This is a crossover story of the game Dark Dreams Don't Die and the game Life is Strange. The story of this goes in tangent with the progression of LiS, while being set a bit after the events of D4.
If you are unfamiliar with D4, consider playing the game or watching an LP of the game.
I don't own anything.
A town where it appeared the sunset had never left. Completely podunk and unremarkable in it's own right, just like the thousands of small towns that riddled the United States. It had it's ups and downs, and it's own unique quirk being the once thriving fishing scene and it's hallmark art school. Yes, Arcadia Bay was more or less the typical archetype of a Northwestern suburbia.
So then what had compelled David Young to even consider moving there?
The hustle and bustle of Boston, MA was more than enough for the detective to handle as he had lived there for a good majority of his life. After all, being a law 'enforcer' was more or less a huge chunk of his life that distilled itself into a routine of sort: wake up, debate on shaving, deciding on not to shave, groom other body parts, a shot of tequila to wake yourself up, stuff a wad of gum in your mouth and swear you'd quit the damn things, have a smoke and drive on off the the precinct. More or less the archetype of his day for a good few years up until the marriage with his wif-
Stop thinking about it.
The brief reflection of his life and how it led up to him driving into Arcadia made the detective scrounge up some other unnecessary memories of his past. The loss of his loving wife came with years he had spent searching for a way to find the person who had seemingly vanished from the face of the earth responsible for her death. Years taken away from David meddling with the world, and in the end it was all for naught.
You can't change the past, David.
A few minutes had passed on before David had finally passed the 'Welcome to Arcadia Bay' sign that symbolized his entry into the uneventful town. Far away from the memories of the past that plagued him. Far away from the only friends he really could rely on-even if they were the bizarre Amanda and Forrest. "Was it really better this way?" a thought from David sprited up into his head. Isolating the problem doesn't really fix it. The potential killer who ruined his life was still out there, and there was still the unexplained properties of his 'quirk'. Then again, David didn't come to Arcadia Bay to find answers.
You just have to accept it.
David had came to get a new perspective on life.
The drive into town was quite longer than expected, what with the majority of the town being surrounded by forestry and the ocean. There was wildlife and the occasional sighting of a civilian hunting said wildlife. The fishermen and hunters came and went on their trucks towing their boats into port. Trace signals of the modern future then began to drone in with fancy sports cars driven by young and most likely stupid kids chattering on their phones. It's as if David had never really 'left' Boston-the vibe was more or less the same there despite the city aesthetic.
Time had passed on until David had pulled over into a gas station and parked his car in front of the tanks, as his tank was getting rather 'low' (it wasn't low, in fact it was half-full. David is just fickle of these things.) and he needed an excuse to go to the bathroom. Stepping out, David was met with another car-the very same sports car he had saw on the road, with the same obnoxious kids chattering and cursing up a storm on their phones. He didn't say anything as he didn't really want any trouble, so he had decided to head into the station booth.
David always seemed to have a very 'blank' expression when dealing with the monotonies of everyday life. He wasn't rude at all, but he always had an uncaring view on what went on. So you could imagine David being completely toned out of whatever the hell the store clerk (who couldn't be no more than nineteen) was saying to him. David had went into the store just to buy gas but once he had saw that they sold liquor as well, he grabbed the cheapest bottle of tequila he saw. As well as a bag of chips.
"Sir." The store clerk had began to the detective, "I need to see your I.D." This is what irked David the most about cashiers-they asked stupid questions instead of making worthwhile observations.
"Kid, do I look eighteen to you?" David had started off, a thick bostonian accent frontlining his words. "Cause if I do...well, it's good to know I still have youth on my side."
The clerk smiled at David's lame joke. "It's just store policy, we always card. Even the old guys. Pisses me off too."
"Should I tell yer boss that?" David joked again as he reached into his wallet for both cash and his I.D.
"N-No man!" The clerk blurted out defensively. The last thing he needed was another lost job. He took a brief glance at his I.D. before taking his cash and returning the appropriate change.
"Hah. Just a joke, kid." David had said reassuringly. "Look; keep the change. I'm in a rush anyway.
"Wait, you gave me a $100 bill a-" before the clerk could finish his sentence, David was already long gone. The entry bell of the store door was a signal of that.
As David walked back to his vehicle, he couldn't help but notice a couple of girls from behind his truck hurrying to scurry back into the sports car next to it. The girl in the brown sweater piece with the short, brown hair immediately switched her eyesight back to her phone, feigning a look of ignorance to whatever she had done to the man's car while the other, dark haired girl tried her damnedest to keep her cool.
"Oh good." David thought to himself. "Guess I /have/ to talk to them." He threw his bag of stuff in the passenger's seat of the car before swiveling to the gas pump to let his vehicle fill up. As that was going on, he had leaned against the driver's door on the opposite side-directly in front of the car with the suspicious teenage girls.
He stared at them with a look of displeasure. The dark haired girl occasionally shifting her vision to David while the blonde kept her cool.
"Hey, kid." David pointed at the blonde hair girl. "You know your friend's car has a flat in it, right? You should get that checked out." The blonde had smirked and sat aside her phone, looking back at David with seemingly innocent eyes and an 'annoyingly chipper tone.'
"Oh! Well, ah, I'll make sure to tell Nathan about his little issue. I'm not too knowledgeable about cars, sadly." Her response made David want to clench his fists and punch a window in, god was her voice unbearable.
"Doesn't take a mechanic to spot a flat, you know. Like it doesn't take a genius to spot marker on a back window." David gestured a thumb to his back window, now marked with in bright white markings with the phrase "GO BACK TO BOSTON."
