The figure lead an anxious Skid and an unconscious Pump along the sidewalk. Skid struggled to carry his friend, but if it were the other way around, Pump would have a harder time.
"So... are we going somewhere safe?" Skid asked. "Like a hospital?"
"Well, I am going to heal Pump, but it's not exactly a hospital," the figure responded.
"H-how do you know my friend's name?!" gasped Skid.
"I told you earlier, I've known you for a while."
"But who are you?!"
"I'll tell you when we get there."
Skid lifted Pump again, readjusting his grip on his friend.
A little while later, the figure opened the door to a huge laboratory. Inside of it, though, it was empty... with untrustworthy blood stains on the walls and floor.
"Wh-why are we here?!" yelped Skid.
"Do you want your friend to be healed up or no?" the figure asked, suddenly snapping harshly with a warbled voice.
"O-oh no, you got it too?!" Skid gasped. He ran away, fearing the worst.
The figure, not paying attention to Skid, slammed a button on the wall, and the huge, metal door slammed shut, almost on Skid's foot. He jumped back, nearly losing his grip on Pump.
Then, a blood vessel burst out of the mouth area and grabbed Skid, pulling him back towards them.
They rolled down their hood, and...
"NURSE PATTY?!" Skid gasped.
As Patty tried to calm Skid down, she slowly and ominously pulled her scarf down to reveal her mouth was... sewn shut? How was she talking?
Skid didn't want to know, but he still found out when he noticed the threads holding her mouth shut were actually blood vessels.
She might have been a doctor, but even she failed to stop the Bloodspread... it had fully encased her, as her mouth grew to a wicked smile.
"Damn it..." Skid grumbled frustratedly. "I knew I shouldn't have-"
Patty then used her blood vessels from her mouth to snag Pump by both legs.
"NO NOT AGAIN!" Skid screamed. He leapt up and tried to pull Pump out of her grip, but she tied Skid up tightly and walked off with him and Pump.
"It's time for your check-up, kids..." she said grimly.
Skid squirmed around in the blood vessels, trying to free himself. He only got one arm out before Patty tucked it in again.
Eventually, she slammed the two down on an old, dusty operating table in the middle of a very dark area.
"You kiddos wait right there... I need a scalpel." Patty walked off.
Skid looked around for Pump by feeling around the table, and eventually felt his lumpy pumpkin mask.
"Please... wake up..." Skid wept, shaking his friend in desperation to get him back. "I can't lose you..."
Pump eventually managed to get his eyes slightly open after a bit of shaking.
"Skid..." he muttered.
Skid's face was filled with tearful relief when his best friend finally woke up.
"Pump... c'mon... get up..." Skid begged.
"I... can't..." Pump sputtered, trying to at least hold Skid's hand. "Ow... it hurts..."
Skid was just about to pick Pump up again, but Patty came back with a scalpel the size of a sword in her hand.
And she was pretty pissed off when she discovered that Pump woke up.
"Excuse me," she scoffed. "You're not supposed to be awake, little guy."
"Wh-who... wha..." Pump mumbled, glancing at the infected surgeon, but upon finally recognizing her, he screamed.
That was when Patty attempted to stab Pump, but Skid pulled him out of the way just in time, causing Patty's scalpel to get stuck in the operating table.
Skid gripped his frail friend by the arms and carried him on his back, hoisting him up as quickly as possible while Patty tried to get her scalpel out of the table. There was no time to lose.
Once the two made it out of the torture building, they took shelter again in the now-abandoned mall, and they hid in the employees-only closet.
But just as they closed the door, the large scalpel burst through the wall, and Patty herself sent it crumbling to the ground by walking through it.
This was the end of the lifeline for Skid and Pump. They were cornered. They failed to hide from her. They were going to die.
Crying heavily, they hugged each other fearfully, preparing to accept their fates...
But just then, Patty was impaled through the stomach by what seemed to be a chainsaw.
Skid and Pump couldn't bear to watch the horrifying death of the surgeon. The chainsaw sliced her upwards, and her two halves peeled open...
And there was a familiar face.
But she looked... different.
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The Spooky Bloodspread
HorrorSpooky Month would never again be the same for Skid and Pump. Ever. Normally it's a time of celebration. Spooks. Candy. Trick-or-treating. Mischief. But not anymore. A mysterious infection is spreading through Skid and Pump's hometown, and it's alre...