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iblewthewhistle · 2 years

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Project at Mount Massive

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Park, good. Take a seat. We’ve got some specialists coming in and I need you to create profiles to give them high priority access.”

Waylon gave a curt nod, as files were pushed in his direction. “Anything else?”

“You work in here. Where I can see what you’re doing. No slacking, no it’ll just be a second. Coffee there, use the phone for food.” His boss leaned forwards. “I see you have your laptop. Get to it.”

He worked in silence for a good while before everything started to compile, and he took a moment to make himself a coffee.

The door opened and the secretary peeked inside. “Sir, the new employees are here.”

“Send them up.” Jeremy stood up, straightening his jacket out. “You keep your mouth shut and continue working. Now.”

Moving back over to the sofa, Waylon reached over to place a coffee on his boss’ desk, careful to set it on a coaster. He tried to make himself small as people filed into the office and one of them stepped forwards, introducing themselves. As they continued to talk over him, a hand touched his shoulder, and Waylon looked up.

“Thank you, for your hard work. We appreciate it.”

The man’s eyes were hidden behind the yellow aviators, but he was smiling, sincerely. He gave a small smile back, before looking down at the computer.

“Okay. I’ve sent the IDs to be processed, they should be ready in a few minutes, if you’d like to follow me to the office?” He offered, setting his laptop aside on the couch, and led the way, ignoring the whispers and pointed looks. Remembering his laptop, he cursed himself mentally, knowing he’d need to go back at some point. No sense in putting off the inevitable.

“If you work with a computer, you’ll probably see me at some point. Have a good day!” Waylon smiled, as he headed back into the lion’s den.

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Waylon opened the door to Mr. Blaire’s office, and was promptly slammed into the wood, his breath leaving him all at once. He tried to maintain his composure, swallowing hard when Jeremy forced him down onto his knees, hand carding through his hair. Waylon’s hands sank down to the floor, fingertips pressing against the plush, as he stared up at his boss.

“I don’t want you to be in front of anyone else like this. You are mine. Do you understand?”

“Yessir.” Waylon breathed even as a thumb hooked into his mouth.

“If that fucking church boy looks at you like that again, I will fuck you in front of him, in the goddamn cells.”

Waylon winced as he was pulled forwards, smothered in the musk of Jeremy’s pants, his hands reflexively trying to steady himself on the man’s hips. “I didn’t do anything…” He whined. “Sir, please…”

“I know you didn’t do shit…and he was eyeing you up like a fucking silver platter dinner.” Jeremy shoved him back against the door. “Now open your fucking mouth and show me how obedient you really are.”

Waylon shivered as he reached over to shakily unfasten his belt, his breath leaving him in one quick exhale. As he did, his pager beeped incessantly, until Jeremy’s hand reached down. “Give it.”

Waylon handed it up, as he concentrated on releasing his boss. “Now open up and suck.”

He obeyed. Waylon could only look up at him and try to please him, hands down, mouth open, and making the littlest noises of pain when his hair was tugged.

Jeremy let out a growl as he forced himself forwards, making him gag and raise his hands up in protest. Jeremy’s hands caught his wrists and pushed them against the door, as he began to thrust recklessly, forcing him to swallow his length.

“You are my fucking property. Never forget that.” He growled, and Waylon let out a cry of protest as Jeremy came, pulling out just to cum on his face. Waylon let himself sob once, before he reached forwards, tucking Jeremy in and refastening his belt.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Yessir.” He reached up as Jeremy turned his back, fumbling for the door handle. As he opened it, and almost fell out backwards, scrubbing at his face in an effort to clean himself up. He huffed out another sob as he fled back to his small office, throwing his arms around himself as he locked the door.

#fc5/outlast #jeremy blaire x waylon park #the seed family

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eludin-realm · 6 months

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Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

#will i use these names for future characters? absolutely yes #okay to reblog this #okay to reblog

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wecouldvebeenbeautiful · 11 months

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Ship Tags

(ship tags I just looked up and used what was common)

My Most Common Ship tags:

Weddie - Eddie x Waylon

Walmiles - Walrider x Miles

Wayli - Lisa x Waylon

Edwayli - Eddie x Lisa x Waylon

Walkshur - Chris x Miles

Less Common Ship Tags:

