Yes, This is happening.
Art not mine.
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The Mute. The Shape. The boogyman....
That ma was known for alot of things. But, he was known to do one thing, and that was to come back on Halloween and find his sister, Lauri Strode. The sweet woman who cared for little children, known for being a good baby sitter... But was now known as the sole survivor of the boogyman, and a hero...
No one has seen the two ever since last year. They disappeared into a fog in the woods after there last meeting... Maybe they where gone for good...
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Jake Park completely lost track of daylight, and his age.
Nothing existed inside the Entitys Relm. That wasn't a problem for Jake. He didn't care about how old he was, or, what day it was or time. He never really showed emotion twords any of the other survivors, that could show weekness. Like during long trials with killers on his back. He refuses to cry and, not wanting to show any pleasure.
Jake sat up in his tent, feeling the wind blow againced his face. The Entity is calling for another trial. This means he won't get any breakfast this morning. This might be his punishment for sabotaging the killers hook last trial, causing the survivor to excape and no one get sacrificed. But he was willing to take on anything. Sitting up, Jake grabbed his boots, and slid them on. It was the same thing every day. In, and out. You where very unlucky if you where sent into a trial twice in one day.
"Hey Jake!" He heard a familiar female voice call. He sighed. He just woke up, and he was already being called on. "Yeah..?" He said in his raspy sleepy tone. It was Lauri. She was a sweet woman, he believes, she had a very kind heart twords the other survivors, but when it came to the killers she knew how to fight back.
"I just wanted to thank you for saving me back there.." She whispered, as if she didn't want any of the others to hear. "I mean, from yesterdays trial with the trapper... I was on death hook man.." She said. Jake gave a small smile and a nod. "No problem... Everyone gots to excape... Right?" He asked. Lauri gave a slight nod.
Jake grabbed his tool box, adding a few extra things into it to increase the power. He stood by the fire, seeing Meg and Lauri standing on each side of me. Meg held a flashlight. One of the most deadly items. Lauri didn't have anything, determined to find something in the trial. He was kinda glad that she was with him. On the far right of him, was David. David King. They did not have a good past. David don't like Jake, and Jake don't like him... And it stays that way.
"Just... Let's not hope its him.." Lauri whispered over to Jake, giving him a nervous look. Jake tilted his head to the side. "Who?" He asked. Lauri stood silent a bit, in a daze, but finally said, "The Boogyman" she said. Ah yes, The Shape. Jake had a few Trials with Michael, and it has been odd. It was like he knew every time Jake was about to sabotage, cause when he sabotaged a hook, he would be gone a few seconds later and his teammate already on a different hook. It was nearly impossible to get away from him without getting injured, or worse.. killed.
Jake, though, wasnt afraid of him. he has only been in a few Trials with the man, and he always excapes without getting caught. Easy.
Everything turned dark, black mist swallowing them up... Then they arrived.
Lambkin Lane... The home of the Myers family, and the street of the brutal child murderer. Jake immediately got to work.
Finding a generator inside the house of Michael, dropping to his knees and fixing the gen. He grabbed parts from his toolbox and shoved it into the generator, new parts, and other things. Watching oil drip down onto the ripped carpet and nasty floorboards covered in bugs and other things he don't want to know about..
A few minutes past, and the generator bursts, and it lit up, running normally now. He wandered why he hasn't seen the killer yet, or his friends. He headed out of the home, holding his now useless toolbox, looking around for any sign of life.
Nothing.
Jake walked across the street, crows eyeing him while he walked by, but didn't move. He found a half working gen outside of a home, and he looked around. He got down on his knees, feeling something watching him... Eyeing him. He didnt like it. Yet, he chose to ignore it.
But that's when it got to him.
Jake heard something drop to the ground behind him, so he quickly turned around, hoping to see Lauri or Meg.
Jakes eyes went wide, getting up from the now turned on generator... To see Lauris lifeless corpse dead on the ground, a huge stab wound in her chest, and a purple and red bruise on her neck. It couldnt be..
Jake moved away, hearing a loud click sound.. the hatch.. it opened near him. He turned to the direction of the sound, running twords the direction... Before...
Jakes scarf got yaked, causing him to chaok, and fall back. His neck got grabbed, and he was lifted off the ground. And that's when he finally saw him face to face. Michael.
Michael stared into the eyes of Jake, his grip incredible, enough to lift a man without a struggle. Jake choaked, grabbing Michaels arm and kicking around. He couldn't breath. The way the man looked into his eyes, the way he looked lifeless, and bloodthirsty, made him nervous. He seen the same looks, but for some reason this was worse.
Michael then harshly threw him to the dirt. Jake gasping for air, holding his chest... Yet he didn't feel anything warm, or wet. No blood. Nothing. Jake shakily looked up, seeing Michael above him. He was tall, to tall for a man... His knife covered in blood, and mask having slaps of blood. That mask... It made Jake cerous... Yet, nervous. It showed no emotion.
Jake couldn't get anything out of his mouth, still holding his breath, and he moved back, feeling something cold touch his back. He looked behind him, and he saw the hatch.
Jake looked back infront of him. Michael was no where to be found. Jake looked around, and crawled into the hatch....
Michael watched from behind a tree. He couldn't believe it neither. He was close in killing him but he didn't. Something about Jake made him stop. The way Jake looked at him. They locked eyes. He felt something spark in him. Was it the light coming back into his empty soul? He was confused.... And he hated it. The black fog swallowed him up... And before he knows it. He is back in the shack with the other killers.
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