Familiar Fantasy (Abandoned, rewriting)

by Mlemblep

Summary:

Oliver Andrews is just a normal dude, he has a job, likes animals, and enjoys playing video games. What's his favorite game you ask? Why, it's Dead by Daylight of course! Thats right, Oliver comes from our reality! So, what happens when someone who is obsessed with these survivors and killers gets enveloped by the fog? I guess we will see!

Chapter 1: A New World

Oliver Anthony found himself waking up in the grass, where was he? last time he checked, he lived in the middle San Francisco, he was pretty far from any grass that he knew of, unless he somehow made it to the park. He didn't think he got that drunk last night. He rose to his feet, looking around. He immediately noticed that he didn't recognize any landmarks, he knew it wasn't the park since he had gone there on a few occasions.

He suddenly heard a scream in the distance, one that sounded oddly familiar, he ran towards it only to be halted by metal teeth digging into his leg. He screamed out in agony and looked down, what was a bear trap doing here?

He heard a flurry of footsteps behind him and whipped his head around only to see a familiar face. This man looked oddly a lot like Jake Park from Dead By Daylight... No way, that's obviously not possible, this man just looks like Jake.

"Don't move." The man said simply, leaving no room for argument as he struggled to pull the trap apart. Oliver gaped at the man as he opened the trap, he then quickly pulled his foot out before the trap could snap shut again. "Come on!" the man shouted as he threw Oliver's arm over his shoulder and stood up. Oliver yelped but held strong, something told him that he shouldn't argue. Instead, he limped until they reached a wall and the man gently set him down, his back leaning against the wall. The man then pulled some bandages from a pocket in his dark green jacket, he quickly began to wrap it around the wound. The man the stood up, offering a hand to Oliver, who took it gratefully, but once he stood, he found that his leg didn't hurt. Probably just shock, that's what he told himself at least.

"So, what's your name, newbie?" He asked as they walked, keeping his voice low and constantly looking around as if he was expecting something to pop up at any moment... Weird. Also, why did this man call him newbie? What is he new at?

"The name's Oliver, What about you?' He said.

"Jake." The man said simply. Ok, his name was Jake too? This was getting kind of weird.

Oliver opened his mouth to question Jake further but was cut off by the sound of a heartbeat in his ears that was quickly getting louder. "Shit. Run! It's the-" Jake started.

"Trapper." Oliver finished, he had turned around and was staring at the monster of a man in front of him, who had stopped to study him. There was no denying it anymore, he had somehow been transported into his favorite video game, and what was the first thing he wanted to do? He took a few steps forward and The Trapper looked confused. Oliver raised his hands and placed them on the chest of the giant and squeezed. "Man, these are so much bigger in person, they're really hard too."

The Trapper was taken aback by the action but then yelled out, enraged, He brought down his cleaver and Oliver's world went black.

Chapter 2: Meeting The Survivors

Oliver felt something softly poking his side, he let out a quiet sound but didn't open his eyes. He was poked again and this time a let out a small laugh. "Hey, stop that, that tickles." He said as he swatted at whatever was poking his side.

"Get up!" he heard a rough voice say. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around, only to see himself surrounded by a group of people, people that he recognized. "Took ya long enough." the rough voice said again. Oliver saw the voice coming from David King, not exactly what he thought his voice would sound like but, oh well.

Oliver sat up and looked closely at each person. The group composed of Dwight, Claudette, David, Kate, Bill, Ace, and Nea. He looked past them to the campfire, Meg was doing some leg stretches, Chris and Quentin were casually chatting, Leon was showing Laurie how to assemble flashbangs, and Ada and Feng were talking about their favorite kinds of music.

He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked over to see Claudette, her sweet face twisted into one of concern. "Hon, are you alright?" she asked, her voice was just as sweet and caring as he had imagined.

"Yes, I'm alright, thank you." Oliver replied, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

Dwight stood and walked closer; he then offered his hand to the new survivor. "Here, get up." He said simply. Oliver gratefully took the hand of the nervous leader, He didn't expect Dwight to be so blunt, but he really couldn't blame him; especially since he was the first.

"Thanks, Dwight." Oliver said calmly. They all paused, and he watched as the leader's face turn to one of surprise, and then to one of confusion and slight fear.

"How... How do you know my name, I've never seen you before... I don't think at least." the leader looked down, thinking.

Oliver chuckled. "You probably won't believe me, but I'll tell you anyways. You might want to go sit down for a first though this will probably be quite a shock."

Nea rolled her eyes while Dwight nodded, He motioned for the group to follow him as he turned and started to head towards the campfire. They followed while eyeing Oliver curiously.

Dwight sat on a log next to where meg stood and motioned for Oliver to take a seat on the log next to him. The new survivor sat down and looked over at the others, some looked at him, a few even waved or said a small hello. Oliver smiled and turned to Dwight.

"Ok, so in my reality, this all," Oliver motioned with his hands at everything around him. "Doesn't exist, and in my reality is actually a video game called Dead By Daylight, hence the reason I knew your name, Dwight."

