Dimension Jump | Karl Heisenberg

Chapter Two.

"Love entertainment— furthermore—" I heard a hushed voice above me and my head rolled, neck painful as all hell.

My eyes slowly opened to a dim room with a collection of different— things. In total, I think there were five of them?

Some kind of doll.

The Hunchback of Norte Dame.

Tall ass motherfucker, otherwise known as the one currently talking.

Formally dressed chick with a bird mask.

And then finally someone that looked— rather normal compared to the others. He was just... dirty.

Greasy dude.

The longer my eyes lingered on his scruffy look, the more I zoned out the conversation being had between the group, my sight connected to his moving beard and ruined jacket.

"She's awakeee!" The doll yelled out in a piercing pitch that hurt my ears, bringing me from my stupor.

"Both of you shut the fuck up!" Greasy Boy spoke, his gravelly tone setting a pit of fear in my stomach.

I try and move my hands, but when I look down, I realize they're chained up, keeping me bound to the floor with little movement available.

The doll runs off, scurrying towards the bird-woman.

"You mean you'll screw around with some rando who doesn't even live here? Where's the fun in that? Give her to me, and I'll put on a show that everybody will enjoy," The man spoke up again, looking back over to me with a smirk.

I shivered at the sight, too scared to say anything in front of these strangers who seemed to be— fighting over me?

"What do we care for bread and circuses?" The woman at the back asked, finally standing up from her seat.

I hear a growl and look to see the man raising a giant tool above me. I shriek, flying back as far as I could while he lowers the metal, breaking my chain off from the ground.

I stay there, glancing around the place to see no exit. I didn't even see an entrance. "See? No use putting her to work in your damned castle, she's a skittish fool. Give me her, I'd just love to test on that skin—" He looked over my arms and I hug myself, tears welling back up.

Last I remembered I was being eaten alive in my bedroom, now I'm in some closed-off room with a bunch of freaks? Did they kidnap me? No, that doesn't explain what happened.

Wait— I know that woman's face. I look back up at the large female in a rather elegant white dress.

My eyes widen in realization. She'd been trending for weeks now all over the internet. The infamous Lady Dimitrescu, from Resident Evil Eight.

But— how?

"A chunky girl like that could provide such succulent blood," I could practically see the saliva dripping from the vampire woman's mouth and I shivered again, curling up farther.

"What fun is killing her immediately?" The scruffy man fought back.

I didn't know any of these other characters' faces, since I don't like to spoil games for myself. The reveal of Dimitrescu was practically unavoidable, so it became a special case when I saw her face flood my social media's feed.

Thinking about it, I'd probably be laughing at a scene like this from my bedroom right now. Too bad it's me who's living through it.

"Mother Miranda, I've asked for little over the past few years. Just let me have one fresh test subject, I'll make you proud."

The man spoke up again, and the words 'test subject' didn't sit well with me. They sat bad, very bad!

"Uhm— do I get a say in anything?" I raise my chained hands as they shake with nerves, effectively catching the entire group's attention with my stuttering and hushed voice.

"Heisenburg, you may have her," Before I could even say anything else in my defense Miranda spoke, making my stomach drop.

It was between being a blood bag and a living test subject, but I get the feeling it's the less enjoyable hand I'd been dealt. I mean, such a slow and painful death; if it even is a death.

It's probably gonna be more like a continuous state of painful survival. I mean, that's what I think of when I imagine Resident Evil games. They're no fun for people like Ethan Winters and Leon Kennedy.

"Alright! Take that bloodsucker! Say hi to the girls for me!" Heisenburg laughed at Dimitrescu with a small jig as everyone walked out of the room through a large hole that I had assumed to be nothing more than another part of this room's run-down look.

As everyone left, with a small final glance being left from a petty Dimitrescu, which was gladly returned by Heisenburg with a sly smirk, the older man turned to look at me.

"So, what do you say we get you up to my factory, new girl?" The second everyone is gone it's as if the man was reborn, his dangerous personality and lethal mood dropping to a creepy and slightly eerie amount of cockiness.

I don't say anything. I don't even move. My brain is still pounding and I'm trying to catch up with what's happened in the last I don't even know how long.

What day is it? What year? How am I inside a literal video game? What are my parents thinking right now? Are they even home yet back in the real world?

Am I gonna die?

"Hey! She bitch!" Fingers snap in front of my face aggressively and I zone back into the man in front of me.

"Huh?"

"I said do you even know how to fucking walk?" It seems like he's running on his last strings so I quickly get up, tipping over the second I do as a dizzy spell hits me. "Woah!"

Heisenberg takes ahold of my arm chain, keeping me up straight as my head woozes around. "Fuck..."

The man in front of me laughs a little, taking his hand away to instead hold it out to the side, which quirks my brow. "You look dumb when you cuss."

As soon as he speaks, I hear a small whirring followed by a whoosh, and within seconds a giant metal hammer is in his hand.

"W-What?" I must seem like such a dumbass right now. I've just been hobbling around and mumbling random things for the past like— ten minutes. I don't even know what I'm doing, I mean how could I know?

"Follow me, don't be slow or I'll feed you to those fucking things," Heisenberg motions back behind us and I suddenly heard growls and sneers, making me nearly cry out as I clumsily run ahead of the man with no idea of where I'm going.

"To my factory!"

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