Wedding Day
Eddie Gluskin x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: literally all the things omg. Murder. Body parts being pulled apart adn changed and eddie is eddie who truly is mentally unwell. The reader goes along with it to stay alive. If you have played outlast than i can assume you know the whole vibe
Author’s Note: would i be remiss to say eddie my love or is that…that not cool
Summary: Would it be safer to stay with Eddie than to anger him?
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
The cannibal guy was the worst thing you had run into thus far. You knew you shouldn’t have even questioned Murkoff after the whole female ward was transferred. You shouldn’t have kicked up a fuss about the shady things that had gone on here but you did, because you thought you were getting the patients justice.
Now the patients were trying to kill you.
You were aware of the irony.
Frank Manera, the cannibal as you had dubbed him, had chased you through the incinerators until you lost him in the courtyard. You weren’t sure where you were now. The place was huge and it was a maze, each turn more disorienting than the last. You could only imagine actually working here. It was even harder to imagine being a patient, unsure of which way you were going, which place they were taking you in the muddled horror.
Murkoff had asked you in for an interview a couple of days ago and then you were a patient. It didn’t last very long, the breakout happening almost as quickly as you had been ‘admitted’. They made sure that you knew you were the only woman here, that whatever horrors happened to you you had asked for in your complaints.
You were in some sort of basement. There seemed to be two men muttering to themself, disputing about some argument. You had learned to stop listening to the patients. They usually never made sense. It just made you more scared in the long run.
You were slowly dissenting into the depths of the hospital but you would rather go down and back up than just keep going up.
“Silly!” a voice called. “I can hear you, in the walls! Rats in the walls!”
You breathed deeply, trying to slow your movements so that they wouldn’t be able to find where you were.
“Shut up!” another, deeper voice called. “If we give him to the groom, then we will be spared!” they hissed. Give him? The groom? You ducked and slid into what seemed to be stairs going to the basement. You started going down anyway and then jumped the last of the way, landing in a dark sewing area. You cleared your throat shakily, trying to find out where the hell you were. You walked over to one of the murky windows and tried to look out.
There weren't any differentiating things outside. Only trees. No roads, no courtyards, no cars. How far away were you from the front of the hospital?
“Darling?”
You jumped, turning on your heels at the sound of a deep male voice, wistfully speaking. It was one of the least technically threatening voices you had heard here but you still stood on guard. Out of the shadows came a man, extending a hand. He was wearing a makeshift tux, seemingly out of different uniforms.
He had already seen you. There was no point in running or dropping to the ground; he would catch you before you got too far. For the first time you were trapped in a corner. You thought about trying to fall through the window behind you but you knew it was reinforced, like every single other window here.
The man's face came into the view of the small amount of light. It illuminated the disfigurements on his face and his bloodshot eyes. You swallowed.
“What are you doing out here? It’s dangerous you know,” he suggested, smiling. You gripped the window sill as tightly as you could. He was coming closer.
“Who are you?” you questioned.
“You speak! I was starting to wonder,” he purred. He was only a few feet away from you. He noticed the look of your face and your body, something he hadn’t seen in a very, very, long time. “Oh.” His grin widened. “You won’t be needing any modifications.”
“Modifications?”
“You’re perfect.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re going to be late to our ceremony. I’m so glad I found you!” He grabbed your hand. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what his delusion of choice was.
The groom
His tux.
Darling?
You were his bride. That was what he believed.
And honestly, however terrifying that was, you were just beyond happy he didn’t want to eat you.
“What’s your name?” you asked, breathing out deeply.
“Eddie Gluskin. And yours darling?”
His hand was threatening, the one that rested beside you on the window sill. He was so close you could feel his breathing.
“Y/N.”
“Natural born perfection, Y/N.”
Without warning he scooped you up into his arms. You marveled at his strength for a moment, the moment after the fear ran through your body. Where was he taking you? What was he going to do?
“How did you get stuck in here darling? Tsk, tsk. It’s dangerous!” He seemed to know where he was taking you. There was no point in trying to fight him and all things considered, you would rather be a bride than be separated from your head.
“I don’t know,” you said honestly.
There was a loud crash down the hallway that you were passing by. You jumped, gripping his shoulder but Eddie remained stagnant, holding you securely. It felt sort of…nice to know that if someone ran at you he would likely take care of them before they actually got to you.
You ignored the fate he could bring you to and gripped him tighter.
“Where are we going Eddie?”
“To get you ready. Would you like to see your dress? My mother always said I shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding but there wasn’t anything else suited than what I could make with my hands.”
You nodded.
“I would like to see my dress,” you breathed. “Did you make your tux as well?” you asked, shakily.
“I did. Only the best for you darling.” You entered a room with a long table and a man laying there. He was covered in blood, clearly dead. He was…disfigured. In many different ways. You gripped Eddie and he almost shielded your eyes as he shook his head.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. I went through many before finding you,” he explained. You nodded slowly. You had never been so happy to be a girl.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. He took you past that room. You passed messages on the wall that said things like ‘love makes a house a home’. There were diagrams for dresses, along with makeshift half made outfits.
“Would you mind walking darling? We have to go downstairs.” You nodded and let him gently put you down. You landed on your feet and were unsure what to do other than follow him. You stayed close behind, careful not to be separated from Eddie in case someone tried to take a swing at you.
You followed him down the stairs.
“We will be a wonderful family,” he explained. “You and me and our children. I’ll make sure nothing happens to them, nothing ever happens to any of you,” he promised. Someone ran past a couple of rooms ahead of you. You jumped, grabbing his arm. He put his hand on yours. He smiled, bordering the line of sinister and sweet.
“Nothing,” he promised.
“Where are we going Eddie?”
“Just a little further darling.” You entered what looked like an altar of some sort. There was a mannequin with the dress up in the front. “For you,” he said, voice deep. You breathed hard.
Okay.
There’s no way this could be binding. May as well?
“Can you take it off? I don’t want to ruin it before I can even put it on,” you suggested. He nodded, bowing his head and slowly removing it. After a moment he handed it to you. “Now?” you breathed.
“Of course.” He made no move to turn around. You nodded slowly and took a deep breath, in your chest and then out. You quickly removed the jumpsuit they had given you and put the dress on.
It was surprisingly comfortable but not as agile as you would have liked.
“After this, can we leave?” you questioned. “We can’t possibly have kids here. I mean, where would they even sleep?”
“There are plenty of places here to pick from!” he said but his mind seemed elsewhere. He looked at you in the dress and breathed shakily, noticeably taken aback.
“You look beautiful,” he said, smiling brightly.
“But wouldn’t it be easier for us outside?”
“We shouldn’t argue now.” He offered up his hand. “We have a ceremony to do.”
You felt the urge to pull your hand away but you looked back down the dark hallway you had come. You would never survive out there on your own. Despite everything, you would be safer with Eddie as long as you kept him on your side.
Which meant today was your wedding day.
“Of course darling.”
You gave him your hand and stepped onto the altar.
