Dvd Request Here! Can I Request Survivor Reader Who Can Actually Kill The Killers But Decided To Play

Dvd request here! Can I request survivor reader who can actually kill the killers but decided to play along with the game?? Like one time the reader decided to kill the killers just for fun? Thankyou!

Killing The Killers

Content Tag(s) : basic game violence, k!lling, mentions of gore, some sexual tension, reader discretion advised

Paring(s) : the trapper x reader || the ghostface x reader || the shape x reader || (separate)

A/N : So sorry for taking so long, life has been busy and hurtful but— I'm here (somewhat) now! // have to feed my dbd followers, also I’ve always found it easy to write Myers so forgive me for his longer part.

TRAPPER | Evan MacMillan the foolish wolf.

“You’re the predator right up until you're prey.” - James Sa Corey

When he was free from the entity and released into the realm of the trial, his attention was captured by unfamiliar footprints nearby. They were a pair of two planted and smudged in a dense mud puddle nearby. By a normal gaze, it’d just be mistaken for an accident, a simple walk through in fear. However, when he chose to follow its direction, the truth unfolded with a shoeprint pressed too hard not to be unintentional near one of his traps.

The simple action told him this trial would probably either be the most exciting he's had recently or the most frustrating.

As he knows you are the one behind this.

Since your first arrival, you've shown that you're not meant to be hunted, nonetheless be prey. You showed that you are the peak of a human, having a high intelligence and awareness of yourself and your surroundings. With that being said, Evan is envious of your skills at adapting and conquering instead of being obedient. It’s something that even most Killers wouldn’t dare to try against the entity.

But, that also meant you’re the demise of him and the rest of the killers.

It felt as if you were the entity itself, doing what you wish without the consequences of death, knowing you can always escape.

It frustrated everyone and everything, specifically your ‘dumb luck.’ You didn't use or bring tools into trials often for the sole person of not needing them as you like to take chase. But do say if the killers are intentionally ignoring you, (something Evan does) you run off to open chests with some amazing tools or meds before finally ‘playing.’

If Evan was to find you on gen he’d try to be as quick as possible to snatch you. Of course that never happens with the way you weasel past him, a piece of your clothes or hair straying in the wind from his whiff.

Your giggle following.

Evans’ breathing was heavier than seconds before, his chest rising and easing with this familiar urgency as he stomps after his prey. He managed to get into a chase with Dwight and land hits on Bill and Feng nearby, their distant cries of pain pounding against his eardrums. But, he had tunnel vision on Dwight, wanting him out now so he didn't have to deal with everyone together.

He raised his Cleaver, eyes bloodshot as the wind slices at his swing. He would have hit that damn man to the ground now if it wasn't for you taking the hit. The smell of your blood intoxicating the air and painting both your clothes and his. This was new but a shame for him it didn't last long, you blame it on him for his tunnel vision.

“Clumsy clusmy~”

You smile, as his right foot touches the ground. The snarl of a trap snapping closed filling the air. His hunched-over form gives you the disadvantage and shoves him off of his feet, a series of snaps following, and the killer groaning in agony.

Dwight was long gone, on his way to the gate that Bill and Feng were opening. That left only you, looming over the man with this look that Evan could only say was of bloodlust. The cries of the sirens match your ragged breathing as you step a heel onto him, his disowned weapon now firm in your grasp. The same hand that poured with your blood from the gash on your back, a sloppy one that surely hurt. Yet, you couldn't feel it and he felt as if he understood why as you brought the cleaver over your head.

It was adrenaline, possibly even something else. As you successfully played rabbit long enough to fool the dumb wolf. This whole game he's forgotten his traps because of you. Because of you, he couldn't get them to stop. Because of you, he couldn't get Dwight. And because of you, he's dead.

The death was quick and as painless as possible. As if you were ending the suffering of an animal. His hand only reached out when he returned to his realm, hovering over where you once stood. Evan could've done something. But, he didn't. His body was bitten by traps, littered like poison ivy and fear(?)— no. Impossible. Was it? It made him growl as he presses his hand against his chest.

A mere human, smaller than him and what he believed, weaker than him, tired and caught its prey. Him.

He then realized as he stood that the print from the beginning was a warning. Your warning, maybe even clue or advice that he needs to be smarter. He needs to be the better hunter so he can catch the most sacred creature of all. You.

GHOSTFACE | Danny Johnson

Smile for me.