Several more people turned and stared at him as he finished, the leader was wide-eyed and simply starred for a moment before daring to speak. "How... How is this possible?" He started. "I mean, we've already established that we all come from different realities, but a reality where this is all some video game? I mean, It's definitely possible, and if there are really infinite realities, then I guess there's no chance that it wouldn't exist..." Dwight trailed off and then paused, realizing that he was rambling. "Oh.. sorry about that." he apologized while giving a shy smile. Damn he's cute.

The next to speak was Feng. "So, what kind of gameplay was there?" She asked excitedly.

"Well Feng," Oliver started. "The game was actually pretty unique in that you were able to play as either the good guys; The survivors, or the bad guys; The killers." He then turned to Dwight. "You, you bundle of nerves. You're actually my favorite survivor." He said with a smile.

"Wait, me?" The leader asked in shock, pointing to himself.

"Of course ya are. Actually, a lot of people in my reality like you, I've seen so many drawings of you it ain't even funny! There are even quite a few people who think you are pretty cute, me included." Oliver said with a wink and watched as the leader's eyes went wide and cheeks went red.

Oliver listened as a few people around him said " ooooooo!" And "Awww!" Claudette even gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Most stayed quiet though.

Dwight looked down at his lap and a hand reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Well. I. Um..." The leader trailed off and then covered his face with his hands. Of course, Oliver thought it was adorable.

But, before he could say anything he heard fast approaching footsteps and panting, he looked over to see Jake, Vittorio, and Clair running for the camp. They slowed as they got closer and eventually all stopped to catch their breaths. Suddenly, Jake looked at the new survivor and spoke. "Oliver, what that fuck was that?" He said panting.

Almost all of the survivors turned to look at Oliver, he assumed that drama was pretty rare around here. Claudette looked at Jake. "What's wrong? Did he do something wrong?" She asked, her tone laced with worry as she looked back at the new survivor.

They all turned to Jake as he spoke. "He just walked up to The Trapper and squeezed his chest!" Jake shouted.

All around there were gasps and a few people busted out laughing. "That's hilarious!" Meg said between laughs.

"Hell yeah it is!" Ace laughed.

"No, it's not, The Trapper was pissed!" Jake exclaimed. "At least he was so pissed that he became clumsy and kept missing!"

"Sounds like you should be thanking me." Oliver said with a laugh.

"No, we really shouldn't because now he's going to-" Jake was cut off.

"Heeeyyyyy~" a playful voice said.

They all turned, and Oliver stopped, he had to process what he was seeing.

There at the edge of the forest simply stood...

Ghostface.

Chapter 3: Meeting (one of) the killers

Out of the corner of his eye, Oliver saw Dwight freeze. Seeing the leader scared was both expected but also it bothered the new survivor, he didn't want to see this man scared. Oliver stood and walked over to the killer.

"Oooooh hey there hot stuff, you're new.~" Ghostface flirted, it looked like he was leaning against something invisible. Was The Wraith standing there? No, Oliver didn't see the shimmering air that would've shown him.

Oliver struck a pose. "Hey there cutie.~" He said with a sly smile and wink.

"Oh I like you, you're definitely my type.~" The killer said, chuckling.

"So, what brings you here? Or did you just come here to flirt?~" The survivor spoke, wiggling his hips enticingly.

"Well," Ghostface looked down and crossing his arms as he started. "The Trapper came back from his trial yelling about how some new survivor came up to him and squeezed his chest, and how it caused him to mess up his trial. That wouldn't have been you, would it?~" The killer finished, looking back up at Oliver.

"What lil ol' me? Of course not." The survivor said, striking a dramatic pose before he looked back at Ghostface, laughing. "Yeah, that was me." He said with a smile.

Ghostface laughed. "Well, that's funny as fuck, maybe I should have you come and do that to me.~" He suggested, pressing his hand to the invisible wall.

Wait... Invisible wall?

Oliver looked back at the killer's gloved hand and it looked as if it was pressed against the worlds clearest glass. The survivor's hand reached forward and expected to feel some sort of surface, but his hand simply passed by the killer's. Ghostface must have seen the survivor's confusion because he spoke up.

"Oh yeah, the entity set up a barrier between us and you guys so that we don't come in and just massacre you outside of trials, seeing how the spider bitch enjoys her food with a show, I don't really understand it. However, you guys are able come over here at any time you'd like. Again, I really don't understand why, but it rarely happens anyways since most of you guy's want nothing to do with any of us. Usually the most that any of you guys do over here is look for junk, sometimes she drops stuff from our previous life for all of us to find." The killer spoke as if this was common knowledge.

Oliver turned and looked back at the other survivors, a few of them nodded at him. The survivor turned back to the killer. "That's odd. I can understand why The Entity would prohibit killers from coming in here, but why can the survivors cross over there?" He pondered this for a second, he then realized something. "Wait, that means I can do this!" The survivor reached his hand outside of the barrier and poked the killer's chest before pulling his arm back to safety. "poke." he said with a giggle.

