The Bride and his Bridesmaid
Note: This is ignoring the ending of the original game, going along a storyline where Miles gets caught by Eddie while trying to escape the asylum like Waylon. Also, this is my first Outlast fic so I hope its okay :) Also I do not own Outlast sadly, and I always forget to put disclaimers on my fanfics at first XD whoopsie
Waylon didn't know why he was going along with this. Maybe he should've just begged Eddie to kill him when caught, or not tried to run from him earlier when he was in one of his less persuasive moods, although one small part of him wanted to live. Perhaps that was why he'd agreed to do this, well, it wasn't as if he'd been given much of a choice on the matter. If he went through with this, there was still the hope that he'd be able to find some way to escape and see his wife and two children again. That was the hope that was getting him through this nightmare.
He figured that seeing as the only way of surviving right now would be to cooperate with the mad man, so he may as well give in and try his best to please him; even though that was the last thing he wanted to do.
After having tried to escape his clutches numerous times, and having a broken and swollen ankle that was killing him, he'd thought he would reason with the man, saying that he'd stop running so they could get... married. Just thinking about what Eddie wanted to do with him made him shiver.
At least he'd managed to get out of having his private parts sawn off, although he still doesn't know how. Maybe Eddie saw him as a woman with the parts he had now, wait, saw him as a man with the correct parts. No, it was more likely a woman with male parts, as he'd somehow managed to convince him he had a womb already, despite being a man... Whatever he saw him as, Waylon was just glad he could keep his dick and balls intact, even if it meant getting married to this monster.
He was currently tied to a chair, wearing a wedding dress that Eddie had either hand-made himself or stolen off the corpse of someone. It was suspiciously covered in dried blood and grime, so he had his suspicions about the latter. Although it would be weird if someone had been running around in a wedding dress inside this mental asylum anyway...
He felt so stupid, but seeing as this was the only way he'd get out of this, he just grinned and bared it. He had no idea where his undershirt and coveralls were, but he felt glad that Eddie had at least allowed him to keep his boxers on.
As he was held there, he began to think back to his actually wedding. Lisa had looked so beautiful. A truly beautiful vision in white; almost like an angel. Whereas what did he look like now? A transvestite. Although he had to admit, despite being a madman he had chosen a nice dress. It was suspiciously fitting too... He hadn't ever had any cross dressing tendencies before, and after this ordeal he didn't think it likely he ever would. Not even for support, or a dare.
He was being held in a small room next to a makeshift chapel that he'd ran past earlier. Eddie had left him in there tied up and locked in so that he wouldn't run from him again, and so that he could be safe while he 'gathered the guests'. Waylon could only image what he meant by that, and he hoped it involved no dangerous variants or killing the more innocent here.
"Darling!" He faintly heard Eddie shout from down the corridor. The sudden sound of his voice in the darkness made Waylon jump, although he ignored it and waited patiently for his 'fiancé' to enter the room. He frowned when he heard a second voice- this one sounding like one of his victims, and found himself feeling sorry for the poor guy.
He heard the sound of a metal cupboard being pushed out of the way, and then saw Eddie enter into this small room with another man in tow. He was slightly taller than Waylon, with short black hair and dull grey eyes. He wasn't naked, or in any uniform patient or worker, so Waylon could only assume he had snuck into the facility for some reason. He was, however, very dirty and covered in splatters of blood.
"Darling! I caught a live one!" Eddie said gleefully, pulling the rather pissed off, but very much alive and sane man through the door properly. Well, he probably wasn't sane being in a place like this, "She will be your bridesmaid."
"Let go of me you sick fu-" The man started to say, but then his glare landed on Waylon and he cocked his head. "Oh great lemme guess, are you another patient too?"
"DONT TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!" Eddie yelled, shaking the man violently and slapping him round the face. Well that answered Waylon's earlier question on whether he saw him as a man or a woman.
The man held his tongue after that, seemingly realising that it would probably happen again if he spoke out of turn. Waylon just stared as that little scene played out in front of him, knowing that Eddie probably wouldn't appreciate him talking out of line either. When the man turned his gaze to him, still keeping a firm grip on the man, Waylon felt he needed to say something back, so he gave the best fake smile he could and answered him.
"He- I mean, she's, um, great. Have you prepared everything, love?" Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the man staring at him in disbelief, but he ignored him and kept a loving gaze trained on Eddie, who smiled back with the same expression then shook his head.
"Not quite. I think I shall leave you two alone for a while so you can get to know each other. I know how you women are; you like to gossip and chat amongst one another, hm?" He giggled then pushed the man over to a chair near Waylon's. After tying him up, he walked over to Waylon and stroked his face adoringly, and then leant down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Waylon tried his best not to shy away or gag at the action, knowing he had to show Eddie no doubts, before the other man pulled back and smiled down at him.
His expression quickly darkened as he glanced at both of them and began to walk slowly backwards out of the room. "I can trust you to wait here with your new friend Darling, can't I? If you leave, I know you truly are just another filthy, lying whore that deserves to die." He said threateningly. Waylon nodded, keeping his mouth shut, and he could still feel the other man's eyes on him. Eddie's anger lifted when he saw the nod, then he left, probably in search of other people or corpses to be guests.
As soon as he was out the door with it locked and a metal cupboard pushed in front of it, Waylon breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to face the other man.
