Utill dawn

by Tempest_Star

Summary:

I want it to be know this is based on the horror game The Untill dawn. i haven't seen Aphmau in years, but i really love how this turned out. Ein is not a crazy asshole; he loves Zane and is a good guy. Okay? I'd love for you to give it a shot!

“It was a joke.” Sasha said “Like it was last time, right?” Dante stated, his glare fixed on his brother. “If you guys are that mad about it, we can re-enact it. I’m sure Zane would be a willing participant… just. like. last time.

-

“There’s something out there! A monster!”

“You kids never should’ve come here. I don’t take kindly to strangers crawling around my mountain—”

“Your mountain?” Garroth snapped, glaring. “My family owns it.”

“This mountain don’t belong to me. That’s true. But it don’t belong to the Ro’Meaves either. It belongs… to the Wendigo.”

-

It would be a long recovery for everyone, therapy included, but together everything would work out. The road ahead was slow and painful, but each new sunrise was another small step forward, another quiet victory. There would still be nights full of screaming and terror, shadows of the past clawing into their dreams—but every time, comfort was always waiting.

Notes:

okay i know i lot of people don't like this ship, but give it a shot! eins not a mulputive asshole! And Garroth has problems like needing meds and therapy. zane is over Gene. And Gene doesn't like Zane, he is obsessed and is lusting, he doesn't love him, and only finds joy in Zane's pain it's briefly implied.

This loosely follows the game until dawn, i would recommend watching someone play it, or play it yourself. it is an awesome game.

Zane is def OOC....i tried not to make him feminin or twinkish but i might have failed because that what i like reading sooo sorry...

this story is not about just one ship or pov; it has multiple POVs and two main story lines happening at once, just like in the game. This took forever to write so forgive me if some parts don't make complete sense.

Chapter 1: three years before

“Zane, come on! It was just a prank!”

But the words barely registered.

Zane burst through the front door, heart hammering, face flushed with humiliation. How could he have been so stupid? Believing Gene—again. His thoughts raced as fast as his feet, crunching through the snow-covered ground beneath him. The cold sliced through his thin long-sleeve shirt and jeans, but he didn’t care. No jacket. No shoes. Just panic, pain, and the bitter bite of winter.

Tears blurred his vision, slipping silently down his cheeks and soaking into his scarf. His breath came in ragged gasps, steaming in the night air. Behind him, he heard footsteps—someone chasing after him.

He didn’t slow down.

He didn’t want to be found.

But the forest opened into a clearing, and his legs finally gave out. He dropped to his knees, sobs breaking from his chest. He pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to shove away the voices rising in his mind—laughter, mockery, shame.

“Zane!” a voice called, closer now. “There you are!”

Zane flinched and curled in tighter, hugging his knees, hands over his ears. “Go away, Garroth,” he croaked, voice hoarse.

He felt a warm hand brush against his frozen fingers.

“Shit… you're freezing.” Garroth didn’t hesitate. He shrugged off his heavy coat and draped it over Zane’s trembling shoulders, gently pulling it snug. The warmth was immediate, and Zane slowly uncurled, blinking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks.

“Why am I so stupid?” he whispered, voice cracking under the weight of his pain.

Garroth’s heart squeezed.

“Oh, Zuzu…” he said softly, crouching beside him. “You’re not stupid. That shouldn’t have happened. None of it was okay.”

Zane looked down, lip quivering, then leaned against Garroth’s side, needing the comfort more than he wanted to admit.

“I don’t wanna go back in there,” he murmured, curling tighter into Garroth’s warmth. “Please don’t make me.”

“I won’t,” Garroth promised without hesitation. “That’s fair. I’ll text Laurence. He’ll get the others out of the cabin. We’ll go back once it’s quiet. Warm up. Watch that pony show you think I don’t know about.”

Zane let out a shaky exhale—something close to a laugh, barely there, but real.

“Thanks, Gar…”

Garroth smiled, holding him close.

“Always.”