"Yeah, I guess you could do that." The killer said, his voice somewhat confused. He then chuckled. "Here, give me your hand." He said, raising his own hand.

The survivor looked for a second, wondering if he should. He hesitantly raised his hand and grabbed the killer's, who yanked him outside of the safety of the barrier.

Ghostface pulled Oliver close and whispered in his ear: "Whaddya say we get out of here? I know a few things we could do.~" He said, before letting go.

The survivor pulled back. "That does sound nice, but at the moment, I think I'd like to get to know the people that I will literally spending eternity with."

"Yeah, that makes sense." The killer shrugged. "But, the offer will still stand, all ya gotta do is ask. Oh!" He suddenly exclaimed and pulled Oliver closer to whisper in his ear." "What if we were to mess around in trials, hmm? I bet that would really piss that spider bitch off." The survivor could practically hear the man smirking.

Oliver pulled himself away with a smirk playing across his own lips. "Ooooh, I like that idea, but, we would have to wait until we're in a trail together." He pointed out.

"Oh, that is true." Ghostface spoke. "Oh well, I guess we'll have to wait, i need to get back to camp before The Trapper starts to freak out again, see ya!" The killer quickly waved, then turned to leave.

"Hey, wait!" Oliver spoke quickly causing the killer to stop in his tracks and turn around, looking at the survivor curiously. Oliver paused for a second, then smiled. He knew exactly what to say.

"Do ya think you might be able to deliver a message for me?" He asked, his thick southern accent coming out strongly.

"Oh? A message? Who could you have a message for? The Trapper?" The killer questioned, his arms crossing. Oliver simply shook his head, quickly looked back at the other survivors, then turned back and motioned the killer closer.

his long, braided, ginger hair brushed the killers shoulder as he was pulled closer. He whispered into the killer's ear; "Do ya think you could tell daddy Wesker that the newbie says hi?"

"That guy? Oh that asshole wouldn't give you the time of day, he wouldn't give anyone the time of day. That arrogant prick is too busy with his "research" to care about anyone else." Ghostface said, his voice growing steadily angrier, then suddenly relaxing. "I do like to mess with him though, so sure, I'll deliver your message, I'll make sure to call him daddy Wesker too, that'll piss him off."

"Oh, and one more thing, now that I'm thinkin' 'bout it, I've got another message, but this one is for The Wraith." Oliver's hand reached up to rub at the back of his neck. Others have told him before how his whole demeanor changes when he talks about his favorite killer, he himself noticed how he seemed to change just thinking about him, especially after playing the dating simulator. The Wraith's shy and sweet demeanor made him fall hard.

The sound of Ghostface clearing his throat made Oliver snap out of his thoughts.

"Oh, um, sorry about that." The survivor chuckled nervously. "I just want you to tell The Wraith..." He trailed off, looking down as his pale cheeks turned a dusty pink. "I-I just want him to know..." he trailed off once again.

"Jeez, are you sure you're the same guy that i was talking to a minute ago? Are you really that scared of him?" The killer teased.

The survivor looked back up at Ghostface. "Oh, no, that's not it at all." Oliver took a step closer and spoke quietly. "Do ya think you could tell him that I think he's pretty cute?" He finally got out.

The killer chuckled and turned to face a nearby tree. "Did you get that, Philly?" He said, seemingly to nothing, but Oliver knew better.

"What!?" The survivor almost shouted, then turned to the same tree, he could just barely see a slight shimmer in the air and he felt as his face lost all color. He watched as footprints appeared in the dirt as the invisible killer ran away, not making a sound. "Wait! Don't... Leave." the last word was barely a whisper. He looked back to the other killer only to discover that he has also left. He turned and sadly began to walk back towards the campfire and the other survivors who were chatting amongst themselves. The only one who was still looking at him was Dwight.

Chapter 4: A temporary reprieve

As soon as Oliver sat down, he was bombarded by questions from the other survivors.

"What did you and him talk about?" Quentin asked.

"It sounded like he said that he likes you, why?" Nea questioned.

"Why do you look so sad, are you alright?" Asked Claudette.

Before he could open his mouth, a ding sounded from his pocket, it was his phone, wait... His phone!? He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the device, he looked at it in awe for a second before it was snatched away from him. He looked over to see Dwight fiddling with it.

The survivor gasped when the device lit up in his hand, Oliver leaned over to watch the screen and a few survivors moved behind Dwight so that they could watch as well. All eyes were on Dwight and the phone in his hand.

The first thing Oliver noticed was the lack of any calling or messaging apps, where they were before was blank spaces. he noticed that a few of his games were missing as well but only the ones that required other people online to play. He watched as Dwight desperately searched for any means of communication to the outside world but found nothing. He watched as the other survivors hands fell down into his lap as he lost the little hope that came with the phone.

Oliver reached over and gently took the phone from Dwight's hands, the dark-haired man looked up sadly with tears in his eyes. They only locked eyes for a moment but that was all it took. Oliver pulled Dwight into a tight hug, surprising the smaller man, but once he processed what was happening, he broke down.

