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The Shame Game	By : Aynine Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 3352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Shame Game

[Disclaimer: I do not own Dead by Daylight, or any materials. All such items belong to their respective parties.]

Chapter 3: From the Void…

Meg ran, putting her feet to the ground harder and harder with each step, her chest burning to the point of aching. There was no other option, but this what she was best at. Every ounce of energy was poured into her flight, and she twisted her head to glimpse over her shoulder at what was coming. The sight of the monstrous Nurse, her left hand alight with power, her right clutching a blood-dripping bone saw, ignited fear like she never had before. She focused ahead, surging over obstacles until her legs felt like jelly, and her lungs wanted to disintegrate. The hoo came from behind her, and then the woosh as the killer traversed the spiritual world, finally surging through her. Meg’s heart skipped a beat as she could feel the otherworldly phasing run through her body, the blood in her veins turning to ice, and her legs gave out. She tripped, stumbling and rolling across the ground. Panting through the pain, she looked up as she attempted to stand, but there was only the Nurse. With the last of the air in her lungs, she screamed as the blade came down.

The sprinter tossed and turned awake, snapping upright, but as soon as she did, she groaned. Soreness wrapped around her thighs and hips, and the stinging of her head wound ignited a headache. Gentle arms laid her back down, and she gasped in air as she opened her eyes to murky images of the cabin. Groaning, she blinked away the nightmare and focused on remembering what happened. Pieces were coming back, such as connecting her lower body pain with failing a vault, but all of it filled in as soon as Claudette and the Hag leaned over her, each studying her with concern.

“Maybe I should’ve killed her earlier,” the Hag muttered, cocking her head.

Claudette shook her head. “No, no. That wouldn’t help. She was going to find out sooner or later, so it may as well be from us now.” Meg tried sitting again, but the botanist laid her down once more. “Take it easy, Meg. I think you gave yourself a concussion.”

The Hag folded her arms across her chest. “Now what? I can’t kill her now. Sally would be cross.”

“Were you two… having…” Meg trailed off, trembling and her face flushing, as the Hag leaned closer. She frowned and pointed to her wet athletic pants, having been rolled up to preserve what dignity she might’ve thought she had left.

“You should know, since you were spying on us. It looks like we weren’t the only ones being naughty. Claudette didn’t tell me you were into watching.” She glanced to her partner.

Meg shot up this time, immediately regretting the quick motion. She groaned and clutched her head. “Oh, my god. You were having sex.” The Hag lowered her eyelids and merely stared at her with incredulity. “What the fuck, Claudette?”

The botanist became indignant. “What do you mean? You were spying on us having sex, you pervert! You’re the little voyeur.”

Meg’s face burned and she hung her head. “N-No, it’s not like that!”

Claudette snickered and patted her on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Meg. We all have our needs. I just didn’t think this would be your kink.”

The sprinter opened her mouth to protest, but the Hag put a sharp finger over her lips. “I trust you know to keep this a secret.” Meg nodded and swallowed. “If it were up to me, I would punish you for interrupting my time, but that’s not for me to decide anymore. If you out us, there will be,”—she held aloft her right claw, the sinister talons hovering just before her eyes—"harsh consequences.” The sprinter nodded again, trembling. “Good. Well, we finished while you were out, and I don’t feel like doing anything else right now.” She turned to Claudette and smiled. “I’ll see you in another trial when I can,” she said, leaning in to kiss her.

Meg’s mouth twisted getting a close-up of the husk-like Hag and her dark tongue slipping into Claudette’s mouth. Somehow, it didn’t make her as ill as she expected, but the discomfort it invoked was titanic. She watched as they embraced, and stood up, and the Hag extended a helping hand to Meg. Still bewildered by their relationship, she simply stared at it for a moment, until the Hag picked her up to standing, shaking her head.

