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"You should take me out… to a fast food restaurant or.. Something," Bryce offered. It was around midnight, barely any clouds in the sky with the full moon staring down at them, trees surrounded the place but the tombstones gave off an eerie feel.

Ohm's mouth fell open, his face was covered in a mask, tufts of dark brown hair poked from beneath his bunny hood, the ears drooping on either side. He held a shovel in one hand as he stared at Bryce who was illuminated in the light. Tall, thin, with short brown hair and an innocent face.

He dropped the shovel as he gave a nonchalant shrug. "Okay. Let's go." He stepped over the hole and past Bryce.

"Yeah," Bryce said to himself, looking at the deep hole. "Food's good, not like the kinky shit you're into."

"McDonald's?" Ohm asked, ignoring what Bryce said.

Bryce hummed, nodding his head as they left the cemetery. He wasn't sure completely how he got to the cemetery, but that he was with his friends and the next thing, he woke up in it with this person digging a grave.

Bryce had scared Ohm when he woke up, asking where he was and why Ohm was digging a grave. Ohm went on about a dead cat or something and Bryce decided to stay. Only to notice several weapons sitting near the grave that Bryce felt unsure of his decision.

The cat was nowhere in sight, so he took it as a quick and typical lie. He was too scared and nervous to ask why Ohm was digging the grave. He just hoped they got to McDonalds before Ohm decided to change his mind about the grave and start digging somewhere else.

They stayed quiet for most of the walk, Bryce kept with the pace, but he did lag back a few feet, feeling that Ohm wasn't exactly the trusting sort to walk beside.

He wore a dirtied grey sweater with the hood pulled over his head, he was broad shouldered and lean. How he ended up in the cemetery was still confusing and he wanted to ask Ohm why he was digging the grave, but he was too afraid of the answer.

Bryce patted his pant pockets and sweater, frowning when he found his phone gone. He looked at Ohm and sucked in a breath before asking. "Do you have my phone?"

Ohm pulled his hand from his sweater pocket and waved the phone at Bryce before settling it back inside his pocket. He said nothing as Bryce followed behind, fingers wringing with anticipation and nerves.

He knew he couldn't fight Ohm. He needed a strategy, but the only one that came to mind was that he hoped Ohm was leading him to McDonalds, and when he did, maybe he could start yelling his head off that the crazy bunny man was out to kill him. He did, apparently, tried to bury him alive before Bryce woke up.

Ohm didn't look like he held any type of weapon on him, but he wouldn't hold it against him that he had something concealed. Bryce looked around and found most of the streets were bare of any lights beside the streetlamps. It was completely dead out.

"Brycey," Ohm called over his shoulder, his lips stretching into a grin. "Why are you so quiet?"

Bryce felt a shudder run through him, shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing to say."

"Nothing at all."

"I'm just confused. Where are my friends?"

Ohm turned back, "With my friends."

Bryce felt sick and without even thinking, he stopped beneath a streetlamp. The world had gone colder and he stared at the bunny as he stopped too. He looked more sinister in the dark with the light illuminating his face.

"Come on, Brycey. Let's go eat."

His mouth went parch and his legs moved on their own as he followed Ohm. Walking closer until they were two feet apart . Bryce couldn't think or say anything and whatever fear he tried to ignore, it washed over him until his own legs felt wobbling and his stomach acid threatened to rise.

To Bryce's surprise, they did not end up in another cemetery or some rundown house. Bryce couldn't help imagining whatever horrifying scenarios Ohm could easily lead him into, but when they walked up the parking lot where McDonald's was, Bryce felt himself calm down by its warm brightness and somehow normalcy.

Ohm held the door open for him as they walked inside, but before Bryce could amble over to see what to order. Ohm grabbed his arm and steered him toward a lone booth near a window. They sat down across from one another, Ohm staring at him while Bryce looked out the window.

"I'll order for you," Ohm said, smiling. "Don't leave. I also have a phone with my friends numbers in it." He slid from the booth and sauntered over to order their food.

Bryce felt stuck as he looked out the window. He was trying his hardest to remember the night before he woke up in the cemetery. Maybe if he remembered, he could figure out how he got into this situation.