The two of them sat there holding each other, Oliver could feel the others staring at them but he didn't care, he just wanted to comfort this crying man. He heard Dwight mumble something but couldn't make it out. He pulled back slightly and looked down at the other man. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." He said gently.

Dwight looked down. "I.. I was hoping that the phone would be our escape, but..." He covered his face with his hands. "There was nothing." Oliver sighed sadly and pulled the other man closer once again. He noticed Claudette standing up out of the corner of his eye and watched as she approached. She sat down on the log on the other side of Dwight and rested her hand on his back. The man jumped slightly at the unexpected touch but quickly relaxed.

Oliver looked over at the phone that he still held, he turned it on and swiped the lock screen away. He noticed that he still had youtube so he nudged Dwight and opened the app, the dark-haired man looked at him, wiping away tears and he motioned to his phone. He opened the search bar and typed in funny animal videos, he really hoped that The Entity didn't screw with one of the few things that made him feel joy. He tapped on the first video that came up.

Dwight sniffled and watched the video playing on the screen while he leaned against the orange-haired man. Oliver was vaguely aware of others gathering behind them to watch as the first clip began to play. A small kitten was trying to pounce on a large dog's wagging tail, only to get knocked over by said tail, the next clip was a small dog jumping into a snow drift and almost completely disappearing, the one after that was someone using a cat toy to make their cat spin in circles and when the cat stopped spinning, it fell over from being too dizzy.

Clip after clip was played and soon enough, Oliver could pick Dwight's laughter out of the crowd and he laughed right along with him.

Eventually, the video ended and the laughter died down, the other survivors went back to sitting around the fire and chatting with each other. The red-head felt a light tap on his shoulder and looked over to see the dark-haired man looking at him with a small smile on his face.

"Thank you, Oliver. I really enjoyed that, it was fun." Dwight said, his small smile growing slightly bigger.

"No problem, Dwight. I couldn't stand seeing you sad, like I said, you're my favorite." Oliver said with a smile. "Oh, and by the way, you can call me Ollie if you'd like."

"Oh ok.. Ollie" The smaller man replied, his sweet smile was almost too much for the southerner.

They sat silently for a while smiling and, simply enjoying each other's company.

Suddenly, Oliver started to feel lightheaded, He attempted to stand but collapsed to the ground, he noticed a few others do the same, but couldn't tell who.

"Dwight? What's happening to me?" He asked, looking up at the dark-haired man who knelt down by his side.

The other man looked at him with a sad expression. "You're getting taken to a trial." He said simply. "I'll be waiting for you to get back." He added right before Oliver closed his eyes and his conscience faded completely.

Chapter 5: Screw that doll!

Summary:

Sorry for not posting for so long.

Also, from here on, I will be writing in third person omniscient because I find it much easier to write in than third person limited.

:3

Oliver awoke once again on the ground. Looking around he noticed the dirt was dry and cracked and yellow grass grew in small tufts all around, an abundance of crows flew overhead while spindly tree branches loomed threateningly around him. He recognized this place.

The Forsaken Boneyard.

Tiny glowing footprints appeared all around, he knew that it could only be Chucky or Tiffany, he would rather face Tiffany as she was much nicer.

Standing up and brushing himself off, he looked for any blinking lights indicating where a generator might be.

"Oliver! Hey Oliver!" He heard a female voice whisper-yell. He looked over and saw Mikaela waving him over from behind a boulder. He walked over to her. "Follow me, there's a generator this way." She continued then started to walk.

He followed closely behind her, keeping an eye out for any living dolls.

When they finally approached the generator, Mikaela couched down next to it and motioned Oliver to come closer, once he crouched down next to her, she spoke. "Here, since you're new, I'll show you how to work these things." She grabbed two wires and started touching them together, causing tiny sparks to erupt from them. "Here, you try it out." She said, scooting to the side and holding them for him to take.

He moved into position and grabbed the wires from her. He touched them together in the same fashion as her and small sparks erupted from them and a cloud of steam came from a pipe attached to the side.

Mikaela reached forward and twisted a small knob. "Whenever steam comes out of that pipe, you have to twist this knob." She explained. Oliver simply nodded, he figured that if he didn't, the thing would blow up like it did in the game.

She continued to walk him though repairing the generator when suddenly he heard a scream in the distance, his concentration broke and he didn't hear the steam, a second later, the whole thing blew up, showering the area in sparks.

"Damn it!" Mikaela cursed. "We need to run. Now!" she added, standing up.

Oliver did the same as another scream was let out in the distance, he knew that someone had just gotten hooked. He turned to the other survivor. "Go, I'm going for the save." He said to her before starting to run in the direction of the hooked survivor.

Mikaela quickly grabbed his arm "Wait! You're gonna get yourself killed, let me do it, I'm more experienced in this." She said, pretending to be brave but he could see the fear in her eyes. He turned to her fully, gently placing his hand on the side of
his face before giving her a gentle smile.