Camerashipping - Waylon x Miles

Camerashippingli - Miles x Waylon x Lisa

Camerashippinglirider -Miles x Waylon x Lisa x Walrider

Blynn - Blake x Lynn

Polycamerous - Miles x Waylon x Blake

Chreddie - Chris x Eddie

Rare but could still appear:

Tragshur - Trager x Miles

Jerway - Jeremy x Waylon

Trageremy - Jeremy x Trager

Other Tags

Content:

Content: Mature - contains explicit 18+ nsfw content

Content: Role Reversal - au where the characters have switched places in the story line, usually in reference to Waylon as The Bride/Groom and Eddie as the The Whistleblower

Content: drugs alcohol smoking - explicit/gratuitous use of any of these items

Content: protector au - au where Eddie is there to help Waylon through the asylum rather than be a BBEG (often this is because Waylon helped Eddie in the beginning of the game but not a requirement for the au)

Content: foxieflower au multiverse - this tag encompasses all of the aus made by user foxieflower because he has made a lot (Dai's pronouns are he/they)

Games:

Outlast - the original game

Outlast Whistleblower - the dlc for the first outlast

Outlast 2 - the sequel for the first outlast

Outlast Trials - the future/newest/beta installment of the series

Miscellaneous:

Blog Maintenance - this is for posts that have to do with managing the blog, not game related

Not Outlast - this is for posts not related to outlast in the slightest

Not Explicitly Outlast - for posts that remind me of one or more of the outlast games without being directly about the games

Vibes Only - same as "Not Explicitly Outlast"

The Devs - referring to the Red Barrel team

Queue're going to be beautiful - the post was queued

***More tags will be added as needed

#not outlast #blog maintenance

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animefans-stuff · 1 year

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Whistleblower for the ask game please :)

I'm guessing you mean Outlast Whistleblower ? I don't mean to sound rude just a little confused and want to be sure. :)

Favorite Character; Eddie Gluskin.

Least Favourite Character; Jeremy Blaire

5 favorite ships ( canon or non-canon ); Being completely honest. I don't like most of the ships within Outlast Whistleblower.

Character I find most attractive; Eddie Gluskin.

Character I would marry; Waylon Park.

Character I would be friends with; Either Waylon or The Walrider. They both seem really cool.

A random thought; This game actually scared me, mainly because all you can do is run. While in other horror games I've played were you have the option to run or attack.

An unpopular opinion; uhh, I don't really have any unpopular opinions.

My canon otp; I have no idea

Non canon otp; i dunno, lol.

Most badass character; The Walrider.

Pairing I'm not a fan of; Eddie x Waylon.

#ask game #outlast whistleblower

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lovesgooseberryandcoyle · 1 year

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So, which ship do you like?

I have my list

Chris x Miles , I like it

Waylon x Lisa , it's not rlly a ship but I like it

Richard x Jeremy , it's cool

I do also have some other ships I made but too scared to share

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drarreckyninja · 2 years

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belated: drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of May 2022 [18. Bort]

Fandom(s): The Simpsons

Pairing: Robert Underdunk "Sideshow Bob" Terwilliger x Bartholomew Jay "Bart" Simpson

Image:

Microfic: *coming soon*

Incorrect Quote:

*at a zoo* Bart: What do you think they're in for? Bob: Bart, this isn't prison. Bart: So they can leave? Bob: No, but- Bart, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Subships: Luntz [Lisa Marie Simpson x Nelson Muntz]

Smithurns [Waylon Smithers x Charles Montgomery Burns]

Boke [Sideshow Bob x Snake Jailbird]

Ginomy [Gino Terwilliger x Jeremy Jailbird]

McSimpjoy [Nikki McKenna x Maggie Simpson x Jessica Lovejoy]

Krustofico [Sophie Krustofsky x Michael D'Amico]

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Note: I have shipped a number of characters with one another, but I've stuck with Bort the longest

#countdown #top 50 ships #my ships #may 2022 #incorrect quotes #the simpsons #sideshow bob x bart #bort

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dikdikpronouncedxylophone · 3 years

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outlustings · 2 years

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I don’t know if this is allowed, or might be boring af. So if it’s any of those things please ignore. But I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for the following characters if they had a younger sister. Like, says a sister in their early 20s so there was a bit of an age difference.

Would they be close, or indifferent? I just wondered how you thought they might get along. This is kinda a self indulgent ask nyan ha! And say the sister got caught up in the Outlast and Whistle Blower events.

The characters I’d be intrigued for would be Jeremy Blaire, Eddie, Trager and Waylon.

