A.N.: I know that this has been done a lot, them in a Dead By Daylight like situation, but I decided to try and make it as realistic as I possibly could. I seriously tried to logic my way out of the video game stuff. Obviously there'll be some inaccuracies, the way generators work and are repaired and probably how the hooks are put together for instance, but I did try in every other way and hopefully I did okay.
Chapters should be somewhere between 1000 to 1500 words long.
also summary is shitty and cheesy as fuck sorryyyyy


Jonathan opened his eyes.

Above him he saw dying trees, what remaining leaves the trees had blowing slightly in the gentle wind, and beyond that the sky was dark, not a single star in sight. He looked around him, finding nothing but more dying trees and a run down cabin, just barely visible through the trees a good distance away.

He sat up and moved slowly, cautiously as he stood up. He looked down at himself and he saw that he was wearing his GTA V character's signature outfit, the blue hoodie with a grey t shirt under it and a pair of loose blue jeans. He furrowed his eyebrows, knowing that he definitely hadn't worn this recently. Something wasn't right, he had no idea where he was or more importantly, how he got there. Last Jonathan remembered, he'd been at home in his room, about to head off to bed and then… he couldn't remember.

Maybe he'd just gone to bed and fallen asleep and this was all just a dream. He reached down to pinch his arm and he winced slightly at the pain as he did. So, not a dream then.

Jonathan started creeping forward, cautiously aware of his surroundings. He just didn't recognize anything around him but it all felt familiar somehow, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

He headed towards the cabin and he slowly opened the door when he reached it. He peeked his head inside and took in his surroundings. It was bare, completely empty except for a machine in the middle of the room and a set of stairs to the left of the door he stood in. He crept forward and took the stairs down to the basement.

He turned the corner of the staircase and what he saw made him want to vomit.

There was a strong, thick, wooden beam set up in the middle of the room, a wooden board attached to each of the four sides, going outward, a hook attached to the end of those. Everything was covered in red, the wood stained, the hooks caked in layers of it, the floor splattered with it. There was blood everywhere.

And that was when it hit him, the machine upstairs, the hooks in front of him, this was a Dead By Daylight map, somehow turned real. He scurried over to one of the lockers and shut himself in, needing to think for a moment but not feeling safe just standing out in the open. He leaned back against one of the sides and slid down until he was sat on the bottom of the closet.

Okay, so most likely there was someone, a killer, out there in the woods hunting him down. It might not even be just him either, there could be more people out there and Jonathan wasn't sure he'd prefer to be alone or not. If he was to assume everything was to be done as if he were playing the game, he needed to repair the generators, which he knew was going to be his downfall since there was a huge difference between pressing a few buttons in a game and actually repairing generators. And if he wasn't the only one here, he would need to repair up to five generators.

At that point, Jonathan was accepting the fact that he'd most likely die in the woods, when the door to his locker opened. He jumped and immediately went on the defensive, pushing the person who'd opened the door to the ground and climbing on top of them, getting ready to punch them. He'd wound his arm back, ready to punch when the person below him turned them over, so that Jonathan was being pinned to the ground. He struggled, the person's hands holding his wrists down to the dirty floor.

"Calm down for fuck's sake, I'm not gonna hurt you." Jonathan stopped struggling, not because of the words the stranger had said, but because he recognized that voice. It'd be hard not to after how long he'd played video games with him.

"... Evan?" He was wearing his character's signature outfit as well, the black shirt and red jacket. Evan blinked, clearly taken off guard by the fact that Jonathan knew who he was, not that Evan even knew that he was Delirious. It didn't surprise him, they'd never actually met in person before now.

"Do I know you?" Jonathan laughed and almost immediately recognition dawned on Evan.

"Really? I'm surprised you didn't know it was me the second I spoke."

"Delirious?"

"In the flesh."

"I can't believe it's you…" Evan breathed out, an intense look on his face as he stared at Jonathan.

"Yeah…" Jonathan chuckled, suddenly hyper aware of the position they were in. Evan was still pinning him to the ground, practically lying on top of him, "Can you, uh…?" He trailed off as he tried to pull his wrists free from Evan's grip. Evan shook himself out of the shock of meeting Jonathan and nodded. He let go of Jonathan's wrists and got off of him, standing up and reaching out his hand for Jonathan to take. Jonathan accepted it and Evan pulled him up.

"So, where are we?" Evan asked, looking around the basement. Jonathan frowned and took a deep breath.

"I have an idea…" he said, "But it's gonna sound crazy."

"Okay…"

"Well," Jonathan took a deep breath, "We're in the middle of the woods, there's only a generator upstairs, we're in the sex dungeon-"

"The sex dungeon?" Evan asked, his lips quirking up into an amused smile, somehow not having made the connection yet, "I don't know what kind of kinks you're into but…"

"Oh fuck off," Jonathan snapped, his panic over the situation starting to come back, "Not that kind of sex dungeon, the Dead By Daylight sex dungeon." Evan's eyes widened and he looked around.

"So you're saying…"

"Yeah, this is basically a Dead By Daylight map." Evan inhaled sharply.

"Shit."

"I know," Jonathan took a deep breath, "Listen, if this is really like a Dead By Daylight game, we need to get going on the generators." Evan nodded and the two of them started heading for the stairs before Jonathan paused. He turned around and looked at the basement around them, searching for the chest he hoped was there. He walked further into the room and sure enough, in the back corner of the room, there was a worn chest. Jonathan moved towards it and opened the lid with a loud creak. Jonathan winced at the loud noise before reaching inside and pulling out the tool box that was left in the dead center of the bottom of the chest. He turned back to Evan and the two of them headed upstairs.

They went straight to the generator and knelt beside it, not knowing where to even start. It looked completely new, the metal shining in the little light in the cabin, not a spot of rust or disrepair in sight at first glance.

"What are we even supposed to do here?" Evan whispered, "I don't know how to repair a generator, do you?" Jonathan shook his head, "Then what are we supposed to do!?"

"I don't know," Jonathan said, "Let's just- tinker around a little bit, see what works and what doesn't and hope it won't blow up in our face."

"Yeah… okay."

Jonathan reached for the generator and checked over the parts, finding that they looked to be in tact. He looked at the wires next and sighed when he found that they'd all been cut, the ends frayed with exposed wires.

"Well, fuck."

"What?"

"The wires are cut," Jonathan said, using both hands to reach into the generator, finding all the wires, "Literally all of the wires have been cut and there's gotta be fifty separate pieces here…" Evan stood up and circled the generator.

"The power switch is flipped on, should I turn it off?"

"No, it's gotta be on so I know if I connect the right wires." He reached for two wires and pressed the metal together. There was a spark and Jonathan jumped at the static sound. He furrowed his eyebrows and bit his lip as he reached for another wire to press to one of the first wires.

This was going to be a long process.