“You should get her out of here. The fog will take care of her concussion. And do make sure she keeps this little incident to herself.” The Hag walked them to the gate, and Meg was lost in the daze of what just happened, absently following the botanist. When they arrived, she watched them embrace one last time before she was shooed out of the trial. As they moved through the fog, she wondered if it had all been a dream. Maybe she hit her head, and then hallucinated… but that would mean she hallucinated hitting her head… again, and that didn’t sound right. As she reached the campfire, Claudette lingered with her on the edge, watching Bill and Jeff stepping out and taking their seats on the logs. Finally, the truth set in, and Meg collapsed. Though she knew, and partially understood what she’d seen, it was still a lot to process.

“Hey, are you okay?” the botanist asked. “Your wounds are gone now.”

“H-How…” Claudette leaned in, and Meg grabbed her by the collar and pulled her to the ground with her. “How long have you been fucking the Hag?” she growled, wide-eyed but maintaining a hushed voice.

“Whoa, h-hey, there’s no need to be so rough.” Meg released her and she sat up and dusted herself off. “Not too long now,” she replied nonchalantly.

Somehow, the sprinter was even more aggravated by the answer. “What the fuck is going on, Claudette? I mean… how? Why?”

The botanist chuckled and took a seat beside her. “So, you know the thing we call the Entity, right? Spidery legs and tendrils that kill and take us?”

Meg nodded. “Get to the point.”

“Well, apparently the female killers have worked out some kind of arrangement to… pick a female survivor as their own.” She blushed and scratched at her face with an absent finger. “Y-You’ve seen how and who it is for me. Lisa is a bit more… um… involved about it.” She fidgeted and became lost in thought.

“And?” Meg crossed her arms over her chest, frowning.

“That’s all I really know right now. I don’t know who has picked whom, but Lisa picked me, and it’s been… really nice, actually.” She looked at Meg and beamed. “She’s surprisingly cuddly, but I think that’s just because she’s small.”

What anger the sprinter harbored melted away into disbelief as she studied her face. “You didn’t seem too enthusiastic when I watched you.”

Claudette frowned. “I’m not calling her ugly, but… it wasn’t easy to get used to at first. It still takes me a moment. I was really scared of her claws, but she’s actually very gentle with them when she wants to be. She can give a killer back rub.” She grinned, and Meg took her head into her hands.

Silence fell over them and Meg pulled her legs up to her chest as she looked on to the campfire in the distance. Claudette seemed lost in thought, sitting cross-legged beside her, equally lost in her thoughts. After a while, Meg sighed and turned to her.

“So, what now?”

The botanist shrugged. “I guess… we just keep on going. I mean, we have to be careful about this and keep up appearances. Lisa won’t kill me, but I can’t just wait around in the trials, either. She’s one less killer that I have to fear, and… now I can actually look forward to seeing her.”

Meg shivered. “I couldn’t imagine looking forward to any killer.” She sighed and stretched her legs back out, tilting her head up to the stars. “Since I know this is coming,” she shivered again, “who picked me?” The botanist scratched the back of her head and turned away. “Claudette. Who?”

“I… uh… I really don’t think I should—”

Meg grabbed her arm. “Come on. I need to know.”

Claudette frowned. “Well, I didn’t get to know… until it just happened.”

The sprinter loosed an exasperated sigh. “Please, Claudette.”

The botanist swallowed while she regarded her comrade. “The Nurse.”

“No.”

Claudette nodded grimly. “I’m sorry, Me—”

“You’re fucking lying,” she replied curtly, but Claudette didn’t flinch as she stared at her. “N-No… That has to be a joke. Please tell me you’re joking,” she added, her eyes growing wide. When the botanist shook her head, tears welled in her eyes. “I… I can’t… No…”

Scooting closer, Claudette pulled her into an embrace while Meg shook with fear. “I… know you are having a tough time with her. Nea told me about your nightmares, but… it should be different now.”

Meg shook her head. “I… can’t. I won’t let her catch me.”

