A black fog, a fog as dark as the ends of space. The sinking feeling whenever it got close, the creaking of iron, the claws that tried to entrap him, the wind around it writhing, the plants wilting away as it got closer, the forest trees falling from their positions as soon as the fog bypassed them. The people that had cornered him in the forest, chanting in its wake. This fog… It had followed him for years. It had continuously tried to surround him, to try and whisk him away. He heard a person with singes all over their body yell out to him with a crazed smile, "Our master has come for you, Melec Forquinta! Now, you will face a nightmare that you will never escape from!" He looked around at his surroundings, the people surrounding him as the black fog rushed ahead. He couldn't run away, not this time. His uncle and aunt were home, he wouldn't have made it back to them. The people all crazily laughed, the claws coming out of the fog strafing towards him to coil around his body and drag him through. He knew he couldn't escape, he knew he couldn't run.
Instead, he accepted. He raised his arms out towards the fog and smiled. The people stopped their chants, looking at him as if he was more crazy than them. He thought about his uncle and aunt, the people who took care of him and allowed him to follow his dream of connecting with nature and chasing the natural disasters that always seemed to follow him, but never put him down. He thought about his life until this moment, and he stood headstrong. In that one moment, his emotions sparked and he looked at the fog with a sense of excitement filling him, the fog going even faster than before as his positive emotions heightened instead of the sense of dread. Grassroots began to surround his legs, almost trying to keep him upright and unmoving so the fog wouldn't rip him away. A tree began to fall above him, and the black claws that protruded from the fog grasped onto him before he was pulled inside, the fog and Melec Forquinta disappearing right as the tree crashed into the area where the fog stood, A large wind passed through the area, before the trees within the area fell onto the people below, all of them crushed underneath and none of them surviving. On that night, the wind was so fierce it had caused many power lines to snap and even a near-impossible tornado to nearly collide with Los Angeles. It was also said by people that the wind sounded like someone grieving. In a town across continents, a town known as Tavira in the country Portugal, it is said by the locals that on the same night as the tornado in Los Angeles, a ghostly fog surrounded a cemetery, and in that fog was the silhouette of a woman, staring at two gravestones with a cry. The townsfolk went to that cemetery and found two gravestones with words written in the dirt in the middle of the two.
"Lamento não ter conseguido proteger aquele que todos amávamos. Que ele saia desse inferno logo."
The two gravestones belonged to a married couple that died in the Great Flood of Tavira 14 years ago, Rodrigo Forquinta and Camila Forquinta.
Within the next few weeks, a search was made after the same message was carved into the walls of Melec's uncle and aunt's house, the two finding out after weeks of stress and grief that their nephew was somewhere, still alive but taken by something, something unearthly.
xXx
A man sitting at a fireplace in some sort of library sat in his rocking chair by the fire, simply looking at the fire that was beside him. As he stared into the fire, a black wisp suddenly appeared and the man sighed before grabbing a device that sat beside him. "It seems as if another soul has fallen victim to the Serpent of Chaos." He slowly gripped the device as he peered into it before the fire beside him started swindling. Within the bricks of the man's fireplace, it became a conflagration. The man sat back and watched the fire scorch the bricks on the inside to black before going into a light blue flame, the heat hitting him fiercely as he sat there before the fire returned to normal as if nothing had happened. The man rocked back and forth, his posture unchanging.
"It seems like the soul that has been retrieved has a lot of fight to give and an ancient presence deep inside of him. May he truly be okay from the evil that lies all around. The Corrupted Ones will want his blood, the Entity will want his mind and soul. Good luck to you, Vassal." He peered back into the device, and memories of one Melec Forquinta played back to him, the numerous encounters he had with the entity and the lengths it had gone to snag him, and how every time he managed to escape. He could only hope now, and there wasn't a lot of hope to begin with.
xXx
His eyes shot open, his back flat on the hard surface beneath him. He looked up at a night sky with a full moon that stood at its peak. He kipped up from his position, a soft breeze going by, the fog surrounding wherever he was. He looked around at the city he was in, and it wasn't the busy streets of LA. He squinted at a sign before him, "Rua 15…" He whispered, now getting a feeling of where he was. He saw a house that looked caved in before walking inside, the slow creaking of the stairs growing louder and louder before he arrived at a hole in the building. He looked out to the city he was in, a city with a river passing through, a city he recognized very quickly. After all, Tavira was the city where Melec was born. He looked at every nearby building, the city eerily silent, crows patrolling the city, and not one person in sight. He felt it in his heart and soul that whatever this place was, it wasn't Tavira. The town was notorious for being a tourist spot, and here it was as if it had become Chornobyl.