Thank you x please ignore if you don’t want to do this 🌸

(this was a fun ask! got to write some of my fav characters from a different perspective so that was c00l! also made me rack my brain on how to insert reader into the events of the games. your ask was awesome babe <3

warnings for implied childhood abuse and not very nice things happening. also alcohol use and uhhh mild violence? mostly as wholesome as i could make it though but like. kind of sad. idk.)

JEREMY BLAIRE

Jeremy and you weren't really close growing up, but once he could consider you a proper grown-up, he starts to spend more time around you.

He used to be the kind of big brother who hated you until you both made it to your twenties and finally made peace. Well, not exactly made peace - just started coexisting.

Now and then he takes you along to a bar crawl which always ends up with you two drunk-dueting "Piano Man" or "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" in some dodgy ass karaoke bar in downtown Leadville. These little trips bring you closer together.

He's secured you a job at Murkoff.

You're his baby sister and he's made sure no one fucks with you. Not when he can fire anyone who slights you in any kind of way.

Officially, you work for as a consultant for some daughter company of Murkoff, but in reality, you spend most of your days just taking the piss with the folks at global development.

You don't mind the nepotism. Makes all of your vacations flow a lot smoother when your bank account is filled to the brim. And you don't really have to spend time at that creepy asylum, which is a plus.

Sometimes you'll come and visit though, on some semi-official business. It just so happened that you chose a really bad day to pop in for a morning meeting.

You're at Mount Massive when shit is going down. Alarms blaring. People running and screaming and the pungent smell of blood creeping into your nostrils.

You quickly start to understand that everything is going wrong, hard and fast. But before you could even reach up to grip his wrist, you're swept away by security.

"Get her out of here, for fuck's sake!" his voice was sharp, it cut through all the noise.

The evacuation is a hopeless effort. All you could think of is "Where's Jeremy?" That's what you heard yourself scream at the guards that tried to push you towards the doors.

But they got you. Found you. You were one of those Murkoff sons of bitches, weren't you? You were. They could smell it.

Jeremy found you shivering and bloody underneath a desk in the security control room with your head in your hands.

You didn't even know what time of day it was - for all you knew, the sky could be orange at night in his hell. You felt his strong hand on your forearm, wrenching you towards him, out of your hiding spot. You shook your head.

"Come on, we gotta go," he rasped, "Now. Let's go."

Tears streamed down your face.

"I can't," you breathed out, eyes flicking to the busted door as you sniffled.

"Sure you can if I can," Jeremy grunted with the effort of tugging on your arm, his other hand still cupping his side, dark blood staining his pale fingers, "Get up. Let's go."

He was right.

You rose up on wobbly legs, smoothed your torn skirt down and watched his face carefully as he winced in pain. You wrapped your arm around his waist.

"Lean on me," you whispered, taking a deep breath as you faced the door. Hoped to god the Variants were gone. Yo7 had heard some gunshots earlier.

"Fuck - okay," he slung his arm around your shoulder, you felt most of his weight against you as he accepted your offer. You adjusted his arm around your shoulder, began dragging him to the door with newfound determination.

He frisked you away as best as he could. You could hear his heavy breathing, heard his little whimpers as every step made his guts shift. You weren't even sure if they could fix him - who was they, even that you weren't sure about. You just wanted out. God, you wanted to be out.

You reached the entrance hall. Open doors. He leaned against the doorframe with a groan.

"Wait," he hissed, closing his eyes, letting go of your shoulder, slumping against the door, panting.

"Jer?"

He was silent for a while. Then he cracked his eyes open.

"You lost your shoes," he remarked.

Your eyes moved down to your toes.

"I stabbed a man with the heel. In the eye," you heard yourself say to the ground in a monotone voice.

"That's fucking sick," Jeremy gave a slight chuckle, "I'll buy you a new pair once we get out."

You smiled. Felt the stickiness of your tears on your cheeks. You heard footsteps behind you. You snapped your head back.

A tall man in a tattered jumpsuit, dirty blonde hair rustling in the soft thrum of air conditioning. Wide, horrified eyes. You felt Jeremy tense beside you. Then he let out a soft, little laugh, all he could muster with his weak lungs, broken ribs and god knows what else.

"Mr. Park?"

You heard a distant buzz, could feel something was wrong. Horeczy.

"Jer, let's go..."

"No. Wait."