"I'll need to do it at some point if I wanna learn how to do it, plus, I took gymnastics from when I was a kid until I arrived here, I'm sure that if the killer finds me, I can get away from them." He promised before turning and running in the direction of the scream, he heard Mikaela yell something, but he paid it no mind.

He slowed as he approached, He listened for any sign of the killer being close, he wasn't sure if he would hear a heartbeat like he did in the game. He turned the corner and seen Leon hanging by the hook embedded in his shoulder, his groans and whimpers of pain barely audible to Oliver's ears. The scene was far worse than anything in any movie or video game, blood flowed down and soaked the cop's shirt, his head and arms hung down limply, he simply hung there, looking as if he had lost all hope.

Oliver hurried forward, placing his hands onto the blond's side, startling the officer. Leon looked down at Oliver, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. The ginger pushed upwards, trying to slide the man off the meat hook, his arms shaking with effort.

The injured man whined as he was pulled off the hook, Ollie caught the blonde man in his arms, gently letting his feet touch the ground.

"Thanks, Oliver, we need to find some place to hide before he comes back. That god damn doll got me in the calf." Leon spoke as he leaned against the southerner, who simply nodded, his senses of high alert. The officer pointed to a series of walls seemingly placed for no reason. "If you can bring me over there, I can heal my wounds." He said, lifting up the medical kit in his hand.

"I don't think so." Oliver and Leon froze, their heads slowly turned to look behind them only to see the living doll standing with a large knife about the size he was.

Without a word, the two survivors took off in a sprint, the officer's limp slowing them down considerably. Chucky's laughter rang out behind them as the doll began the chase.

"Keep going! Save yourself Oliver!" Leon yelled, taking his arm off of the other survivor and pushing him forward.

"No! I can't do that!" The ginger said back to him, reaching back behind himself and grabbing the cop's hand.

"Oliver, no!-" The southerner felt the other's hand slip from his grip. The killer's laughter rang out as he pounced on the officer, knocking him to the ground.

The survivor turned around to see the cop lying on his stomach with Chucky standing on his back. "Time to end this blondie." The doll spoke as he raised the knife above his head.

Thinking quickly, Oliver rushed forward, his foot shooting out and catching the doll in the stomach, launching him a few yards. Chucky coughed and sputtered when he landed. the southerner quickly picked Leon up bridal style, he then turned and sprinted away as the cop gripped onto him.

The ginger ran for several minutes, only stopping when he was sure that he was far enough, he quickly ducked behind a wall, he gently set the officer down leaning his back against the wall and grabbing the medical kit from his hands and opening it.

He felt a hand on his shoulder as he rooted through the kit, he looked up to see Leon staring at him, a look of awe on his face. "Why... Why did you come back for me? I told you to keep going, to save yourself." He stated, sounding genuinely confused.

"Because Leon." The southerner started. "I care for you, I care for all of you, I would never dream of leaving any of you behind." Oliver said with a smile. He pulled a bottle of anti-septic agent out of the kit as well as a small cotton pad, the cop visibly grimaced as he saw the bottle.

Oliver quickly poured the contents of the bottle onto the small pad and turned to the officer. "Do you have something you can bite down onto; "This is going to hurt. A lot." Leon simply nodded and brough his arm up, the southerner gently set the pad down and rolled the other man's sleeve back to give him more to bite onto. Once the cop had a firm grip, the ginger quickly but gently pressed the pad against the wound.

The blond man let out a muffled scream of agony, pained tears streaked down his cheeks as he threw his head back. The southerner pulled Leon closer to him and let the man rest his head on his shoulder, listening as the breaths became quick and ragged.

He pulled the pad away from the man's injury and held him a little longer, whispering comforting words into the other man's ear.

They sat there for what felt like hours to Oliver but was most likely just a few seconds before the blond pulled away, his breathing heavy. The officer leaned back against the wall once more as Oliver began to root through the kit for bandages. The two of them said nothing as the southerner began to wrap the wound.

As soon as it was finished, the sound of the final generator being complete sounded all around them and Oliver could spot the glow of an exit gate nearby, how long have they been sitting there? Standing up, he reached down to the cop and pulled him up by the hand, Leon leaned heavily against him as they made their way over to the gate, he figured that when Chucky pounced on Leon, he must have twisted or pulled something in his leg.

When they arrived, they looked at each other and simply nodded, the weight of the officer left as the man went to stand in front of the gate and watch for any sign of the tiny killer.

Oliver reached forward and pulled down the lever, immediately one of the bulbs on top of the box lit up and the gate buzzed loudly.

"Come on, come on!" He whisper-yelled as he tried to be patient.

Another light lit up.

Leon yelled out a warning, but it was too late.

The southerner yelled out as he felt a searing pain in the back of his calf and heard the mocking laughter of the doll, but he managed to stay upright and keep ahold of the lever.

The third bulb glowed as the gate opened.

The killer lumped onto him and plunged the knife into his hip, causing him to let out an agonized scream, He shook himself violently and flung the doll a few feet, he took the opportunity to yank the knife out and he made a run towards the exit, Leon was waiting for him.