“When you hunt predators, the best camouflage is weakness” - ANDREW VACHSS

Mr. Ghostface has always been captivated by you. He knows that you aren't just some attractive face willing to fall over for a straddle, that teasing smile and laugh is what tells him exactly that.

Like him, you're playing the game by its rules. You're obeying in your own way and just adding some fun into his life. He thanks you for that, he’ll even thank you personally if he can just manage to get his hands on your quick body. But, he can't, you know him awfully too well for his liking.

And something familiar itched him in the back of his head every time he swiveled around from a bird's call, only being welcomed by well- nothing and looking like an idiot as he walks about to make sure no one is around the corner.

Through the whole trial, you were a mere shadow in the corner of his eye. His head turned to connect and finally get in a chase with you, only for his blood to run cold. The tugging triggering in his brain as the hands trample over his cloak, tightening around him. It felt as if the fangs of a cobra latched onto his neck, its body tightening around him until he fell with a strangled gasp.

He could feel your hands going along his body before taking his beloved knife and camera.

“What do you think you're doing?” He huffed, an obvious annoyance dripping off his voice. This- was not it. At least it was something he wasn't enjoying due to the sole purpose of him not being in on the ‘plan.’ (If you know what I mean).

“I know you aren't that dumb, Ghosty “ A tone of joy kissed his ears as he was pulled back, the flash of a camera temporarily blinding him. One before the death, one after. Something that pissed Danny off to the moon was the way you handled him- after all HE’s supposed to be the one doing this! Not the other way around!

“Smile for me!”

-Were the last words he heard before the fuzz of death overtook him. Since being brought here, he knows what death feels and looks like. And he knows very well that he was dying, one attack after the other being fueled with this shot of adrenaline before his eventual death.

The layered voices of the entity show their obvious disappointment of this trial's performance. Danny grumbled to himself as he rips his mask off, running his grimy hands down his face to get rid of the remaining sweat. By the feel of it, the entity only mended him to the point he would survive, leaving him with the ache of his stabs.

He growled as he snatched up his camera, using an unneeded force while he looks through it. The photo of Meg welcoming before the next did. Where the mere sight made his body freeze, his eyes slightly widening under his mask.

Danny was unsure why he was feeling this exact way. It was a horrendous mix of attraction and competitiveness that stirred in his chest with the sight of you straddling his back; imitating his pose to the exact hold of his knife to the lean, the only real difference being the look you had. A look of a killer he thought.

A look of a challenger. Or maybe simply someone that he had to put in their place.

THE SHAPE || Michael Myers

The other boogeyman.

“Black widows may be powerful predators, but every predator is somebody else's prey.” - Lionel

Michael is very conflicted about his emotions toward you. The only thing he knows for sure is he hates how aware you are. You don’t allow yourself to have tunnel vision when doing tasks and that means you’re always on alert. That being said, the smallest noise, whether it be by the wind or a light step, your attention is already over your shoulder.

Your hands still working with familiarity, your keen hearing focusing on both your surroundings and the task at hand. To him, it’s annoying. To others, it's applaudable. This is why he always tries to play smart if you’re in a trial.

He knows you have Spine Chill, an ability you quickly learned so you can always have a head start on something. You also don’t utilize lockers, not because you don’t know how to you’re just playing smart. After all, if you’re able to get out of his line of sight and out of the area faster, he doesn’t have a chance of catching up to you. (Also because you nearly died during a trial with Bubba and that forever stuck with you).

Long story short, you are the victim that every killer wants to kill for ‘bragging’ rights. Or at least some small validation they want from themselves.

To Michael, you're a stand-in obsession. As the entity quickly took notice of how much he truly wishes to capture you. His intents are similar to his original obsession, but maybe a bit more— possessive. As when you became Bubba’s star obsession for a bit, Myers became a bit, disobedient. The tension between the two killers abnormal and leaving the rest with a disturbance between the realms.

Since the first incident, (him brutally slaughtering Bubba) you became his new obsession if Laurie wasn’t in trial. Even if she was sometimes it’d switch between the two of you, as offerings became more prominent by the Killer when he found out you’d be in a trial.

The Offering was one that was only obtainable by the entity by his performances (sacrificing the whole trial), or lucky run-ins during them. Nothing in between due to him actually being able to get his hands on you. If he was he’d probably cut off a lock of your hair for good luck or something along those lines. After all, not everyone can have the chance to get their hands on a creature like you.

A shame that when he did, he couldn’t cherish it.

