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Unknown x Reader
echo unto an echo NOTE: reader has tourettes in this ficlet. if i have misrepresented the reader in any way, please feel free to correct me. i wanted to be as creative & inclusive as possible here, and i simply think this dynamic would work well :) again, if you have tourettes syndrome and something the reader does or says is not accurate, please feel free to point it out and i will correct it. thank you <3 tw’s: mention of tourettes/tics, tic episodes, strong language, anxiety, my inaccurate knowledge of dbd
“Shit,” You curse under your breath, then again a beat after, “shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
Like a mantra the word continues to roll off of your tongue as you nervously roll your hands, eyes flitting to and fro in the darkness.
This place was unfamiliar—new territory. And, with new territory, meant new danger. New monsters. New fear.
You hadn’t heard a peep from the start of the trial; no ringing bells to alert you that the Wraith was near, no electricity zapping through the air followed by cruel laughter to let you know the Doctor would be after you. The suspense was enough to trigger your lungs into shutting down momentarily, sending you to the ground as you fought against your own body to breathe. You nearly passed out twice. The crows that perched above you seemed to be laughing at your misfortune as they caw, caw, cawed, making your lip curl in a sneer.
“Fuck off,” You told them, “fuck off, fuck off.”
There were only two generators left to fix according to Leon, your rescuer who had found you hyperventilating against a tree. He helped you to your feet, staying with you to make sure you could stand on your own without fainting.
“Do you know what killer we’re facing?” You had asked, disoriented and dizzy. Leon shook his head.
“No..” He sighed, hand on your shoulder. “That’s what worries me.”
You split up after that, having to convince Leon that you would be fine. You wanted to help—you weren’t useless. At your stubbornness, Leon finally relented, informing you that he’d work on finding the other survivors and fixing the next generator they came across while you did the same.
“Be careful,” Were his last words to you before taking off into the trees. And then you were alone again. With as much breath as you could muster, you trekked on, focusing on as many senses as you could to keep yourself grounded. You pulled lyrics from your brain from songs that helped even before the fog, murmuring them under your breath as you stepped over shrubbery. It did little to calm your anxiety, but it was distracting enough.
And then, breakthrough.
The familiar clunking of a generator had your hopes rising, eyes alight as you quickened your pace over to it. Bending down low, you nabbed the wires in hands that shook in tandem with the engine.
“Alright, me,” You exhale, “don’t screw this up.”
You set to work, jammed to your elbows in the machine as you connected plugs, fastened coils, and hot-wired cables. Within five minutes, you successfully have the generator humming with life, ready to lift the gates that would lead you and your teammates to safe haven. You step away from your hard work and dust your hands, but feel a sudden chill race up your spine.
“Excuse me?”
Your heart flies to your throat.
“Ex..cuse… me?” The voice, warbled and inhuman, comes from right behind you. You hear shuffling as it comes closer. “Excuse me…?”
You make the mistake of turning around.
“Excuse me,” You parrot habitually, hands flying to cover your mouth as your eyes trailed up wrinkled skin and mangled bones. Still, muffled, your voice continues to shake as you meet pits-for-eyes, your chin jerking every few seconds, “e-excuse me? Excuse me?”
The thing tilts its head even more, twitching before it drops onto all fours, creeping towards you like some deranged animal. “E..x..cuse me?” It trills as it drags itself closer, forcing you back. “Sorry… is this.. yours?”
Fear possesses your body and tongue. Your thoughts are stampeding a million miles a minute, and you desperately want to run. You begin to rock, whimpers escaping through your nose.
“You.. help?” It asks, hand reaching out to caress your hair. You flinch, eyes squeezing shut as the strands fall through its fingers.
“P-Please,” You croak, finally finding your voice, “s—stop.”
The creature is silent, prompting you to take a peek at it despite every coherent thought pleading you not to. It’s staring at you with an empty expression save for its teeth bared in a permanent, lopsided grin, its body twitching every few moments. Then, it speaks.
“Pl..eeease,” It mimics, trying to match your inflection, “sss…top.” Again, “ple—ase… stop.” And again. “Please.. stop.”
You can’t help but squint at the thing, confusion added on top of terror and adrenaline. Was this thing… copying you? You swallow.
Deciding to test this theory, you pathetically choke, “g-go away.” It shivers.
“Go… away.”
“Go away,” You say again, and it wastes no time.
“Go away.”
You can’t help but force out a laugh of disbelief. It tilts its head, then lets out a terrible, guttural noise—a mix between hissing and gurgling. If that was its attempt at a laugh, you’d prefer for humor to cease to exist so you would never have to hear it again.
A loud buzz cuts through the air, causing the creature to jerk its head at the sound, distracted. Seizing the opportunity, you make a run for it, forcing your legs to push you farther than they ever have. Checking over your shoulder, you find the beast still standing in the same place, watching you. You don’t stop running.