Together they ran, out of the corner of his eye, Oliver watched the barrier appear as Chucky attempted to chase them, only to be blocked by The Entity herself. The killer swore loudly and attempted to slice the barrier.

The ginger stopped and turned around, the cop paused, looking back.

"Hey, Chucky?"

The killer froze for a second, surprised. He looked up to the survivor, narrowing his eyes. "What do you want? you already won, didn't you? What are you gonna do? Mock me?" He finished with a sneer.

"Oh no, not at all, I just wanted to say something." The survivor continued.

"Well, get on with it, I don't have all day." Chucky finished, crossing his arms impatiently.

"Well, I just wanted to say good game, you were pretty good, and I hope to go against you again some time." He finished with a kind smile. Without waiting for a reaction, he turned at continued on his way towards camp, catching the look of astonishment on Leon's face as he passed.

Chapter 6: A new challenger approaches

Oliver and Leon walked side by side back towards camp. The officer pondered the other's parting word to the living doll while the southerner simply hummed to himself, marveling at how his wounds just seemed to cease to exist when they got a few feet away from the barrier separating their bound freedom from the painful trial. The ginger felt a buzz from his pocket, he reached down and brought his phone out and turned it on. A youtube notification showing the face of one of his favorite creators caught his attention on the lit screen, surprising him to no end.

"How is this possible?" He thought aloud, catching the cop's attention.

"What is it?" Leon asked, concern lacing his voice.

Oliver turned to look at the other man. "I'm getting notifications on my phone, it kinda seems like I still get youtube notifications for new videos."

"Oh really? that's pretty cool actually, what kind of videos did you watch before you got here?" The cop asked curiously.

Oliver perked at the question, excited to be able to talk to someone about his interests.

"Well, there was this one youtuber that my siblings and I watched ever since we were real young, his name is Markiplier, he's probably my all time favorite creator, I always wanted to meet him and tell him and tell him how much of a hero he is to us." Oliver finished.

Leon nodded, a spark of interest in his eyes as they finally arrived to camp. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Dwight running to meet them.

"Hey guys, how'd it go?" The leader asked, his eyes concerned. Before the southerner could get a single word out, the cop interrupted him.

"This new guy is amazing! He saved me from that bastard doll and carried me while running. Running! Can you believe that?" Oliver looked away, blushing slightly from the embarrassment. Taking no notice, the officer continued. "Not only did he carry me, but he fucking booted that doll, and he kicked the thing pretty far too!" He finished while making a kicking motion.

Very embarrassed, Oliver looked to the side, rubbing the back of his neck, only looking up when he felt Leon's hand on his shoulder. He looked over to the cop who looked back at him with a wide smile and he couldn't help but smile himself. His eye caught the expression on the nervous leader's face. It was one of pure awe and amazement.

Movement over the shoulder of the raven haired man caught the southerner's eye, he looked up and spotted Bill.

"You haven't been here long but it seem like you're already making a name for yourself." The veteran smiled. "Maybe we could teach each other some stuff, I bet I could teach you some combat tactics." he continued. Oliver brightened.

"Sounds fun! I'd love too!" he said back with a smile. "When could we start?"

The old man beamed. "Now, if you'd like. Think fast!"

Bill threw a fast punch towards Ollie who stepped back in the nick of time. Letting out a startled gasp, the southerner lost his footing and fell on his ass. He looked up to the veteran. "You coulda at least given some kinda warning first. The ginger said with a laugh. The gray-haired man laughed as well.

"Are you alright, Ollie?" Oliver felt his heart skip a beat as he heard Dwight call him by his nickname, it was cute. The nervous man stepped forward and offered his hand to the southerner who gladly took it. Once he was up on his feet, He turned to look at Bill who still had a wide smile on his face as Ollie took a step towards him.

"Hey, I've got a question. Can we get hurt here at camp?" Oliver asked curiously. A few of the watching survivors seemed to be taken aback by the sudden question and Bill's face drops, there was silence for a few moments before Laurie spoke up.

"Yeah, we can get hurt, but... It's the weirdest thing. Our bodies heal any kind of injuries really fast." She said, her voice soft and wary as if she was trying to not be overheard.

"Yeah, most minor injuries are completely healed in a matter of seconds. The longest an injury ever took to heal here was one time when David and Chris got into a fight and David's rib got broken. It only took about 5 minutes." Claudette said, her eyes unfocused as if she was deep in thought before snapping back to focus on Oliver. "Why'd ya ask?"

The southerner nods at her words before turning his head back to look at Bill. "I was just worried about on of us getting hurt..." He says, his voice concerned.

Bill's gaze softens as the smile returns to his face. "Ya know kid, I really appreciate the concern." He says before his soft smile turns into a smirk and he widens his stance slightly. "Now c'mon, lets fight!"

Ollie smiles as He charges at the veteran. He dives forward, his feet leaving the ground. The older man swiftly sidesteps but the southerner's hands land on the ground and he bends his legs. Bill's eyes go wide as Oliver's legs wrap around the front of his chest and he is lifted off the ground, his arms pinned to his sides. He is in the air for a moment as the ginger man does a somersault and swiftly slams the older man onto the ground, his legs still wrapped around his chest as he effectively pins the veteran.