RICHARD TRAGER

He's fun. Kind of a dick, but a fun brother nonetheless. The kind of sibling you secretly kind of hate, but once you are spending time with them, you forget every bad thing about them.

He teases you about you being the little sister. He's just a dick. He thinks you're permanently ten years old, acts like he's so much better and more mature than you - even though he's the big baby of the family.

He's spoiled as all hell. Your parents' oldest son, he always got the most opportunities as a kid. You try not to be bitter.

Rick always acts like he doesn't like you. But he does. Sometimes. He might not be in contact with you all that often, but every now and then, he'll send a long email, trying to catch up at 10pm on a Saturday night. You can almost smell the scotch through the screen.

Then, just like that, he goes no-contact. You get worried. Scared that you did something, yet, when he didn't answer your messages, your brain overrides that anxiety and focuses on him.

You decide to do a little digging around. Investigation. His phone is disconnected, his number disabled. LinkedIn deleted, social media dead. His house has been leased out to a bunch of frat boys who say they don't know a Richard Trager while eyeing you up and down with warm cider on their breath as you shiver on the porch.

You try to call Murkoff. They won't redirect your calls - as soon as you mention the name Trager, you might as well just hang up. It seems like they don't care.

"Ma'am, I understand you're frustrated," the clerk said with little to no understanding in his voice, "But I can't disclose that information."

"I need to know if my brother's missing, Christ, are you deaf or just-..." you bit your lip, trying to avoid profanities, "Can't you please help me? Please? Get a supervisor or something?"

"Have a good day, miss."

"No!" you yelled into the receiver, "No - wait!"

Dull beeps. Dead line.

You slammed your phone down on the passenger seat of your car.

"Fuck!" you hissed, your hands flying to your head. Something was going on. He'd gotten into some real trouble - surely. Worry and frustration swirled in your gut.

You tried to rack your brain - Mount Massive, it was only about a twenty miles ride, right? They couldn't turn you away from the doors, right?

The crackling radio makes you nervous as all hell - yet you won't turn around. It's stupid, naïve to even think so, but maybe, just maybe he's in there. Right? You have a gut feeling he was still in Mount Massive.

You drive up to the open gate, park cautiously next to the booth, popping your head out of your window to yell at a guard to lift the pole up - but there was no one. An eerie silence tugs at your nerves.

You get out of the car, walk over to the smaller gate, slide your fingers against the cool iron and push it open. Think. Your eyes scan over the building, you'd been here. Right? Everything felt numb and cold as you listened to the wolves howl. You jolted when you noticed someone in the window, up above. An old man, maybe. He waves at you. Beckons you. You hear the rumble of gravel behind you. You turn around and see the blinking headlights of a red jeep. You turn your head to the window again. The silhoutte waves at you again.

"Hey!" you turn on your heels and run to the car, waving your hands at the driver. A young man. You watched as he opened his door, exited his car, straightened his brown leather jacket.

"What's up? You need help?"

EDDIE GLUSKIN

You were always close.

Eddie would always protect you, being so much older than you.

You didn't remember a whole lot of it. Nothing, really. But when he moved out, he took you with him, took you to your grandparents and made you swear you wouldn't go back to mom. You didn't really understand. You didn't have to.

He'd visit you every fortnight. Bring you those little teddy bears that smelt of grease and carpet cleaner, the teddies you'd get from an arcade. Or maybe those impossibly tough gumballs from the machines in the corner store. Plastic rings. Knock-off dollar store Barbies. Anything.

He'd write you letters on fancy paper, decorate them up with cheap, glue-y stickers.

When you grew up, the letters came in less often. He visited only rarely. Your grandmother always said that Eddie was just busy. And so much older than you. She'd pinch your cheek and nudge another hunk of dry bundt cake onto your plate as you leaned against your hand, holding back tears. Eddie had forgotten your birthday for the third year in a row.

In your early twenties, you decided to find him. You had an address - and you went on from there. Found him in a suburb with rows and rows of nice houses and weary-eyed housewives calling their kids inside way before sunset.

You guys became close again.

You took him to a fair, repaid his little teddy bears with a big one this time. Made him eat cotton candy until he almost puked in the ferris wheel with you cackling like a maniac beside him. You teased him about being single in his forties, watching in poorly concealed awe as he made the empty cans of those scammy games fall over like they were nothing.

