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Fluff
Swearing
Romantic behavior
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Prompt: Party
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'I want to leave!' I thought to myself, the loud talking nearly overflowing my thoughts. There were drunk people everywhere, and this was a collage party.
"Hey there cutie~" A guy drunkenly giggled. I looked at him, "What?" my voice was tinged with annoyance. "Your pretty cute, wanna go *Hiccup* g-go make out!?" He blurted, barely able to get the words out of his throat. A cold sweat dripped down my cheek.
"No." I said, walking away from my original spot. I couldn't even look back. It was just so stupid to me that some random guy wanted to make out with me while drunk. Seriously, the audacity of some people. As I made my way through the crowd, I had noticed the guy was following me. Finally I ran, pushing people out of the way to try to get away. Time was seemingly meaningless, trying to find a bubble of space. But this room was like a maze. Everything looks the same. Drunken people yelled, threw bottles, danced, sang, making it nearly impossible to get through this crowd. I looked behind me, there was no sight of him.
"Ugh... Finally" I was barely able to hear my voice over the music and people. Suddenly glass could be heard shattering. Now I know it's time to go. I somehow made my way to the front door and left. It was dark, nearly lightless if it weren't for the streetlights. My muscles relaxed, I was no longer enclosed in a tight crowd. As I made my way home, I felt like someone was following me. 'Please don't be following me..' I thought, hoping it wasn't that same drunk guy. I turned around, there was nothing. 'Well I guess this is a sketchy part of town... Maybe I'm just imagining things.' I thought to myself, turning back and continuing my walk back to my house. As I passed an alley way, I could of sworn I'd seen something in the corner of my eye. I turned back and ran in front of the dark abyss. My eye's couldn't even adjust to the darkness, there was nothing I could make out. My body was tense, I couldn't move. My breath hitched, something moved it's palm over my mouth. My body began to shake. Pure adrenaline kicked in, I kicked and waved my arms, but then I felt a hand around my neck.
"Don't be so tense. I'm not going to kill you, fully..." The person finished their sentence with a sinister chuckle. They removed their hand from my mouth. I wanted to scream, but I was to scared. I felt a sharp pinch on the back of my neck. "Just relax." They whispered, my vision blurred and my hearing faded... My eyes opened wide. A sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I gasped, the pain was unbearable. I bent over, but that just made it worse. My body fell back, leaning against what was presumably a chair.
"Good, your awake." The same voice spoke in the dark. There was only one dim light above what looked to be a operation table. An operation table covered in blood. A shape emerged from the darkness. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to wake up so quick. Otherwise I would have cleaned much faster." They said. I could see them now. He was a man with pale skin and black hair, his eyes were almost bright red. "But I also didn't expect the drug to be so effective. It put you out all through your surgery." He talked as if what he was saying was completely normal. He went silent and began to wipe down the operation table. The silence was so chilling, I didn't know where I was, or what exactly happened.
"You know, you have a rare kind of body." The man suddenly said, setting the rag he was using aside. "I don't know what it is, but your different." I was beyond confused. "I-I don't under stand why-" I leaned forward, but a burst of pain made my spine shiver. I yelped, grabbing my stomach tightly. The psychopathic man chuckled, "Sorry, I had to borrow your liver." He said calmly, walking back into the darkness. My eyes widened, 'is that what this pain is?' my mind hurriedly thought. All the pain did was grow.
"W-what...?" I murmured, looking up searching for the figure of the psycho.
"Don't worry. You got a kind donor!" His voice came from across the room, opposite of me. Suddenly a chair was rolled into the light. "He didn't live of course. But I'll take that any day I can." My heart was racing. Sitting in the chair was a mutilated body. It could be barely recognizable as a person. Their stomach was cut open, guts spilling out of the opening. Their eyes were rolled back and blood pored from nearly every inch of their body. The more I looked, the more I put the face together. It was the drunk guy from the party. Tears formed in my eyes. I covered my mouth in shock. My body was visibly trembling in the seat. The tears fell onto my lap.
"What's wrong? Did you like him or something?" The red eyed man appeared right in front of me. My head shook shakily. "N-no..." He pulled down his mask to reveal a toothy grin. His teeth were sharp, it was unsettling.
"Oh don't worry, you still have more... Operation's to undergo. But thanks to this dead bastard over here you'll be just fine!"
