used for the entity. killer!reader and survivor!reader, but it's survivor!reader centric. unhealthy attachments, canon-typical violence, mentions of reader death. this can be read as romantic or platonic, it's up to you.
Never in a million years did anyone in the fog see this happening. The Entity has never shown an interest in anything other than the death of survivors, so her sudden interest in you was concerning, to say the least.
It's hard to tell exactly what she's thinking. She doesn't communicate, not really. Not with words that you could understand, at least.
As a killer, her strange interest isn't too weird. She's been known to play favorites before, with a few examples being Danny and Jiwoon. You were a new addition, so maybe that's why she seemed so interested in you?
As a survivor, it was terrifying, having this enigmatic being be so interested in you. The other survivors avoided you because of her interest, and you can't really blame them. If she were interested in someone else, you'd avoid them to.
Instead of getting an abundance of neat little outfits, her interest manifests in crows constantly flying around you, and a thick fog seeming to trail behind you wherever you go. Outside of trails, the crows and fog were tolerable.
The crows, despite being uncanny, are decent company. They bring you little trinkets from the various realms in the fog, most of which you're able to use as little charms. Some of the crows like to rest on your shoulders, or your legs when you're sitting down.
And the trail of fog is... well... it's fog. It's cold. Though, it moves like it's alive. It curls around your ankles, and will curl around your hand too if you try touching it. It doesn't hurt you, you're not sure if it can, but it leaves you feeling uncomfortable. Like every time it touches you, it takes a piece of you.
The Entity is attached to you, but that doesn't mean you get any sort of special privilege. If you're a killer, you're still expected to murder survivors. Perhaps she even expects you to be the best at it, since you've caught her attention. And as a survivor, you're still doomed to die every trial.
You're not sure how long you've been here. Time in the fog moved differently. It was always night, save for the faux sunlight on that damn farm. You'd just gotten out of a trial, the familiar feeling of the Krasue's guts coiling around you stuck to your skin, and now amount of scrubbing made it go away.
You had strayed away from the campfire, just to the trees that constantly surrounded it. The other survivors told you to never stray too far, because certain killers were known to loiter around. You just needed some space to collect yourself.
A few crows perched on branches of the tree you rested against, faintly cawing. That same fog that followed you around during trials rested at a distance. It was thicker than usual, but it didn't approach. You're not sure if that made you feel better, or worse.
You stared at the fog, watching it. It had no eyes, but it felt like it was watching you, too. One of the crows flew down from the tree to rest next to you. You've learned that when this happens, it's because The Entity wants you to talk to her.
Honestly, you never know what to say. The first few times, you just begged her to let you go home. Begging was pointless, and you had even tried to just ignore The Entity as a whole, but... she doesn't like when you do that.
So you rambled. You talked about whatever came to mind. A memory from your childhood, or some odd occurrence that happened during a trial. Right now, though, you didn't have anything you wanted to talk about.
"Leave me alone," You quietly mumbled. The crow's head cocked to the side, and it cawed before flapping its wings and flying into the fog. The other crows were quick to follow, until it was just you and the fog.
It was... definitely surprising that the crows left. A part of you wonders if maybe you'd made some kind of mistake, a sick feeling of dread beginning to knot in your stomach as you watch the fog grow darker. It becomes inky black in just a few short moments, similar to the fog that had taken you.
And slowly, you watch as a single claw comes out of it. The same claw that stabs into your chest every time you're sacrificed. The Entity herself. You can't help but freeze, eyes wide as you watched the claw approach.
Was this the end? Would you finally die for good? You're not sure if you want to die, but if it means getting out of this hell, then maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for pain. The pain never came though, and when you finally muster the courage to open your eyes, the claw is just hovering in front of you. Slowly, she inches forward and taps your forehead.
Was... was she trying to comfort you?
The thought was absurd, and you would have laughed you weren't the one experiencing this.
Faint whispers filled the silence. A language you couldn't understand, but one you understood to belong to The Entity. She was talking to you, even though you had no idea what she was saying.
Out of everybody in the fog, you never imagined it to be The Entity herself offering you comfort. Honestly, you were probably misreading this entire situation, but... she wasn't hurting you. And as much as you hated it, you found yourself leaning into the comfort.
Tears you'd been holding back for who knows how long finally began to fall. You cry, and the claw of The Entity lightly taps your forehead again. The claw doesn't retract this time, just pressing against your skin. You lean against it, and hope that none of the other survivors come looking for you.
You're sure that if they saw you accepting comfort from the very being tormenting all of them, they'd just push you away more.
