The Chase

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You were running. Away. Everything hurt. Your feet as your shoes slapped violently against the ground, your shoulders, a sharp, agonizing pain with every step, and your head, spinning with questions.

"How did you get here?? "

"What were you supposed to do?"

"How were you going to escape?"

"What the hell is happening??"

And, the most important question of all...

"Who the fuck is chasing me??"

Well, there were a couple things you already knew. You had fallen into a closet, you were missing school, you didn't have a damn clue where your friends were, and now you were being chased. By that...thing...
What was it, who was it?

Blue-ish purple skin,
A purple tongue?
Sharp, yellow teeth,
A tail?
An unnerving smile...
And most importantly,
That terrible knife.

It was a horror to look at. You wanted to get out as soon as possible.

It was hopping closer, giggling maniacally, creepily, swinging around that strangely colorful weapon.
You could hear...bells? And the sudden swishing of capes in the distance. You wanted to know more.
It was risky, but...
You turned around
And there it was
A demon
But...

In a jesters costume?

You continue to look back, suddenly surprised on how strange and peculiar this figure was. It was unnerving. It was inhuman. It was nothing like you had ever seen before.

"No more," You thought.
"I don't want to see any more of this."

But, you fail to look forward, suddenly in a trance.
"What a strange and peculiar figure..." Your thoughts trailed off as you observed this devil. Time seemed to...slow down. You sensed...an evil aura? No, something wasn't right.
You snap out of the trance.
Suddenly, both of you are running much faster.

You look forward, but it's too late. You trip over yourself, your pain catching up on how fast you've been going.

Your body hits the floor hard. You wince, and end with a helpless yelp of pain.

You try to crawl away, not looking back, but you hear the taps of the creature approaching.

"I'm done for," You thought.

"Whatever he's going to do, it's not going to be good."

The steps come to a stop. You look up at this creature. He's...smiling. And the knife, right above you, you stare at it in fear.

He ducks and lowers himself down, maintaining eye contact with you, as he extends one hand out to you.

" TAG! "

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