You’ve been thinking about this plan for a while, mostly because you had mutual respect and interest in the masked killer. He was the only one that truly made your nerves go haywire and goosebumps erupt on your body. That enough was respectable. To the other survivors, it felt as if you had made him an obsession. (Which isn’t entirely wrong).

However, by the end of the day, it didn’t matter. Especially when you were dragged into a trial with the wisps of the the entity, the fog thick this time around. That itself gives your fellow survivors that you were in the trial, as you’re able to utilize the fog. When stealth you can see those near you, similar to one of Dwight's skills but it only lasts for a couple of seconds with five-second break intervals. Unless the killer is near then it's 10-25 seconds. You can see them up to 10 before the timer starts. ‘See Evil’ is what it began to be called.

Michael mentally scowled for a second at the thick fog. It used to be no problem for him due to it sometimes being a level too short, meaning he’d see over it. But, the entity seemed to have changed her mind over time and returned equality between survivors and killers.

Are you able to draw puppy Carlos from RE3 remake? Also may you try and do Wolf Nikolai from RE3 ask well?

Unfortunately I don't really know who Nikolai is (haven't even finished RE2 Remake... PC deleted the save now I have to play from the start ueueue)

But I know a lil bit about Carlos! sorry if it's not accurate but I thought of him as a Pitbull hybrid! Bulky and looks scary on the outside but is actually a sweetheart and very affectionate and will cling to you if it weren't for puppy Leon already doing it. I can see both of them fighting for your attention but both will reluctantly share if you look at them with disappointment.

Leon's Good boy jar: Ko-fi

sal with an internet famous gf!! like a conventionally attractive 2000's emo that's popular online :)

Oh.my.fuck. HELLO??? YES???? As an emo, i salute this.

𝐒𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐠𝐟<𝟑𝟑

⚠️Warnings⚠️: cussing, reader is female

(@/emobunnynya on ig<3)

First of all, Sal didnt know how the FUCK he pulled you

Like, you’re so gorgeous?? And ur style???? And ur super popular online???????

At first, he didnt know you were famous. But then, when you gave him your instagram and tiktok, HOLY SHITBALLS.

He was fuckin blown away

Like, bro legitimately doesn’t go on his socials a lot, so he had no clue you were known by so many people

Whenever he sees your story, hes like “aww my little emo girlfriend 🥰🥰”

And when he saw he was on your close friends??? Oh my.

You wont hear the last of it

He also LOVES when you do videos tgt

He lets you dress him up in your skirts and does dances with you

When anyone is in your comments making fun of him covering his face, you immediately remove them as a follower and block them

People in ur comments all “he doesnt deserve her lmao💀” “LMFAOOO why is bro wearing a mask💀” “bro covers his face” and shit like that

When you do videos together, his favorite one to do with you was the lipstick trend

He was so mesmerized when you would re-apply your lipstick just to kiss his prosthetic again (probably doesn’t take off the kisses)

When the camera panned to him, you couldn’t really tell his expression, but you could see his eyes squinting, meaning he was smiling

Your followers (who loved your guys’ relationship) were all “THE WAY HE SMILES AT HERR😭” “yall are so cute omfg” “The kisses on the mask OMFGGG<333” shit your followers say

He also doesn’t mind getting recognized in public, when your both together and alone.

He gets nervous when he’s by himself and he sees a fan walking towards him wanting to take a picture

He’s lucky when you’re with him tho, he doesn’t mind taking pics with a fan if its with you <333

Wesker with a university student s/o

No specified age.

Drives you there every day in his super fancy car that attracts everyone’s attention and has them whispering about you and him. If he can’t take you and you can’t get there yourself, you’re not going. He doesn’t trust anybody else to take you there safely. He just doesn’t trust anybody with you.

Loves when you kiss his cheek whilst leaving. He might not be big on physical affection, especially not in public, but he knows people there want you, and he needs wants them to know you’re his.

Nearly everyone knows who Albert Wesker is, and news about your relationship with him spreads around your class quickly. People question you, some ignore you, some hate you for it, but you just ignore them. He loves you and you love him, why should other people and their opinions matter?

Wesker is incredibly proud of you for pursuing your dreams/dream career and will help in anyway he can, even if he did insist that he can support both of you.

Let’s you sit with him in his office and study/work whilst he works. Sometimes he’ll get distracted by you, but he’ll never tell you that. He just loves you.

If anyone harasses or bothers you, he won’t hesitate to threaten them or the University. He has both the money and power to ruin anyone’s life and isn’t afraid to do so if it means you’re okay.