"Can I just clarify- I'm not insane." He said, locking his eyes onto his to let him know he was being truthful, but the other man just raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" He answered sarcastically. "You could've fooled me."
Waylon shook his head. "I worked here- I mean, I was forced to work here, until I betrayed Murkoff by sending out an anonymous tip to several journalists in the hope they'd expose the horrors of this place...My name's Waylon Park, what about you?"
"Miles. Miles Upshur. I'm a journalist... Wait, anonymous tips? Could it be you who sent me here in the first place?"
Waylon's eyes widened in realisation as he recognized the name of this man as one of the people he had emailed. "Yes! Yes, I emailed you." He laughed, although it was more from relief rather than happiness or joy. "I knew my message would reach out to someone..." He paused, realising that by luring the man here with the promise of a story and telling him Murkoff's projects needed exposing to the world, he had probably made his life hell since he arrived, and he'd probably gone through similar ordeals to him. Although to be fair, he didn't realise how out of control things would get so quickly. He glanced over at the man and gulped when he saw him looking daggers at him.
"So it was you!" You were the one that lead me here, tempting me with the promise of a good story lead, and yet to get the fucking information I needed, I've been chased by inpatients, nearly ripped apart several times by a fucking pig of a man, had two of my fucking fingers forcibly chopped off by fucking lunatic that calls himself a doctor, and to top it all off, I've now been caught and am being forced to being a fucking woman to watch a marriage between a freak and the fucker who lead me here?!"
Waylon would feel sorry for this guy, if he hadn't been through virtually the same situations. "At least you weren't threatened with having your dick cut off!"
"You what?" Miles spat, frowning and giving Waylon an incredulous look.
"It was Eddie, you know, that guy who tied us both up here? He's one of the patients of this place. He thinks we're all women, and he tried to make us all 'beautiful'. He stripped me then tied me up and tried to cut my dick of with a fucking buzz saw!"
Miles looked at him like he was insane for a moment before he threw his head back and laughed. Waylon frowned, feeling a little annoyed.
"Why're you laughing?"
"Because he was going to cut your dick off!" Miles managed to say through fits of laughter. It wasn't particularly funny, considering the same thing could also happen to him, but just the idea was so far fetched that he found it almost hilarious.
"It's not funny." Waylon huffed, growling threateningly a few seconds later when he wouldn't stop.
Once Miles had eventually calmed down from his moment of hysteria, he couldn't help but glance down at Waylon's crotch area curiously. "So... Did he?" Waylon raised an eyebrow, not understanding his question. "Did he actually cut it off?"
"What? No!" Waylon yelped, staring at him in disbelief. "I've still got all my private parts thank you very much!"
"Really? If he was gonna cut it off, then why didn't he?"
"Someone rammed into him just as he was about to make the cut. It was so close, but because of that I was able to break free and slip away from him. It worked, except a little later on I ran into him again and he tried to hang me... I don't know how I managed it, its all still a blur, but I somehow managed to convince him I was sorry and that I loved him back. It's all part of my plan to escape you see; I'm gaining his trust so that for now, he wont kill or harm me. He's even killed a variant that was after me earlier in this whole nightmare, so actually I'm safe for now... I've just got to... Um... Marry him and..." He trailed off and blushed, looking away in embarrassment from Miles as the realisation of what he was planning to do came back to him.
"... And what?" Miles asked cautiously.
"Well... My original plan was to somehow knock him unconscious while he was distracted as we... Uh..." He blushed harder, feeling himself squirm within the confines of the ropes. "C-copulated..."
Miles burst out laughing again. He didn't care that by making so much noise he could be putting them in danger, but right now he didn't care. He needed a laugh after everything that'd happened to him.
"Sh-shut up! It's the only plan I could come up with on such short notice! It's too late just to break out and make a run for it. My ankle's buggered, and I'm in this fucking dress, so he'd catch me in no time, and then he'd kill me for sure."
"So you thought it was better to have him fuck you and hope that someone of your size could knock him out? Good luck with that." He snickered, ignoring the glare that Waylon was sending him.
"Well actually, now that you're here, I think we've bettered out chances to escape." Waylon said, grinning mischievously. Miles raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? And how'd you figure?"
"Now I don't have to rely on my aim alone. While I'm keeping him distracted, you could escape your confines, come find us, and knock him out for me! Then we could help each other escape this god awful place... What do you say?" He asked hopefully. Miles seemed to think about it for a second, before shrugging.
"Sure, but how can you be sure I won't just run off and leave you alone with him, using your distraction for him as one for me while I make my escape?
Waylon opened his mouth to reply, but then shut it and looked away. "I can't, although you and I are in the same position. We've both suffered, and we both want to get out of here more than anything. We stand a better change of survival if there are two of us, so surely it's not really in your best interest to leave me?" He looked at Miles as he saw the man think again, staying silent for a few seconds before adding, "Plus, even if he is momentarily distracted, once he's done with me, he'll come for you. It wont matter how close you are to the exit; he'll still get to you, and you know I'm not just saying that."
Miles gulped, thinking about it for a moment longer, and then nodded slowly. "Alright, we're in this together then. So how exactly are we going to do this then?"
"Well..." Waylon began, and then started to tell him his plan in more detail, making sure to lower his voice in case Eddie returned and/or was eavesdropping on them.