Then you'd go to the help desk, renew your tickets, come back again tomorrow, bask in the smell of the fireworks in the air, not saying the obvious: this should've been your childhood. This was the one you deserved. But it was too late.

You crashed on his couch a couple of times before making it back to your college town.

You couldn't stay for more than a few nights at a time. There was a strange smell in the house. Eddie always said it was the plumbing.

Ever since he'd gone to prison, everything was fucked up. All the reporters swarming your front lawn, all of the glares from your neighbors, kids on bicycles egging your house, teens spitting their cigarette stained insults at you in front of the store - it was all too much.

He kept on sending you letters. Rambling, long letters with faded stamps.

You never replied, though. Out of guilt. Disgust. You thought it'd be better for you both if you just ignored it all and kept your distance.

You'd stared at that return address so many times that you knew it by heart. Mount Massive asylum. Wasn't it in Colorado? In the middle of nowhere, the kind of woods people would go to hunt 'squatches - you smiled to yourself, thinking about all the times Eddie told you about monsters in the woods. In the pillow fort. Flashlight tucked underneath his chin. Vaseline and frozen pea packs on the cigarette burns on your legs. Your smile faltered.

Mount Massive wasn't that far, right?

WAYLON PARK

You two are very close. And you're the best kind of auntie to his sons. You spoil them and dote on them and he lets you because the boys love you just as much as he does.

As Waylon moved after his new job, you promised him you'd come around to say hi in Colorado some day.

You had your reservations about this new job - it was all just so sudden. It seemed somehow wrong.

"So, wait, what exactly are you doing?" you didn't raise your eyes from the TV as you mashed buttons at some Mario Party minigame with the boys roaring in laughter at your failure.

Waylon just kind of shrugged, "Software consultation."

You furrowed your brows. Adjusted yourself on the carpet.

"Really?"

"Yeah," you heard him sip his coffee behind you on the couch.

"Well, Way, I did some research on that company, that Murk-hoff or whatever. It's kinda sketchy," you turned your head back to your brother, ignoring your nephews squealing for you to press A.

"Why, does it have bad Yelp reviews or something?" Waylon grinned behind the rim of his cup. But you could see his smile was too taut to be entirely natural.

"I'm serious, dude," you sighed, giving him a stern look.

"Da-a-ad, tell her to press A!"

"Press A," Waylon gestured to your controller. You clicked the plastic with your thumb, holding his gaze.

"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?"

"Yes," Waylon chuckled, "Listen," he lowered his voice ever so slightly, "I really need this job. I'm running low on gas."

Gas. The codename for money in front of the kiddos. You just nodded. Tried to push away your anxiety.

"Lisa's worried too," Waylon mumbled, opening his arms as his younger son climbed onto his lap with grunts of effort.

"Once again, she proves to be the smarter of you two," you mumbled, but you couldn't help but grin when Waylon ruffled his son's hair before wrapping his hands around the tiny ones on the controller.

"Why don't we beat auntie? You're the green guy, ain't ya?"

You just let it be. You're happy he's getting paid, if nothing else.

It all seemed to go well until Lisa called you.

"Waylon's missing," her voice broke as you scrambled to your feet from the bed, ignoring the sleepy grunts of your one night stand as you kicked your sheets onto the floor.

"What?"

You drove to Colorado immediately, went to Lisa, tried to console her, tried to squeeze information from her as she showed you all the emails, all the letters from Murkoff. Blackmail. Something. Your head was spinning. This couldn't be.

"You have to swear you don't go up there. They're just looking for an excuse to hurt us. I'll handle this with my attorney," Lisa sighed.

But you had to find him. Had to at the very least go punch that bastard Blaire in his stupid fucking face, if nothing else. You had to find him.

You arrived at the asylum. Eyed the scaffolding and how it all swayed ever so slightly in the mountain wind. You ducked underneath the bent gate, trying not to think what had made that kind of a hole in solid iron.

"Just get Waylon and get the fuck out."

You could've sworn you saw someone disappear into one of the windows upstairs before their form was engulfed in the darkness that a popped lightbulb had left behind.

"This is going to be the death of me," you grumble and swipe at the gravel that had stuck to your knees before you straightened your back and eyed the rickety ladder up and down.

#outlast #outlast: whistleblower #outlast fanfiction #outlast x reader #reader insert #female reader #jeremy blaire #eddie gluskin #pre!engine eddie gluskin #richard trager #pre!engine richard trager #waylon park #implied abuse /#implied violence /#blood /

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