Evan and Craig were so excited for a concert for months, Bryce joined them and while he stayed in the back with a beer in his hand. The music and the crowd went crazy. He wasn't sure where his friends were, it wasn't until he drank the rest of his beer that he began feeling dizzy, he knew he met someone by then.

The name was clear enough when he woke up on the cold dirt in the cemetery.

Ohmwrecker.

He sat down with their food and Bryce didn't bother trying to feign his hunger. He reached for a fry and chewed on it while Ohm bit into his burger. His mask was tilted, as if he raised it to speak with the cashier. Why he didn't want to show Bryce made him think that Ohm wanted to keep him alive a lot longer.

"Eat, Bryce," Ohm said, taking a fry and biting into it.

Bryce grinded his teeth, he reached for a fry but before he could take his hand back, Ohm reached out and grabbed it. Bryce was pulled against the table as Ohm's smile widened.

"Why are you so afraid, Bryce?"

"You tried.. To kill me?"

"Not right away," Ohm said, his fingers caressing the inside of his wrist where his veins was. Indicating that Ohm knows how frightened he was.

Bryce cleared his throat. "Are my friends dead?"

Ohm clicked his wrist and dropped his grip, he sat back. "What a risky question."

Bryce rubbed his wrist, his breathing becoming labored. "It's a question," he met Ohm's gaze, "and you did not answer."

Ohm stared at Bryce, a frown gracing his lips as he tapped the end of the table before answering. "I find you.. Enticing."

Bryce furrowed his brows, his fingernail scraped his skin but he didn't react to it. "What?" He didn't know if he heard right, or if Ohm was serious but by the passive look on his face, he was and it only drew a shudder through his body.

Ohm quirked a smile. "Are you afraid that I'm attracted to you the first moment I saw you standing by yourself at the concert a few hours ago?"

"It's weird…" Bryce responded, licking his lips and ignoring the way Ohm shifted in his seat, "that you would bring me to a cemetery and dig a grave that was obviously for me. Do you usually do this to the people you like at first sight?"

"Yes," Ohm answered, grinning at the look of discomfort on Bryce's face. "I also hate them at first sight too because it bothers me that someone like them could catch my attention. You know, I was meant to sedate you longer than I was supposed too."

Bryce felt himself blink a few times, dumbfounded by the words as the silence filled the void until Bryce leaned over and grabbed his burger. He stared at Ohm as he bit into the burger and gave him a smile that wasn't at all pleasant.

"See," Ohm said, quiet. "This is why I didn't bury you."

Bryce chewed, thinking of the many ways of why Ohm decided to spare him. Why it mattered so much to Ohm that he decided to take Bryce on his offer. He also wondered how Ohm could bury someone alive and walk away. Did he feel fulfilled because of the act or was it something entirely different?

He swallowed the food as Ohm reached for his drink and took out his cellphone at the same time. Bryce watched him read a message and take a sip of his drink.

"Are you going to let me go?"

"Why would I do that?" Ohm answered in the same bored tone, as if the conversation meant nothing.

Bryce had a hard time restraining his anger and terror, or maybe it was tears of frustration he hoped he wouldn't show in front of Ohm. He didn't want to know what sick fascination this guy could have with him.

He wrote a message and tucked the phone back into his pocket, smiling briefly before saying. "My friends took an interest in your friends too. They're alive if you wanted to know."

Bryce raised his brows, feeling relieved by the news more than the inconspicuous kidnapping. Ohm wasn't about to tell him where his friends were, and he was pretty sure soon enough, he'll find out.

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Notes: This is inspired by Ohmwrecker as the killer in his Dead By Daylight videos. (DBD #6 - 21:10)

Ohm is quite passive in this chapter, mostly because I like his playful demeanor in the games until he grows increasingly aggressive towards the others. I'll be adding a prominent h2oVanoss scenes, while it'll be slightly more toned down with Minicat, since I don't initially ship it that much.

I don't know about happy endings with this kind of story since I wanted to make it dark. There won't be a lot of romance either, unfortunately, I don't like forcing them together when in truth, it's all violence and gore.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything besides the fanfic that I'm writing.

Reviews are appreciated. No flames or bashing please.