The other survivors gasp around them, their eyes widening. a few of them begin to cheer as Bill looks over his shoulder at the ginger, his eyes wide with surprise before he starts laughing heartily, his body shaking beneath the southerner. "Man, boy! I wasn't expecting anything like that!" Oliver smiles as he pulls one leg from beneath Bill, getting off of him and sitting on the ground beside him. The veteran sits up on his legs and turns to Ollie. "Where's you learn that, kid?" He asks, his eyes full of a newfound respect.

The southerner stands up, reaching out a hand for Bill who gladly takes it and pulls himself up. "My brother and I worked on it together, he came up with the idea of it after seeing one of those ninja movies." He said with a laugh. The gray haired man laughs louder.

"Well, well. Now wasn't that interesting?" The survivors all freeze, many of their faces turning into ones of anger or fear but Oliver feels his face heat up as they all hear the deep voice. They all turn and see Wesker standing just on the other side of the invisible barrier, standing tall and proper. Ghostface stands beside him, waving at Oliver.

"Yo! I managed to get him over here to talk to ya! And looks like we got here at a good time, that was awesome!" Ghostface shouted, causing Albert to lean away from him slightly, a grimace on his face and his brows furrowed beneath his sunglasses.

"What the hell are you doing here, Albert!?" Chris shouts angrily, stomping up to meet the blond, the invisible barrier separating them as the brunette glares at Wesker who laughs in his face.

"I'm not here for you, Chris." The blond smirks before turning his eyes towards Oliver who is still not looking at him. "I'm here for that one. Oh, Oliver? I need to talk to you." He calls out, Chris also turns his head to look at the southerner who is still frozen in place.

Bill's eyes flick from Wesker to the ginger, whose face is a deep shade of red. "Kid? Hey, you alright?" The veteran asks, his hand coming up and waving in front of his face. Suddenly, a mischievous grin spreads across Ollie's face and he quickly turns, walking over towards the killer.

Chris steps aside as Oliver makes his way towards The Mastermind. He barely crosses the threshold before the killer suddenly reaches out, his fingers curling in the southerner's shirt as he gets pulled out of the safety of camp, Wesker's face is inches from his, his voice is low and threatening as he speaks. "Never. Call me that again, or I will make sure you regret it." Wesker says angrily before shoving the survivor backwards.

Oliver is barely able to maintain his balance as he stumble backwards. He steadies himself and looks back up at the killer, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he begins to walk forward. "Ya know, I really thought you'd be shorter. I didn't even realize until now that you're actually taller than me."

Albert's face turns confused, his brows furrowing further. "And what is that supposed to mean, exactly?" He asks, keeping his eyes on Oliver. who stops right in front of him, their bodies inches from each other. The proximity makes Wesker uncomfortable and he leans back slightly.

The ginger leans forward, ignoring the killer's previous question as he speaks quietly. "And why shouldn't I call you da-" He is cut off suddenly as Uroboros wraps tightly around his throat, lifting him off the ground and choking him.

The watching survivors gasp and a few of them yell out. Ghostface who has been quietly watching in the background raises a hand to where his mouth is under the mask. "Oh my.~"

Albert's face is a mix between sneering and smug as he listens to the sound of the ginger choking. His face falls as Oliver suddenly smirks down at him. "Harder... Daddy.~" he whispers just loud enough for Wesker to hear.

The killer's face reddens from a mix of rage and embarrassment. "Oh you little-!" He shouts as he swings his arm, Uroboros slams Oliver's back against a nearby tree and lets go. Ollie falls to his knees and begins to cough, his hand coming up to touch where Uroboros was wrapped around his neck.

Wesker turns away and begins to stomp off angrily into the woods, mumbling to himself. The southerner looks up at the killer's retreating form and speaks, his voice slightly raspy from being choked. "Hey..."

The killer pauses, looking over his shoulder, glaring at the survivor through his sunglasses. "What?" He asks, his tone sharp and imposing.

Oliver lets out a chuckle as he slowly begins to stand, his breaths coming out in short pants.

"Nice ass."

The survivor suddenly jumps up, grabbing a tree branch above his head, bringing his legs up and hanging with one arm as multiple Uroboros tentacles come up out of the ground around where he was just standing, they tangle together into a large mass as they all shoot out, they were aiming to pierce his body.

The Mastermind's eyes widen in shock behind his sunglasses and his mouth falls open as he turns around to face the southerner. "How did you...?" He closes his mouth and the corner quirks up in a smirk as he withdraws the Uroboros. "I must say, I'm impressed. Maybe if you weren't such a horny bastard, I might even respect you."

Oliver laughs and lets go of the branch, his feet landing on the ground with a soft thud. "Hey, you can't really blame me when there's so many attractive guys around here." He says with a shrug.