Dated someone in your class who now won’t leave you alone? Don’t worry, he’s got this. You don’t even have to tell him to, and you won’t even know what happened, only that your ex is too afraid to look at you now for some reason.

Tutor being unfair towards you? He’ll deal with it.

Nothing bad will happen to you with him caring for you.

Low-key has access to the University’s surveillance to make sure everything is okay with you, and nothing will happen, but nobody else knows.

Doesn’t like when you go out without him after classes, but he won’t stop you. He just worries about you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you which is why he watches over you and is ready to rescue you at any point.

Takes you for lunch whenever he can and if he can’t do lunch, you two will be having breakfast. He just wants to make sure you’re taken care of and ready to work!

Nobody dares bother you after learning of your relationship as they know the risks of doing so. Wesker has a reputation, and it isn’t exactly a good one.

People tried befriending you to get closer to him, but you knew and told him. He was quick to comfort you the best he could if it bothered you.

Will try comfort you if you’re overwhelmed and forces you to take breaks.

“There’s no point overworking yourself, Dearheart. Your work won’t be the best it can be if you’re stressing.”

Takes baths with you and gives you a massage when you’re stressed.

Worried about deadlines? Don’t worry, he can extend them for you if you absolutely need him to do so.

Insists you move in with him rather than living in university accommodation. Says it’ll be easier and cheaper for you, but really, he just wants you with him and he doesn’t trust your roommates.

Throws you a fancy graduation party once you finish and asks you to marry him once you’re both home.

I absolutely loved the fic about reader owning a bar for villains!!! I can't stop reading it you did an amazing job!!!! if you ever feel like continuing it in any way I think it would be wonderful!! Or if you don't that's fine too!!! It's amazing either way!!

SIDE JOBVillainous x Evil Bar Owner! Reader

A/N: I really do enjoy this little idea! This is what happens after you find 5.0.5!

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“Hm…no answer.” You said, setting the phone back onto the receiver. You tried your cell with similar results. 5.0.5 sat in the corner, warming up after who knows how long outside. He fell asleep rather quickly.

“A cell tower or two must have been taken down in all of that destruction or something.” You thought, “Either that or that technopath finally decided to do something with his life other than hit on girls in my bar.”

Either way, you were going to have to drop off 5.0.5 in person. You didn’t mind too much of course, Black Hat was the best of the best, and he didn’t live very far away. His support meant a lot to you, so it was the least you could do for him. Regardless of what he may say, you considered him your friend.

So when the blue bear woke up the two of you headed down the street together (there was no way that thing was going to fit in your car) towards Black Hat Manor.

A rather rough looking Dr. Flug answered the door and you wondered when the last time he slept was. But he perked right up when he saw 5.0.5 standing next to you.

“5.0.5! You’re home!!” He said, hugging the bear with joy, “I thought you were gone for good this time! Thank you so much y/n.”

“It’s not a problem, Flug.” You smiled, “I found him wandering around the alley…with quite the trail of destruction behind him I might add.”

“Oh, yeah.” Flug rubbed the back of his necks as a few sweat marks appeared on his bag, “We were just testing out a new invention. It ended up making 5.0.5 here into a much fluffier Godzilla, but when the effects wore off, we weren’t able to find him.”

“Ah,” You replied as the rain began to come down once again, “That sounds quite interesting. Would you mind if I stepped in for a little while? Just to dry off and warm up before I brave the walk back home.”

“You walked here?” Flug asked.

“Well…5.0.5 didn’t really fit into my car…”

“Ah, well sure, come in.” Flug said, stepping aside to let you and 5.0.5 into the front room of the mansion. You placed your coat and scarf on the coat rack and hung your umbrella nearby. As you did so, Black Hat entered the room on his way to do who knows what.

“Flug!” He barked and the young scientist bristled with fear.

“Y-Yes, Señor?” He asked and you shook your head inwardly at his fear. One day he’d learn. One day he’d have to.

“You didn’t tell me we had company.”

“Y/N was just dropping off 5.0.5.” Flug explained, “And what with the storm…”

Black Hat looked outside with a raised eyebrow and then nodded. He waved his hand dismissively at the doctor, “Very well, you may go now. I shall keep y/n company.”

