YB Game Small AU! [Will be in process SOON (Currently a W.I.P.)]

Chapter 8. Stuck

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"Eughh..." You said, rubbing your head. Jumping off wasn't the best idea, but it was better than being caught by that psychopath. The toothpicks laid on the ground but they were scattered all over. You got up. No broken bones or sprains, you were just sore. It was all dark. You reached in your pocket only to find out your phone wasn't there. You spent only 5 minutes looking for it until you finally found it. You turned it on and pushed flashlight mode. The bright light flickered on in a second. You picked up some of the toothpicks and walked forward, confident. Then came the voice you absolutely hate... Peter.

"Darling... Why are you hiding from me?" It echoed through the little area. You decided to shine the flashlight upwards only to find Peter's hand again. 'Does he ever just give up for once?' you thought, a bit frustrated. "Darling, you know I love you very much..." You kept walking forward. "I see you~" Peter said. You pointed the flashlight up slowly. Yep... Peter was watching you. You were met with his blue eye looking down on you. "No more running...~" "Yes more running!" You yelled, bolting forward. 'Here we go again,' you thought. You took a turn and turned off your flashlight immediately. You were met with Peter's feet. You looked up and he was literally on top of the stove. He was peeking between the crack. He was still looking around for you there, what an idiot. You bolted towards the closest place to hide, which was another room. You slid under the door crack. You had put the toothpicks there first then, you came in. And oh shit.... It looked like this was Peter's room. You looked under the crack to see Peter was now walking towards his room. Panicked, you ran under his dresser. "Oh darling... I know you're here... All I did was give you a head-start here," Peter spoke softly. You stayed in the corner of the dresser. He had a flashlight, ready to shine it on you.

"Not here," he said, looking under his bed with the flashlight on.

"Not there," he said, looking in his closet.

"Nothing here," he said, looking under his nightstand.

He was going to find you one way or another. His footsteps became closer and closer. That's when you realized... You're stuck.

A/N:
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