This story was created by at TheZorker#8648 for the Dead By Daylight writing contest.

Any perks or add-ons described below are hereby assigned to Behaviour Interactive, and This Author will claim no rights to them.

Five Nights At Freddy's, Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica and Spingtrap are copyright Scott Cawthon, and are used because I really want to see them in the Dead by Daylight universe.

He always comes back.

I woke up.

That seemed unlikely.

For the life of me, I don't know why I thought that was unlikely. I mean, most people wake up, right? But I wasn't sure where I had woken up. It was dark here, and I seemed to be lying on the ground. Dark, but not pitch black. I picked myself up and looked around. I was outdoors, I could see that. Wisps of black fog flitted past my vision, only partially burned away by light from an unseen moon. It seemed like it was some sort of junkyard, or at least it used to be, I could see stacks of tires, a few shacks, and what might have been a rusted school bus. But spread between those things were such high weeds and grass that it was clear that this place had to have been abandoned for years.

I frowned. How did I wake up here? I mean, I thought I had a good memory. Though, I supposed, I wouldn't remember if I had a bad one. I turned around. Behind me stood a large wall. It was a patchwork thing, metal it some parts, stone in others, like someone had either gotten creative, or maybe just had to make do with parts on hand. Not far from me there was a huge gate, big enough to drive a car through, which made sense. There was a lever (switch, really) next to it, and I pulled it experimentally, but to no great surprise, nothing happened.

I stood there, staring at this strange tableau for several minutes. Had I fallen asleep here? Why would I have done that? I couldn't remember anything that had happened before I fell asleep, either. I cast my mind back, trying to figure out the last thing I could remember. There had been an office, I was pretty sure of that. a man who had hired me for a job. A very specific job, setting up a Pizza Place. There was more to it then that, but I couldn't for the life of me remember anything more about it. There was something special but... the details were escaping me. "Paragraph 4" he repeated at me. I frowned. What was his name? Henry? What was it about Paragraph 4 that was so important to him?

What was Paragraph 4?

Stymied, I checked my pockets, looking something, anything that would shed some light on the situation. Nothing, not even a wallet. Maybe I had been mugged and dumped here. That at least seemed to be consistent, though I couldn't think what I might have been doing to get mugged, either.

At that point, it clicked to me that I was alone. At night. Possibly recently mugged, without any way to call for help bar shouting. And shouting seemed like a particularly terrible idea. If I'd been mugged, and left to die, the last thing I wanted to do was to alert the muggers that I wasn't actually dead. I debated what to do for a few moments, then I decided to follow the wall. There had to be an office, or at least a wreck of one, somewhere, right? Maybe they'd have a phone, maybe it'd even be connected enough to call 911.

I made it about ten feet when I was confronted by another oddity, though just the sight of made me uncomfortable. It was a giant hook, hanging from a wooden scaffold. I walked over to it, and looked at the ugly thing. It was large, eye level, with a bright red stain covering the end of it. Something had been on this hook. Something had bled on this hook. I began to feel sick, had that something been human? What was going on here?

A phone. I had to find a phone. Something to get me out of here. I continued to make my way down the wall. In the distance, I heard a noise. Was it a scream? Were there other people here? I thought It came from my left, but ahead or behind? I couldn't tell, it had echoed, and it sounded like it came from everywhere and nowhere. Now I was terrified. What could I do? Office. I had to find the office.

Wait, what was that?

A flicker of light caught my attention. It was above me, in the yard. A nearby freestanding pole had a set of lights on it, and they were flickering. I hadn't noticed them a second ago, it must have just started. Was that some sort of signal?

I had to take the chance. I turned away from the wall, and headed toward to the light. Past a broken sheet of a car's windshield I heard, then saw, what appeared to be a large gas generator. One piston on it was humming and cranking, while the other three were still.

Sitting next to the generator, completely absorbed in her work was a dark skinned, dark haired young woman. She was pulling wires, reattaching pipes, trying to repair that generator. She didn't even look up at me."Good, give me hand with this," she whispered.

It wasn't an order. At least, it didn't sound like a command, but an expectation that it was the thing that had to be done at that moment. I blinked at her. "I've never seen one of these before, how do you want me to do that?"

My words must have taken her by surprise, because she stopped her work to look up at me for a moment, giving me a glimpse of a green apron, flowers and roots sticking out of one of her pockets. Her breath caught. "You're new," she whispered, her voice shook before she composed herself. "It... it's okay. It's straight forward, just time consuming. Just match the colors of wires. They always reach each other. It's when there's more than one that you get a problem, because if they're not put together right, the whole thing blows up in your face, and we don't want to make noise. But, trust me. We need to get this done, as soon as we can."

Well, alright? I walked to the other side of the generator, opened up a panel, and started working. Inside there were, as she indicated, a large tangled mess of colored wires, metallic pipes, and other things that seemed oddly familiar, though I couldn't say why. I started working on it, like I had done this one hundred times before.

As I hooked another pair of wires together, I looked up again. "What's your," I began.

"Shhh," she hissed back at me. "We have to stay quiet."

I was pretty sure I wasn't talking any louder than the generator in front of me was pumping, but I lowered my voice anyway. "Why?" I asked in a whisper.

"The wraith is trapped here with us. You do not want him to find us."

I stopped and stared, "Wait, we're trapped... with some sort of ghost?

"That's why we need to get these generators fixed, to open the exit gates. They're electric, and this one is almost done."

With the woman's final connection, the generator hummed to life. As it did, the lights above the generators flashed brightly. If there was something here, we certainly signaled it. I was about to run, when the girl grabbed me by the wrist. "Don't run. You attract attention when you run." She let go of my wrist, looked around, and pointed to another set of lights in the distance. "That way," she whispered. "Stay low, and stay quiet."