"You girls like my license plate that much, eh?" David mused, blowing a bubble with the stale gum he chewed up. The dark haired girl began to shiver at the man's attentiveness, while the blonde shot her a glare before continuing with her faux kindness.
"Listen, I don't know how that got there. We don't even know you, sir, so why would we-" she was interrupted by the man pointing into the black haired girl's lap.
"She has a marker in her pocket. That's the thing about slim jeans-they tend to leave an imprint on the stuff in there." David retorted. Caught in her lies and the incompetence of her friend, the blonde huffed and stood out of the car, staring eye to eye with David despite the obvious height difference. When she spoke, her tone was obviously switched to something more venomous.
"Look. I'm /sorry/, I can't seem to control the actions of my friends. I can /assure/ you, that it'll never happen agai-." David drew his eyesight away from the girl, and reached into his pocket-revealing what looked to be a police badge. "Well, if that's the case, looks like she's under arrest for vandalism. Shame how these things work."
The darker haired girl's face flushed into white while the blonde stood there, flabbergasted. David began to walk over to the dark haired girl's door to 'escort' her out, but she immediately stood up and shouted, "WAIT. IT WAS VICTORIA'S IDEA, NOT MINE. I CAN'T GO TO JAIL, TAKE HER!"
The blonde, identified as 'Victoria' turned her head over to the panicking girl. "YOU BITCH. YOU THINK I'LL ACCEPT RATTING ME OUT, COURTNEY?"
Victoria and Courtney began to bicker and yell at one another, while David simply moved a smoke to his mouth to watch the event occur. At the same time, another young man with slicked back hair and an orange jacket began to walk back to his car, noticing the arguing girls and the unknown man staring and smoking.
"Ah...can I ask what the hell's going on?" The young man asked to David. David turned his head to him while the girls continued arguing, and whispered to the youth:
"I'm just fucking with them because they tagged my windshield. Let them argue, it's pretty funny." He ended the sentence with a snicker. The young man caught on to what he was saying and only smirked, seeing the two panic and lose their cool over the potential of being arrested.
"So, what, you new in town?" The young man, who David deduced to be 'Nathan' asked the detective. David explained. "Yeah, just moved in. Heading to the new house to move my stuff in, but as you can see-I made a small detour here. Then...this happened. Great kids that this Arcadia Bay has, y'know?"
The girls were still aruging by the time Nathan finished pumping his gas. What David noticed is that he spoke in the same faux interest/kindness that Victoria did. Some shitty kids here, but David played it off. "Look, here's some cash to clean your window up. Consider it a...welcome, you know? You seem to be alright. It's Nathan. Nathan Prescott."
David smirked and gave the kid a childish salute while he burned out the cigarette in his mouth. "David Young." He paused to accent the next statement loud enough for the girls to hear. "EX-Detective. I'm retired now." The girls had stopped their bickering immediately to face David, both red faced in confusion to see that they were tricked by the same man who they themselves tried to swindle.
"You idiots done whining to each other?" Nathan mused with a cocky grin. Before hopping into his car, he looked to David and grinned. "They won't fuck with you anymore, man. I can assure it. See ya!" With that, Nathan had pulled out of the gas station and drove out, the looming glare of Victoria staring in the soul of David.
If he were paying attention at all. He was still worried about that flat tire of his.
Within time, David had driven into a neighborhood-the very same neighborhood where he would most likely spend the rest of his life in if things worked out for him. David scouted around within his car to see a small house with a 'for sale' sign, adjacent to a couple of other already lived in homes.
"Must be the place," David spoke to himself as he began to pull into the driveway, "Huh. I was sure the online ad made this place look a lot bigger. Damned sneaky realtors." David had always hated dealing with people of the 'sales' trade, whether it be cashiers or realtors-they all had the same desire in the end: the money.
The house was what you'd expect from any other suburban home. A sizely garage to accompany it's pointed roofs, with untouched glass windows reflecting against the falling sun. A lawn kept in check by the realtor's contracted gardeners, with not a blade of grass touching the driveway concrete. Yes, the home's appearance seemed to duplicate against the others adjacent to it, though the difference regarding this one was that it seemed more 'new' in comparison to the other lived in ones. This place had been sitting here for a while. David being the 'new addition' didn't exactly help him blend in a way he would like to. (God forbid if he started talking to the locals so soon-he'd surely stick out even more with his rough accent.)
David stepped out of his car and leaned against the against the slightly dusted car door. Was this really it? Did his life really start here, right now? It was almost unreal. Did he have to get...a job?! Mingle with people, actually relate to their town and establish himself as one of their own? It felt so foreign and completely out of his comfort zone, when really all he wanted to do was to stop Amanda from destroying his window curtains, and enjoy dinner with Forrest-he never LIVED alone since the marriag-
Stop thinking about it.
No, no. This was right. This is what had to be done. David Young Hennig, 'Arcadia Bay' resident and 'ex' detective. He enjoys 100% de Agave Tequila, and hated bubble gum. He also didn't care for airplanes or fine art.
"Okay, David!" He said to himself, "Let's make the best out of a moot thing!"
He said that pretty loud, which caught the attention of one young woman pulling into her driveway in the home across from david. She brought a smoke to her mouth before looking out of the window, completely puzzled at how LOUD this guy was.
"The hell is this weirdo?"
Next chapters (if this is received well.) will slowly go into Episode 1's events, then Episode 2 and so on.) Both elements of D4's bizarre aesthetic and Life is Strange's homely atmosphere will mingle together well hopefully.
As David is an adult, you'll see him mingling more with the older cast of LiS. You'll also see some of David's quirk work out in time too.
Please, read and criticize.