Dead by Daylight One Shots

Huntress x Fem!Soldier!Reader

I missed.

Her eyes from behind the horse mask darted towards me. I panicked and ran away to where my other comrades were. The woman lifted another hatchet and threw it my way. She had quite an arm on her as well as excellent aim. Too bad it was all directed at me. The hatchet struck my right hip and burrowed deep into the flesh. I screamed in agony and crumbled to the ground. My helmet fell off my hair and rolled away into a puddle of blood. The snow was icy cold against my head but it was the least of my worries.

I breathed heavily and began to cry. I shakily clutched the hatchet handle that stuck out of my side. My hand was immediately caked with hot blood. It oozed and gushed from my wound quickly, giving me small relief from the cold temperature. I didn't know how long I was laying there for. I could hear my comrades scream and gurgle on their own blood from all around. The woman was merciless and killed every single one. She bashed the last to death with a rock. His face was just a wet red heap.

Then it got quiet.

It was so eerie yet comforting. There were no explosions or bullets or screams. Just silence. I laid in the snow without moving a muscle. I was completely soaked in my own blood as well as Wolfgang's. I stopped crying and groaning in pain to just await my death. I could hear the masked woman trudge through the snow, glancing down at every fallen soldier she killed.

She began to hum.

The Russian woman hummed a soft tune that I didn't recognise. I slowly turned my head to the side to see her in the near distance. She leaned down to the soldier she bashed with the rock and rummaged through his uniform. I saw her bloody hand pull out a little handmade doll. She lifted it up to her mask and stared down at its little button eyes. A noticeable blood splatter adorned its face. The woman tucked away the doll in the Russian uniform she wore. She then went to another soldier, also rummaging through his uniform for anything that appealed to her.

I lifted a shaky hand to my own uniform, sliding it under. My bloody fingers traced the rough fabric of the small teddy bear I had. It was a gift from the children back in Germany for when I got drafted. They told me it would keep me company and keep me safe. I tried to smile at the thought but my body was far too numb and traumatised to even consider it.

The woman continued to hum as she approached my broken body. She loomed over me and seemed surprised that I was still alive. With my last bit of strength, I pulled the teddy bear out from my uniform and held it out weakly for her.

Here is your prize.

The Russian stopped humming and that was when my vision completely blurred out. I turned my head and closed my eyes. The last thing I felt was my blood pouring out and her taking the teddy bear.

I awoke by the warmth of a fireplace. I stirred tiredly on the blanket I was laying on. I hissed in pain and cracked my eyes open. I found myself in a small room by the fire. There was a dinner table behind me and a huge chandelier made of what looked like elk antlers. I was laying on a blanket made of a skinned animal on the floor. My jacket was missing. I found myself only wearing my bra, pants and boots. I glanced down at my side that was wrapped tight in a bandage, blood soaking through. I took a shaky breath and ran my fingers over the wound.

How did I not die?

Footsteps followed by the sound of a woman humming sounded from outside. I shot up in surprise but then winced when I tore my wound a little. The door flew open to reveal the large woman with the horse mask and Russian uniform. I froze in place and stared wide eyed at the figure in the door. She stopped humming and the only thing that could be heard was the crackling fire. We stared silently at each other for a few painfully long moments.

The masked woman began to softly hum to herself again. She strode over to where I sat by the fireplace. She squatted down next to me, her dark eyes glaring at me from behind the mask. I nervously clutched the bandages that were covering the hatchet would that she inflicted.

"What is it that you want from me?" I asked in a hushed tone.

The woman tilted her head in confusion. Ah, of course. She was Russian. There was no way she could speak English, let alone German. Whelp, that was an issue. The woman ignored it anyway and instead pulled out something from behind her. I held my breath and braced for it to be some kind of weapon.

She pulled out my teddy bear.

I looked down at it in her hand confusingly. The woman nudged it to my chest, silently telling me to take it. I hesitantly took the small bear and held it in my hand. It looked up at me with its big, sad button eyes. A little flicker of my blood stained its already matted fur.

"But it is for you to take." I said even though I knew she couldn't understand me.

The woman sat next to me on the blanket and continued to hum. I stroked the teddy bear's fur and stared into the orange glow of the fire. My side hurt so bad. I contemplated the past couple of events. Everything played like a movie in my mind. I knew that I would never be a normal woman again after the war. And this woman, she... she threw a hatchet at me and then patched me up. She killed my comrades, my friends.

Wolfgang.

My shoulders shook as a sob left me. I hunched over and cried, tears trickling down my cheeks. I bowed my head and hugged the teddy bear, wishing that I died then and there with my comrades. The Russian woman hummed, stretching an arm around my bare shoulders. She pulled me close to her and sung softly by my ear. I cried harder and closed my eyes. The masked woman began to stroke my hair lovingly.

"Shh, shh, shh." She uttered.

I couldn't shove her away. My side hurt far too much and I knew if I tore it again, it would surely be fatal. I remained laying there on her chest with her fingers in my hair.

Who are you? I wished I could've asked her.

The large woman cradled my wounded form by the roaring fireplace. The teddy bear laid in my lap, my tears dripping down into its fur.

"Medvezhonok." She cooed affectionately.