Dead By Daylights.The following story contains LGBT elements along with harsh language, gore and traumatic events. No NSFW is available here. If your not comfortable reading this with any of the things above please don't read, thank you for understanding.

...Following Ships and upcoming relationships, (Ha Ha, can't have a story without a bit of romance aye)

Jake/Dwight

Nea/Meg

Claudette/Feng Min

X'D These are the main characters available once you install D.B.D, and I'm too lazy to add the others, so uh...Yay!

(Edit, yeah I just realized Ace is in fact available so uh, oops! :')

One more note before the story begins, when a dialogue has this, that means it is actually stated in D.B.D. A quote.

Thank you for reading, enjoy this intro! ;3

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Dwight was sure that something was up. Since when did his "reliable" Co-workers actually show kindness to him? Well, kindness wasn't the best word. It was more like a tacked on smile on their faces, hiding what they were truly wanting to say.

The dark green forest wasn't providing any comfort at all. It looked like a place where teenagers went to get impaled on a long spear meant for fishing by a masked murderer in a hockey mask. This silence was getting unbearable, why was he here again?

"Sooo..."

Dwight started, seeing the others turn to him. Awaiting his answer, most likely impatient.

"Why are we g-going into these woods at ni-ight???"

"Team building exercise! The boss man wants us to try his family's moonshine recipe!"

One of the girl co-workers said, with a overdramatic, fake-as-her-blond-hair, giggle. Her tone of voice didn't match her eyes. The sharp green pools were filled with annoyance and something dangerous. Like a snake. Especially when the only light source, the flashlights, made them light up, like a candle.

Oh god.

There might be snakes in this forest. Or bears, it was a forest after all...

"Alright then.."

Dwight managed to say without stuttering, surprisingly, even though the air around the group was unsettling. Like something, or someone was gonna get taken by the shadows of the woods. Maybe it is just his co-workers fake kindness that left him uneasy...

Yeah, it was definitely just the dark bothering and making him worry.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, as they contuined to go deeper and deeper into the forests. Something was not right.

Dwight took a second to reach up to his face, finding a pair of black squared glasses that was thicker then his own self esteem. He quickly wiped them against his white office shirt, his black and red tie shifting from the disturbance.

As soon as they had disappeared they repeared, his glasses were back on his nose.

"Hey! Dwight, camp is just right up ahead! You coming dude?"

One of the guys infront yelled to the back of the group, the last one falling behind, was Dwight.

All thoughts about being wary of his co-workers died, as joy flooded him. Someone had actually said his name! And not in a rude or insulting way! That guy even called him dude! Maybe tonight would change everything, he could finally become the cool one at his job.

"Y-yeah! Im hurrying, j-just got distracted!"

Dwight enthusiastically replied back, jogging to keep up with his co-workers. He nearly jumped in surprise when his boss started to clap.

"Congratulations to all of us! Thank you all for coming! I'm very fortunate to have you all as my employees. In celebration, I shall open up some of my family's traditional moonshine."

Plenty of people started to clap in unison, and Dwight followed suit, watching his boss open the crate that he hadn't noticed before. There was no way that his boss carried that heavy crate this far into the forest. Thats wierd whats-

"Now, who would like to take the first sip?"

Dwight snapped out of his thoughts as he shifted his attention to his boss, seeing the man wave a red party cup in the air. The woods were silent. No one was gonna volunteer???

"Nobody? Then why are you here? Is nobody gonna drink this moonshine?"

The boss said, a tint of sadness in his voice.

Dwight felt his heart tense a little, rational thoughts disappeared as his emotions got the best of him.

"I'll go first!"

At first he didn't register it, until the red cup was set into his hands.

It's a shame, really. Dwight's own observents was ruined by the idea of his co-workers finally being friends with him. He should've stayed true to his gut. Now he was blind to the hidden smirks and dark laughs. Should've stayed home alone in bed. Instead he was here, and when he took his first sip, he knew.

He had been played like a pawn in a game of chest.

Darkness surrounded him quickly. Like a deep fog that pulled him deeper, farther then reality.

If he was dead, then he didn't care. He had been alone, no one gave him a chance of true friendship or a parents love.

Everything did change that night, but he didn't achieve being included at work. Instead he was rejected as a poor joke to show that they were firing him, by drugging the moonshine. Guess this was his final moment being the laughing stock of the community.

Dwight's co-workers could've stayed with him, or at least bring him back home.

They left him. In a forest. Known for getting people lost. Without anything to help defend or help himself.

Guess it was no surprise to them that they never saw or found Dwight Fairfield ever again.

Dwight found something though. More like something found him. Because when he woke up, things were...Different.