You were walking out of the kitchen with a bag of chicken chips, a door flung open, you froze, looking over at the door, a chip in your mouth "I'M BAC-'' before he could finish his sentence the door came back and hit james in the face, you quickly ate the chip before laughing at james, he dropped his bag and rubbed his head where the door hit him. You giggled, "hey! Not funny! That hurt!" he shouted playfully, he grabbed his now long black hair, and tied it into a messy bun. "So how was it?" "pretty good, lots of friendly people, lots of good food too!" he picked up some of his bags, "spare room?" "yep, make yourself at home" he started taking bags, on the floor there was a black suitcase, with gold lines and swirls, james now kneeled in front of you, and unzipped it, they was a bunch of skulls, he picked one up, it was coloured, and marks on it. "Small shop i found in...where was it again, um somewhere" he said, slightly confused. Pulling more out to show, there were different animals even. "Nice" "very, and i got you a skull and something else" he pulled out a deer skull, its antlers were a deep purple colour, he put it on the coffee table in the living room "interesting" "yea, i watched them make it" "Ooo that's so cool!" he nodded and dragged more bags to his room, he was in there for a while, there was still a bunch of bags out here, a small black one with a green tag caught your eye, you opened it, your eyes widened in fear, shaking you ran into the kitchen with the bag, and in the pantry there was a small door, you grabbed the key from under a bottle of sauce and opened it, shoving the bag in there 'why would he have these? Where did he get them from? What's going to do with them?' your mind racing with bad thought, you shoved the key into the lock until it gave a satisfying click, and you hid the key again, his heavy and yet light foot steps were coming towards the door, "yo y/n can you make me a snack please?" "what do you want?" his head peered around the corner and shrugged before moving more stuff. You grabbed a packet of plain chips and put them out on the bench for him. You grabbed the packet you left on the floor and started watching TV.
Half an hour had passed, "Y/N! HAVE YOU SEEN MY BAG?" "which?" "SMALL, GREEN TAG?" "nope" he muttered something before sitting down near you. "What's in it?" "some parts for something i bought a while ago" he had a box sitting next to him, he put it on your lap, he stared at you and then back at the box "open it y/n, its a few things i got for you" he explained, you lifted the lid, inside laid a a glass square, with a dark oak outline, inside was a butterfly, its wings a dark purple, picking it up, there was another underneath but with a different butterfly. "Woah, thanks james!" placing the one you hand down and hugging him, he just froze before hugging back, you let him go, and put the frames up, and put the skull up on the wall near the TV. "looks good?" "looks very good there, although maybe put a butterfly on either side maybe" you moved it so one butterfly was on the other side of the skull and nodded. Darkness coming over you.
"We met again y/n" the voice behind you, spinning to meet the killer, he was grinning, watching you as you froze in fear. "It's now your turn~" he held a shiny black butterfly knife to the middle of your neck, he dragged it lightly down your body, until it reached your stomach, he started pushing it in. you grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him off, you tried kicking him, missing every time, he grabbed your hands with his left hand and held them above your head, pushing the knife in more, screaming slightly, he stopped, looking you in the eyes, he reminded you so much of jasper "who even are you?.." he stared at you before the knife started moving deeper, he grabbed a few more butterfly knives, and stabbed one into your wrists and the wall behind you, "please stop!" you yelled, tears starting to roll down your cheeks, he turned and looked at you "you're such a crybaby, it doesn't even hurt y/n" "it does though! You stabbed me!" "so? After what your father did I had to kill your family" ''what did he do?.." he walked over to you, lifted your chin, and looked up in the eyes, he was tall. He pulled out another knife, not letting your chin go, he pushed the knife into your hip, pulling it upwards, not breaking eye contact, as you cried and screamed, he did the same to the other side. "Why don't you ask him?" he took the knife out of your wrists, blood on the knife, and you looked at your wrists. Bone sticking out, he grabbed your hands. You pulled trying to get him off, before stumbling backward, in his hands, laid your small hands, he dropped them. You held up your arms to see your hands were missing, you screamed in terror, blood falling out of the holes at the end, he pinned you to the floor, sitting on your legs, holding you in place, he grabbed the knife out of your stomach, and started ripping open the wound, he pulled out your organs, your throat hurt from screaming, you tried screaming but nothing came out, he was showing you everything he pulled out. You saw darkness.
Coldwater hit your face, making you sit up immediately, James's face was not far from yours, a bucket was next to him "oh good!" "What happened?" you dried your face in your shirt "you passed out, are you ok?" "yea, although I did have another nightmare" "why didn't you wake up then?!" "I couldn't" he took a deep breath, before standing up, and holding out his hand, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. "What happened?" "well...the killer, well he killed me" "did he say anything?" you looked away and pointed to a picture on the wall of your family "something about your family?" you nodded "do you wanna watch movies to take your mind off of it?" you nodded and got up onto the couch and got comfortable.