We crept through the stacks of crushed auto parts, over a small fence to the next generator. Once we'd started working again, I felt cleared to whisper. "Was that you who screamed, earlier?"

"No, that was Kate. She got away, for the moment. I already patched..." Claudette's nervous whispering was interrupted by a new scream. Male, I think. The woman stopped her work for a moment, turning to look to her right, right at a tall brick wall. But, and this was creepy, her eyes continued to track something through that wall. Could... she see through walls?

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked. "What's with the wall?"

"What? Oh, I forget that others can't... it's Ace. He's wounded. He was caught. Look, I might have to go find him. If I do, keep working on the generator. We usually need five of them." She met me in the eyes, her face pale. "And if you hear a bell, you run, and don't stop running until you think you've lost whatever was chasing you, then stop, start sneaking away some more."

I stared in disbelief.

"Trust me!" she said. "Do this, it's important."

"Alright? I guess?" I felt completely lost.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes not leaving the wall even as she go back to work. "You were about to ask my name. It's Claudette, what's yours?"

I looked at Claudette, my eyes wide and my mouth open like some sort of dunce. But I couldn't come up with anything. How could I not even remember with my own name? Surely, that was simple, wasn't it? But absolutely nothing was coming into my mind. "I... I don't know."

"You don't know?" she said, her volume rising in surprise for a moment. She looked up, examining me. "Well, it says Michael on your name tag, we'll go with that for now."

Michael? For a moment, it felt right, like it fit. Then I had a flash of memory, red ink in an a children's activity book. "Do you know what your name is?" and I was unsure again. But... Claudette was right. I could go with it for now. Wait. Name tag? I looked down, and it was true, I was wearing some sort of uniform. I couldn't tell where for, but I did see my name, Michael, stitched in blue, just above my heart?

There was another scream. Instinctively, I followed Claudette's gaze. I felt a shiver go down my spine, because this time I could see it. I was looking through the wall, at a bloody red outline of a body, lying in the mud. Through that haze, I could see a larger form of something humanoid pick up that body, and it disappeared from my vision.

"Finish that generator," Claudette implored me. "I've got to go get him."

"How? That thing has to be twice our size," I told her.

"You'll see," she said, creeping off in the direction I had seen the vision.

Fine. I continued to work, getting the second pump going. Before the third pump began to go, I heard another scream, this one the loudest of all of them. But in the distance, and again through the wall, I could see the large monstrous humanoid lift the body off his shoulder, and put it on one of those large hooks.

This time, the vision didn't fade away. I could still see him, hanging on that hook, limply, like a fresh cut of meat. I swallowed. I got back to the generator with new found motivation. Blue to blue, yellow to yellow, don't mix it up. I couldn't hear anything.

When the generator finished, I looked around. I had to make a decision. Did go and hide, like a coward? Did I find the next generator, as Claudette would have asked me to? Or did I go to see if this Ace person could be saved?

I crouched down, behind a nearby stack of cars to think about it. I thought it was my imagination, but, for a second, I thought I saw an almost visible... 'breeze' pass near the generator I'd just fixed. It was like an outline of a person, but it didn't stop, and didn't notice me. A second later, I could see, through the vision that still bled in my sight, someone pull the victim off the hook, and both vanished.

The insanity of this place had to be getting to me. How could I see any of that? I rubbed my head, and I rubbed my eyes, but nothing about my situation changed. Claudette's advice seemed to be sound, at least as far as I could test it. I guess I would start working on another generator. Though I did note that of the at least four people in here, I was the main one that seemed to have been actively working on the things.

I crept through the area, trying to figure out where the third generator might be. I heard another scream, and went flat. That one sounded female, had it been Claudette? I had no idea, and there was just no sign of any generators. That's when I realized I was being stupid. How did I find the first one? I saw the light poles. I looked up, saw a light pole not far away, and headed in that direction.

Everything was quiet, so I started the work. I'd gotten a pattern down, and was kind of in a groove. I should have reminded myself that overconfidence was a slow and insidious killer. Or that sometimes, it would blow up right in my face, as I realized a moment too late I was matching a blue wire with a deep purple wire. I was forced to turn away as it exploded brightly and loudly. I stared at that generator, wondering at that moment what I should do.

That's when I heard the bell, and I knew the answer. Run like my life depended on it.

Because it did.

My heart was beating in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. I stumbled slightly, feeling the thing's hot breath on my back, hearing the swish of something that just missed my skull.

My legs were moving faster than I could remember ever running before. My eyes scanned, looking for somewhere, anywhere, that might be safe.

There was nowhere to go, so I ran as fast I could, past stacks of rotting tires, over a small ledge. As I was climbing, the thing swung again. This time, it connected, I could feel his weapon draw blood in thick long gashes down my shoulder. I screamed in pain, and a burst of adrenaline drove me even faster. I glanced backward, for a moment.

Was he licking my blood?

I ducked behind a tree and kept going. What was it going to take to lose this guy? Past a small garage, I ran, and he simply did not give up. Wait... was that a locker? I hadn't seen one of those before. I opened it up, and quietly pulled the door in front of me.

I closed my eyes, praying to whatever Gods there might be that he wouldn't find me.

I saw him turn the corner. Too late I saw the pool of blood seeping from the locker door.

He stepped in front of the locker, turned to look at it.

I swear to god he smiled. It was terrifying.

Rare Michael Afton Perk: Legacy of Robotics.

Increase your generator repair speed by 1/2/3%, skill check chance increases by 15%. Stacks.

All of this seems so familiar.