Claudette patted her on the back. “You don’t understand, Meg.” She relinquished the sprinter and pulled back, adjusting her glasses. “This arrangement isn’t up to us. As far as the other killers are concerned, you belong to the Nurse now. What she plans to do with, or for, you is entirely up to her. I don’t think she’ll kill you, but…”

“B-but?” Meg echoed, horrified.

“I-I don’t know. It can’t be bad, right? She hasn’t been trying to kill you lately, right?”

Meg continued to tremble, but it eased slightly, and she looked away. “That doesn’t make me feel much better,” she mumbled, slouching. “What if she’s just trying to get me to lower my guard, just to kill me with her own hands again?”

Claudette offered a grim shrug. “I don’t know… I could try to find out from Lisa, but that will take time. You’ll probably find out directly from the Nurse before me.”

Meg stood up, wiping her eyes, only for them to water again. “I can’t do it, Claudette. I just… can’t. Just seeing her is terrifying, but now I have to worry about what else she could do to me?”

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. You can try to escape her, but… she’s the most powerful. All you can do is pray that she’s not still interested in killing you, and so far, that sounds right.” She patted her on the back again, and Meg nodded, wiping her eyes one last time.

“Alright. I’ll try to stay positive.” She shivered and took a deep breath, squashing the last of the images of her from her mind. “Alright. Let’s go back to the others.”

As they approached the campfire, everyone looked up at her, offering their greetings. Dwight was crouched close to the flames, and he adjusted his glasses as he looked their way. “Whoa. Did the fearless Meg… piss herself?”

The sprinter petrified. Oh, fuck. I forgot about… that. The rest of them took a good look and began laughing. She quickly sat down, her face flushed from embarrassment.

“Oh, come on, guys. It’s happened to all of us,” Claudette interjected, frowning.

A snort came from the other side of the fire, and Jake scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Wasn’t it Dwight that pissed himself first?”

The temp nodded his head. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. Welcome to the club, Meg. Now you’re mortal like the rest of us.” He turned to her and smiled. “We’re just messing with you. You’ll always be a part of the team.”

She offered a meek nod, and the other survivors began sharing stories of being frightened. Meg slumped forward, her mind circling back to the Nurse. A brushing on her shoulder prevented her from slipping too far into the spiral of soul crushing memories. She turned to see Nea staring at her, her face etched with worry.

“Hey, are you alright? You look really rattled.”

Meg took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “It’s nothing. I just… The last killer really got under my skin. The Hag’s traps always scare the hell out of me.”

Nea chuckled. “Yeah… I think she gets all of us pretty good. You’ve just gotta stay low and take it slow, and then her traps aren’t all that bad.”

The sprinter nodded. She wasn’t in the mood to entertain any more conversations, and she put a hand on the tagger’s shoulder. “Hey. I don’t mean to leave you hanging, but I’m really tired. I’m going to change and turn in.”

“Oh, okay.” Nea nodded to her. “Let me know if you need to talk. I’m here for you.”

Meg offered a nod in return and moved away to her tent, tuning out the rest of the survivors. The small chest at the back of it held all of her clothes, accessories, and items. It magically preserved them, much like the rest of the realm preserved the survivors. All physical injuries sustained during the trials were healed, though any psychological trauma persisted and built up. They worked together to keep each other sane and grounded in the bleak circumstances, yet there were some things they had to work through alone. However, Meg was finding it harder and harder to weather the Nurse’s trauma. The other killers, terrifying and vicious as they were, never got to her like the faceless woman. She couldn’t figure out what set her apart, but the images of her, head cocked, gazing at her while she suffered beneath her hands, were burned into her.

Changing pairs of pants, she pulled out her jacket and hat to go with it, laying them out as she laid down. She stared at the ceiling, half afraid of the Nurse haunting her dreams, and half afraid of anything else the Entity’s realm would roil up in her. Sighing, she shriveled under a blanket and closed her eyes. The most unsettling thing of all reached her. I belong to her now, Meg thought, trembling. Exhaustion overpowered her grim memories, and consciousness slipped away.
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