Flug looked back at you and you smiled slightly with a shrug before he scurried off into the depths of the manor with 5.0.5. Black Hat gestured for you to follow him into a small sitting room. The space was more intimate than the front door, yet carried an intimidating air. The seats near the window were deep red with dark wooden claws supporting them. Black Hat asked you to sit in one, as he would presumably sit in the other. They angled in to allow for easy conversation.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked, nodding towards a liquor cabinet on the far side of the room, “Wine, Brandy, Scotch? I may not own a bar, y/n, but I do have quite the selection.”

“I don’t doubt it,” You smiled, “But I didn’t come over for a business affair. And besides…” You pulled a small flask filled with your favorite drink, alcoholic or otherwise, and tapped it with your finger.

“Suit yourself.” Black Hat said, a glass of wine suddenly appearing in his hand. A wine that you could tell had been…added to, if you catch my drift. You didn’t have to know his tastes to figure that one out.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, something Flug only dreamed of doing, for a few minutes. You looked out the window at the rain. Black Hat sipped on his wine. For a while you amused yourself with watching drops of water race one another down the glass, lightning occasionally lighting up your face.

“How’s the bar, y/n?” He bagan some polite conversation when it became apparent that the rain wasn’t going to let up.

“Business as usual.” You sighed contently, “Most of the thugs and common criminals realized a while ago that I was running a more…classy operation. There are the occasional nobody’s who stroll in from time to time, trying to be bigger than they really are, but for the most part it’s high end villains just looking to relax a bit.”

“I take it you’re enjoying yourself.” Black Hat said, taking another sip of wine, “I must say, I was quite impressed the last time I was there. Live music was a nice touch.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, “I try to pull in acts from time to time, since I’ve got that little space in the corner.”

“Well that kid on the piano certainly created a great atmosphere.”

“You mean, Tom? Yeah, he’s been busing tables for me for a few months. Come to find out he’s got hands like no one this side of Hatsvile. I pay him to play now.”

Black Hat hummed his approval and something inside of you warmed up. Any praise from him was high praise, and you knew it.

“What about you?” You asked, “You seem…tired, lately.”

“Demencia is a handful, the Bear can’t be helped, and Flug…”

Black Hat didn’t even have to finish for you to understand. The scientist clearly had guts…but he was still nervous, untrained, filled with fear.

“He’s been getting better.” You remarked, thinking back on his time in the bar. The first time you’d seen Flug he was afraid to speak to anyone, even to order a drink, and now he seemed more at ease. Nonetheless, your host scoffed.

“But he still has a long way to go.” Black Hat said. You could tell his feelings of worry had passed, but there were other things on his mind… you knew it.

You took another sip from your flask and looked out the window once again, “So… is there anything you need from me?”

He smiled at your perceptiveness. You truly were growing up.

“How would you feel,” Black Hat hummed and looked up to you from his wine, his smile and stare piercing you to the core, “About a little side job?”

Ok good! So it’s like an AU. The zombie apocalypse never happened so Leon is still a rookie cop. So what I’m thinking is the RCP goes on a little trip goes and checks out Jurassic world since it’s been open for a good 3 years now. Leon and the others meet us! We’re Owens daughter/son so we grew up around the dinosaurs. We helped Owen raise his raptors. Also we have our own dinosaurs! (I-Rex and indoraptor) also the events of the movie doesn’t take place!! How would Leon react if he saw us(he’s in love!!) talking about the indoraptor with the indoraptor next to us(I like to think that the indoraptor’s name Ripper)?? Idk the brain-rot is real!!

Dinosaur

Dinosaurs were not the newest discovery, their bones having been around for years now. But genetically engineering them into present day was something new, something exciting. You worked with your father in a Raccoon City Ingen Lab. Umbrella didn’t seem to mind that they set up shop so close to them, perhaps they were interested in what the company had to offer. Whatever the reason, you had a lot of hands on experience with raising dinosaurs, not wanting to repeat any mistakes in history with wild animals. Raise them kindly, raise them like a family, treat them like how your dad treats you. Of course he was a little hesitant to let you around the dinosaurs but you were soon allowed to help with them.

In a new city it was a little daunting, the people here seemed to be eternally rude. However you did meet a kind rookie police officer who you quickly became friends with. His name is Leon and he was a little naive and a little slow to understand your work but he definitely tried. He really wanted to impress you, that he knew what you were talking about, even when he didn’t. Your dad didn’t really know much about it other than Leon was a sweetheart and was trying his best. You were both new to Raccoon City, and he really wanted a friend. Plus you were new as well! It was like it was destiny.