He looked at a smashed mirror on the side of the wall, seeing if there were any wounds. He looked down first to see his black rope belt and his red joggers were fine, as were his Air Forces. He saw his silky brown hair that now had blood-red tips at the bottom. His plain white shirt now had been torn in some places, and the dragon tattoo on his left arm now had a silver tint to it instead of a brown. But he focused the most on his eyes, they used to be a normal brown, but now were burning a bright yellow. He looked to his right arm, seeing sparks bursting out of a metal device that was attached to it, the present his uncle had given to him for his ruined birthday only a few hours before. Melec walked out of the building towards the Gilão River and the stone bridge that went over it, looking at the river below and how it looked completely still. He then took the metal device his uncle gave him and removed it from his arm, pitching it into the water below. The device sparked out as it fell into the water, the water this time creating a splash and notable sound before Melec's legs began to buzz. The buzzing grew stronger as he clenched his teeth before shutting his eyes instinctively, and then felt…
Everything
He could feel the aura of a large fog, one that shouldn't be near Tavira at all. He turned to face multiple directions and all he could see was fog surrounding the city, almost choking it in a way. He opened his eyes with a gasp for air before looking down at the bridge, seeing words that were now engraved in the stone. The words were implanted in his brain almost immediately.
Death is Not an Option
Melec frowned heavily before looking at the river below. "It's not an option, Isso está certo?" He said before climbing onto the railway of the bridge. "Let's find out." He stared into the water below, whatever this hell was, he didn't want to be a part of it. He let his arms go free and fell backward. He closed his eyes as he slowly fell towards the water below with a smile, thinking it was simply an illusion and that when he hit the water, he'd be with his aunt and uncle again. His body fell towards the water as he went in, simply phasing through as once he fell through, he felt solid ground again. He opened his eyes and saw he was in a different part of Tavira, a flooded Tavira. Whatever was keeping him here was playing games with him. He stood up on the roof of a building, seeing the only way forward were walkways above the raging waters. He felt his clothes, still as dry as before. He looked to his right and saw a dark fog. His vision suddenly warped again before he found himself at Mount Vesuvius, lava flowing down quickly before it warped yet again and he was in a snowy mountain range with an avalanche fast approaching. "The Himalayas. I see what you're doing now."
He walked towards the avalanche, noticing the freezing cold and how it almost felt comfortable before letting the avalanche overtake him and finding himself in a broken-down version of Jakarta, Indonesia. He looked around, seeing nobody before looking and seeing a tsunami fast approaching. "Whatever that thing that got me was, it's taking me to places where I had escaped it in the past." He then looked around, seeing he was now in the Blue Grotto cave in Italy, a black fog approaching once again before he found himself in Rua 15 in Tavira once again. He looked to his right, the fog was now right in front of him. "Death is not an option." He repeated before he understood the assignment. Wherever he was, he was trapped. He was stuck here, stuck for god knows how long until he could find a way out if there even was a way out. He then smirked, his tattoo, the red in his hair and his eyes glowing as he walked into the fog. It didn't matter what this thing wanted from him, he'd get away, just like he always had before the people interfered. Melec broke into a full-blown smile as the fog surrounded him, and then he was gone.
xXx
Wandering the fog for days in the shrouds of darkened forests, he had finally reached a checkpoint, a bonfire. He looked around, The bonfire was lit, but no one was seen around the fire, it was simply there kindling in the eternal night. He had run for days, not feeling the want for food and water, as it wasn't necessary within the nightmare he had been dragged to. He lay on the ground by the bonfire, its warm presence being a stark contrast to the negativity he had felt within the fog. Within minutes, he had fallen into a dreamless sleep. Within the comfort of his sleep. he went deep into his mind for answers. But when he slept, it felt as if there was a fog that shrouded a part of his mind. He reached deep for anything, any memories, any answers, any dreams. He wandered deep into the innards of his mind, and as he got closer to the fog, the clearer the wall became. Soon, the fog wall disappeared, and a figure came forth. He reached out to the figure within the depths of his mind, the light blue wisp providing comfort and warmth. He couldn't speak, and then he couldn't move as the figure spoke to him, a woman's voice echoing through.
"The Entity won't be able to get you here. This may be the only time we speak until you go deeper within. You will have many questions, but you can't get the answers from me, you must get them from the fog. Just know, that I will be in your mind, protecting you from its claws. Goodbye." The wisp figure vanished, and a web came forth, along with words that seemed to come along with the web.
"Last night I got out of The Fog, in a matter of speaking. I arrived in a pocket of tranquillity where the monster was nowhere to be seen. I stopped running and was immediately filled with a strange calmness. I lay down near the bonfire and closed my eyes for the first time in what seemed like days. After long, deep breaths, I plunged into what I first thought was the darkness of a dreamless sleep. And then I saw it: the Bloodweb, a space between reality and abstraction. There is no sleep here, only torment. Even my own mind is shared and bent at The Entity's will."
-Benedict Baker
He looked at what this man, Benedict Baker, had said. A bloodweb, full of items. He immediately went back to what the wisp said to him, how she would protect his mind from this Entity. He focused on the bloodweb, he couldn't unlock anything yet, but it was only a matter of time until he could go deeper.