Albert rolls his eyes, a small smirk still playing on his lips as he turns around once more to head deeper into the woods. "I really must go now, maybe I'll come back to see you soon. Take care, Oliver." He says as he turns his attention to the path in front of him and begins to walk.

"Oh, come on! You just got here!" The ginger yells but the killer simply waves. "Oh well." He says with a sigh. "I guess I'll see ya around, Albert." With that, he turns to walk back into the safety of the survivor camp only to jump slightly as he sees Ghostface standing right beside him. Over his shoulder, Ollie could see that the other survivors in the camp were mostly looking at him with awe, all except for the few who were eyeing him suspiciously.

"Holy shit, you got him to fucking like you! He doesn't like anyone!" Ghostface shouts, his voice laced with surprise and awe.

"How did you know he was about to try to kill you?" Renato asks.

Oliver rubs the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed by all the attention. "Well... I felt the dirt start movin' under my feet, so I figured he was gonna attack me." He says with a small chuckle.

Nea suddenly steps outside of the safety of the invisible barrier and right in front of Ollie. "And how do we know you ain't all buddy buddy with him?" She asks, her brows furrowed in suspicion.

"Nea, that's enough. I don't think he would do that." Dwight's firm voice rings out suddenly as he too steps outside the safety of the barrier, his movements fluid and purposeful.

She turns around to face him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Oh, you 'don't think he would' huh? You're only saying that because he called you cute, Dwight! You're just a faggot and a coward!" She shouts, her voice dripping with venom. Dwight takes a step back and his eyes widen in surprise at her harsh words before his face contorts into one of genuine hurt. The ginger feels rage start to boil inside of himself and his fists clench by his sides.

"What the fuck, Nea!? That was way too far!" Meg shouts as she rushes to the leader's side, bringing her hand up to rest on his shoulder.

"Damn, even I agree with the redhead chick. What the fuck, Nea? I'm gonna target you so hard next time I face ya. He didn't do anything to deserve that." Ghostface speaks, his tone low and menacing.

Oliver quickly moves forward, placing his hands on the raven-haired man, one on his shoulder and the other gently cupping his cheek. "Dwight, are you ok?" He asks, his voice gentle and caring.

Dwight doesn't look up at Oliver. "I'm fine." He says, his voice surprisingly firm and unwavering. He suddenly turns around and walks back into the safety of the camp. "Don't follow me." He says simply, walking past the logs where the other survivors sit as he heads towards the woods on the other side of the camp. Oliver almost moves to follow him but he stops himself, his eyes flick over to Meg and her eyes flick over to him. They both nod in unison and walk back towards camp.

They hear Nea scoff and mutter something under her breath but they ignore her.

Notes:

PLEASE READ!!!

I am so sorry that I haven't posted a new chapter in almost 2 months but in that time I've thought a lot about Ollie and I've made quite a few changes to him, one is a very big change that I think I might have a hard time implementing so I'm even thinking about maybe restarting, so give me some feedback plz.

The biggest change is that I've decided for Ollie is that his right arm from mid-forearm down is bionic which will change a few things and if yall are ok with it, I'd like to just kinda begin implementing it as if it was always like that.

Another big change is that I actually have names for all 10 of his siblings and all their ages, I will probably mention them every once in a while and if the bionic hand is fine with yall then 4 particular siblings will be very important to his backstory, otherwise his siblings will probably not be mentioned very much at all.

Chapter 7: IMPORTANT

I know it's been a long time since I've uploaded and I'm sorry. My dumbass stepped on my laptop and broke the screen and I have yet to get the money to fix it. I'm surrently writing this from my phone.

A LOT has happened since July, one of the most important things was that I moved out of my parents and in with my friend and her family after some stuff going down between my parents. (Don't worry, it's all good now tho.)

I have worked a lot on Ollie's character and a lot has changed. A big example is the hand that I mentioned in the footnotes of last chapter. He's also no longer a city slicker but is now a country boi! And his last name is now Alexanders. His personality has also gone through a pretty big change!

And because of all of that, I want to discontinue this one and start a new one! It's gonna be pretty much the same, except I've gotten a bit better at writing AND I'm thinking of adding another character named Renato Dlamini who is Ollie's childhood friend and is a bit of a coward. I'm also thinking of writing in first person instead of third.

I really wanna know what y'all think about this. I really don't wanna just abandon the story in its entirety, there are some things I would love to write.

Okie dokie, that's all. Bye!

~Mlem

Chapter 8: Quick announcement

Hello! Yes, I'm still alive.

I've just got a few pieces of good news for you all!

1. I am planning on starting to write and remake of this fic very soon and There have been some major changes to Ollie and there will also be a new character.

2. I stream on twitch now! I just got done with my first ever stream and it was me playing dbd for almost 3 hours straight and it was very fun. If you wanna come follow me and watch me play, my username is Mlemblep101. Come drop by if you'd like and even leave some suggestions in the chat for this fic if you want, I'm open to some new ideas. I even have a picture of Ollie I made with an AI generator that is very close to how I see him in my mind and I could show you on the stream!

That's all for this announcement and I hope you all have a lovely day/night.