Gatoraid

Chapter 8

"You..."

The kid looked up, in that evil, horrifying grin, the same grin you saw on those CCTV cameras.

"Y/N. I see you have created quite the havoc" the kid spoke with an intellect that seemed to do anything but fit his appearance. Although the child's voice was youthful and high pitched, the softly spoken tone seemed as if he had grown before his body.

"Who are you?" Monty growled, putting his hand in front of you.

"That is a discussion for another time, but you...Y/N. You can call me Gregory..." The child looked toward you, as if Monty hasn't even asked the question.

"What...what are you doing here" You asked.

"I belong here. That's all you need to know..." Gregory responded before setting his eyes on Monty.

"You. You are in the way" Gregory said eying the Gator in front of you, before lifting his small hands, and curling them in a crushing motion.

You stared in confusion, before turning to Monty.

"Monty...?" You said, looking at the alligator who began to twitch, and curl his claws.

"Stop it!" You cried, noticing the Gators situation. As he winced during each twitch and violent movement of his body.

"YOU! YOU DID THIS TO THEM!" You shouted, turning toward the boy, a face full of anger.

"Me? No...this is just a gift" The boy chuckled, before clicking his fingers.

"You little shit!" You said, before launching yourself toward the boy.

"Vanny..." The boy simply said. Before you were hit with two hands against your shoulders.

You were stopped by an opposing force. As your hands connected to a pair of shoulders, you looked up to see the familiar face of the lady with the bunny suit. Her bunny head peering down at your own.

Your hands shook as you held your strength and ground.

"What's wrong...Y/N, scared?" This vanny said, sneering before pushing you back. It took all your strength to keep your balance.

Looking past Vanny's shoulders, you noticed the boy was no longer in sight, yet you could hear the struggles of Monty, as he hissed and growled through gritted teeth, as if he were fighting his own body.

Turning to the lifeless body of Vanessa, her chest rising and falling ever so slowly as she sat tied to the leather chair, one thing, one option became fact in your mind.

You had to deal with Vanny.

As you eyed the bunny figure, from a poorly made pocket she drew the same knife she had used to try to attack you once before. Your heart beat rose, but you HAD to fight, there was no other choice.

There was a moment of uncertain tension, your eyes glowing with hatred toward Vanny, glistening with sadness and worry was your gaze as Monty continued to grunt and shout in pain.

Vanny then launched for you, and prepared for her attack, you moved to the side, pushing the rabbit lady into a table as you did so. She hissed, before launching herself once more. This time, you were less prepared.