A Friend For The Insane

Chapter Twelve: Terror, That Which She Feels In The Face Of Her Friend

Hey! Still don't have actual internet yet, but getting twords that, anyways, I hope you're all enjoying (if you've kept reading) and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Finally getting to the stuff I've been thinking about for a while, hehe. Also, I still can spell, hehe.

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(P.S. I'm making a new cover so watch out for when that happens, hehe)

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Her heart beat in her chest, sending shockwaves through her body. She only clenched her eyes shut tighter, begging for it all to go back to the way things used to be. The times when she and Spamton were just being good friends. It went by all so quickly and it hurt to know she couldn't get that back.

She eventually couldn't hear anything else, but her own beating heart.

Almost like someone else's thought crept into her mind, she had thoughts of killing others.

Thoughts of pain.

Laughing at the fallen.

Sick, twisted thoughts that couldn't possibly be her own.

She wanted them gone.

'Stop fighting, become what you once were!' The voice whispered.

"No, I can't, I have to be myself, for Spamton" she gritted her teeth.

'Than suffer the consequences of of your actions"

Her limbs felt stiff, her head throbbed, the world spun, she could taste bile rising.

A gurgle was heard from behind her, Fona was suddenly jerked up words.

She hung in the air and as she looked at her captor, she couldn't hold the bile in.

As her inside became her outsides, she remembered the thing she just saw.

It's face was sunken and oozing. It's face was dark and it's teeth were a shining yellow. It's own flesh dripped from its skull and it's eyes were hollow sockets.

When her stomach was emptied, she was harshly put on the ground behind the abomination. The Terror that filled her soul had never left. It only grew as she was dragged along.

Each step the abomination took, shook her, every breath she heard it take, wanted to make her puke again. That hand clutched the back of her shirt and didn't let go.

All she could do was sit there and listen to the monster and keep the thoughts that weren't hers, at bay. If she could get away from this monster, find Spamton, she might be able to convince him that there was no need to go to the mansion.

She just hoped she wasn't too late.

An hour or so passed, every now and then, the abomination would pick her up and stare at her face with those black holes of darkness, when it was done it would always set her back on the ground behind it and drag her.

Her back had to be littered with bruises, but it wasn't like she could feel them. She was too focused on keeping her mind her own.

Soon, the abomination stopped, and it was only than that Fona saw the lights on the mansion, flashing above her.

Her body shook as the abomination held her up and set on her feet, letting go of her shirt.

"︻╦̵̵͇̿̿̿̿ Time has passed different for you than for them. Your friend has changed╤───" It's voice was like the sound of a half clogged water pipe trying to drain.