And then he would see her again.
xXx
He didn't know how many days had passed since he arrived in the realm. He had wandered the many biomes for what felt like days, finding no one in sight but the many crows that watched his journey from the skies along with many bonfires along the path, signaling his chance to sleep and attempt to explore the bloodweb. He felt the words of one person echo throughout his mind. "Benedict Baker. The person who has essentially been guiding my journey throughout whatever this place is." He saw no signs of life anywhere besides the crows as he raced through the different biomes he went through, only his own thoughts and the reliance on the presence that was buried deep into his mind. He tried to stop at bonfires as much as he could, but could not break through the iron wall known as the bloodweb. "How I have not gone insane yet, I have no idea. I'm thankful that I'm able to keep a grasp of my mind, but there have to be other people here besides me."
He felt the familiarity of a bonfire before him once again and stopped before a black fog consumed the bonfire. "This is new, the black fog has never actually consumed the bonfire before. It can't pierce the area around, but I can almost feel it, I feel… movement."
The black fog subsided the environment change. Across from the bonfire stood a dark forest surrounded by a thick fog, and engulfed in the forest was an Ironwork building surrounded by massive brick walls, accompanied by a sign that seemed to phase in and out of the thick fog.
"Welcome To The MacMillan Estate"
Melec saw the path leading in, remembering a little detail about the last name and what happened with the person who held that last name. "Evan MacMillan, the man who caused the greatest non-terror murder in American History if I remember correctly. His father, Archie MacMillan owned his own estate with a mining and melting operation before Evan had killed him and every worker through a wreckage within the mines. Why is this estate a part of where I am though, what role does it play with whatever brought me here?" He walked closer to the edge of the bonfire, feeling the warmth mask the cold feeling of whatever was down there. "I'd like to think that if I go in there, I can discover how I can escape and get back to my family, but I know this deep down to not be true." His head and feet buzzed once again, that feeling returning to his mind before his eyes opened wide, and once again, he saw everything. He saw the inside of the woods surrounding the Ironworks, 4 presences not including his own. "People." One, however, was much more malicious than the other's. "This feeling, what is that?!"
His 'sixth' sense stopped and his vision returned to normal, the feeling of weight on him being released entirely from his body. He knew right then and there that whatever brought him here wanted this, wanted him to go in. Melec saw the high brick walls, the black fog circling around the bonfire just waiting for him to decide what his fate would be before words appeared from the ground beside the bonfire, another entry in the never-ending notes that Benedict Baker had left behind during his own journey through this black fog.
"I can not explain what happened today. I awoke to find myself in this strange place. I have no memory of how I came here. My last recollection was of leaving Wetherfield and beginning my journey toward The MacMillan Estate. For the last part, I had to travel by foot. A seemingly never-ending fire burns next to me. I can't even tell how long I lay asleep. This area of the woods seems to have no day or night, just an intolerable gloom. I am unsure what awaits me, but I will keep filling this journal. Maybe with a hope to warn others."
-Benedict Baker
"Benedict Baker, it seems like to find out whatever I must do, I need to follow the steps you've laid out. I'll find every entry you've made and find a way to escape." Melec made a silent prayer as the black fog seemed to stir at his hope and wanted to encircle him, but couldn't. "Thank you for the breadcrumbs, Que o caminho que sigo me leve ao meu surgimento." The dragon tattoo that spiraled around his arm seemed to glow as he left the safety of the bonfire, the black fog encircling him before he closed his eyes and opened them once again, finding himself alone in the Shaded Woods of the MacMillan Estate, the cawing of the many crows around the area welcoming him to his future.
xXx
Translations:
"Lamento não ter conseguido proteger aquele que todos amávamos. Que ele saia desse inferno logo." : "I'm sorry I couldn't protect the one we all loved. May he get out of that hell soon."
"Rua 15" : "15th Street."
"Isso está certo?" : "Is That Right?"
"Que o caminho que sigo me leve ao meu surgimento." : "May the path I follow lead me to my emergence."
So, welcome to a new story I created about one of my favorite games of all time. The lore of Dead By Daylight is as incredible as it is complex, and I'd love to take a crack at the lore and attempt to put a spin on what I deem as lore put in through bits and pieces that you can follow and make your own story out of.
Real Quick though: The only canon relationship I know of is between Wraith and Nurse I believe, so if you want to put your own headcanons in the comments I'll see what you all have to say and maybe incorporate it. I know most of the fandom believes Dwight and David are together but I never saw BHVR make that official unless I'm missing something. I just want to make sure with everyone reading so I don't catch flak.
Melec's Perks: You've seen flashes of his first perk, the buzzing effect, the sixth sense, the ancient presence within his body helping him along the way while also keeping his mind clear of the entity. You'll know what I mean
Presence: I'll cover this in a further chapter.
But yeah, tell me like it is and I'll respond accordingly. If you fucking hate this and want me to die tell me, if you have constructive criticism tell me, and if you love it, tell me! See y'all soon! Hope you like the idea cause I definitely do