He was really interested in the dinos you helped raise. Every day after shift, Leon visits your workplace to watch you and the dinosaurs. He comes by so much that your dad and coworkers know him by name, Leon is also pretty sure his coworkers know about his visits but not in the way they think. Chris especially. Always asking if he’s got a date.

The STARS members really like to tease him after Chris and Rebecca took a liking to him. You offered him that he can bring them to visit on Saturday for a special day. There were two new dinos you were helping raise recently and they were now old enough to display to the public. Two of the first carnivore experiments. The bosses seemed a little hesitant when they heard you invited the STARS team, you didn’t quite know why, but they allowed it regardless.

“Leon! You came!” You called running up to him and his group. Chris smiled teasingly at Leon, nudging him with his elbow.

“Y-yeah! I couldn’t miss it!” Leon nudged his arm back into Chris as he responded. The team looking on in amusement.

“The exhibition isn’t for another hour so enjoy the dinosaurs!”

You waved before walking off, briefly hearing them tease Leon once more. That made you smile as you prepared the new dinosaurs to be seen for the first time. And for the second time, a human hand-raising very carnivorous creatures.

From what you’ve seen the team was very excited to look around the park, seeing all the dinosaurs and other animals from that time period. The youngest one, Rebecca you think her name was, looked very excited to hear the announcement about the new exhibition starting soon. Basically dragged them all over the place herself.

You are the one the stage, an earpiece and microphone, a black outfit to match what you were about to show off to your best friend and his friends.

“Good afternoon! I believe you have all been waiting for InGen’s newest dinosaur release. Well, we have something big planned.” You started, your voice calm and clear through the whole park. You smiled knowingly behind the protective glass that separates you from the audience.

“We’d like you to welcome two new dinosaurs. Two new species we have created, I’m sure you’ll find them just as exciting as I do.”

That seemed to gain the crowd’s attention, more and more people filled the seats wanting to see what exactly the park had planned.

“Please welcome, our first…Indominous Rex.” Your hand waved to a padlock which opened slowly, and as it opened up fully, the leaves rustled and moved, the cracking of branches captivated the audience. A huge white head peaked out of the padlock, causing many to jump back at the sight.

The rex stomped out of it’s cage, it’s footsteps shaking the ground of the stage. It’s large head rearing back to its full height, red eyes staring at the crowd before looking down to you. It slowly thumped over, all the while, you could see the little kids smooshing their faces against the glass, you could see Leon and his friends look surprised at the huge reptile you were so close to.

“Now, she’s a little different from the other Tyrannosaurus Rexes you see around the park.” You stated, letting the indominous stalk closer to you, spooking the audience. You turn slightly to the dinosaur, smiling up at it. The large white head coming down to you, almost as if they were preforming with you. Your hand rested on it’s snout before turning back to shocked audience. “She is a hybrid of several other dinosaurs. Invented right here in this park.”

You could see Leon’s face light up as he watched you handle the dinosaur, his friends’ faces were much the same, a couple looked a little scared or horrified at you being so close to those big teeth but were mainly fascinated.

“And we have one more!” You gestured to another smaller padlock which opened quicker than the other did. The cage was darker than the other and it did help the dinosaur hiding within it. Out stepped a black raptor with orange eyes and a gold stripe going down the side of it. “This is our new IndoRaptor.”

The raptor bounded over to you, it’s head cocking side to side as it looked around at the guests swarming the glass to see the two dinosaurs better. But not once did either try to harm you, it fascinated Leon, he couldn’t look away. He watched as the two interacted with you, it was like they were your friends. Two dangerous animals, your friends, your companions.

Leon could hear you explain everything about the two dinosaurs but he couldn’t hear your voice over his own thoughts. Watching you walk around with both of the dinosaurs, showing off what they can do, he was so amazed. His eyes were wide and bright as he watched, hands tightly around his collar as he looked on. He didn’t even notice his team chuckling and nudging him from time to time when they saw his starstruck face.

When the viewing was over, Leon immediately ran over to you, without his friends and their constant teasing.

“You were amazing!” He said as soon as he saw you coming out from the exhibit.

“Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed.” You replied happily, eyes lighting up as he came over to you.

“Honestly…I was more focused on you.” Leon looked sheepish when he admitted that, rubbing his arm, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

You smiled shyly back at him, head tilted downwards slightly in embarrassment.

“Would…do you want to go on a date…with me?” Leon was the first to speak up, chasing away his thoughts of rejection.

“I’d love that.” You nodded, the two of you ignoring his friends in the background, planning your date. Which was a little intimidating when there were two dinosaurs staring at him through the glass…