WARNING, BRIEF MENTION OF SUICIDE
POV - Afton
I could feel Michael's eyes staring right at me. Once again, the hunter failed to catch the rabbit. Ironic, isn't it?
As I set foot on another building, huge flames caught my attention as the hotel was suddenly on fire. I smiled and cackled. Just because I hated fires, doesn't mean I hated causing one.
"Beep, beep."
I looked at the screen of my watch. It was a special gadget I had used to get to Heaven without being seen by Asther. Darn guy was an annoying menace, to be honest.
"Boss, I found the kid. He's been hiding in that animatronic's chest cavity." Vanessa, a nightguard that I had managed to control appeared on the screen. She wore a white bunny costume. Well, not exactly white since different shades of white was visibly sewn on.
"Hmm... Interesting. Why hasn't it killed him yet?" I asked eyeing the burning mansion in the corner of my eye.
"The dead children." Replied Vanessa. "They've been sabotaging our plans nowadays."
"I see..." I said, looking back at my watch. "Alert the others, I will be gone for a while."
"But why, boss?" Asked Vanessa. I growled, resulting in her flinching.
"Didn't I tell you many times, Vanessa, no questions at all?" I frowned.
"I apologise, boss." Vanessa muttered and hung her head in shame. Foolish pawn.
"Heh. Besides, I'm only here to cut off loose ends." I replied in a low, menacing tone, smirking. "A very loose one."
POV - Vanessa/Vanny
"To cut off loose ends." My boss replied in a low, menacing tone, smirking. "A very loose one."
Even without a mirror, I could tell that I grew pale. I was confused and shocked, for I did not expect him to say that. Well... maybe I did when I had agreed to work alongside him, the most popular murderer of the 1980's. Eventually some blood had to be shed, of course.
"Boss, how are you going to get the dead children out of the way?" I asked. He merely continued to look away and began to cackle.
"That's a very simple question!" He cackled. "We create a distraction. Knock 'em off their feet with the element of surprise!"
"And how exactly?" I asked, slightly irritated and wanting him to be straightforward.
"We free the prisoners of hell." My boss replied in a low voice.
****
"Mum?" Said a little boy. He had been searching for his dear mother for the past hour, after she agreed to play hide and seek with him.
As the little boy took a step forward, he jumped at the soggy feeling in his foot. He looked down; he had just stepped on spilled ketchup.
"Mum??" The little boy called out again.
It was concerning that despite him living in a house for his entire life, the little boy couldn't seem to find his mother at all. He searched the place top to bottom — no sign of life was present.
"Mum?!" The little boy grew frustrated as time passed through. He had absolutely no idea what gave his mother the idea of hiding for more than an hour.
"Mum, please..." the boy began to sob. "I can't lose you the same way I lost Greg..."
Thump. What was that?
The little boy moved closer to a room. The closer he got, the more anxious he became.
With trembling hands, he twisted the doorknob.
It was safe to assume he certainly wasn't ready for what he witnessed.
Blood was everywhere. There wasn't a single spot that was not covered by blood. Chairs, beds and tables were smashed and scattered across the room. The carpet reeked of a fishy smell and there were cockroaches and maggots crawling on it. There were a dozen crosses on the walls that were turned upside down, and some of them were broken. It's almost as if the sight was straight up torn from a horror movie.
However, the most horrifying sight was not his mother hanging from the ceiling with a broken neck, but the rabbit at the window.
He had seen that rabbit many times. Too many times.
The little boy knew the rabbit all too well. Whenever he and Greg would spend time at the pizzeria, the rabbit was always there, nearby. Even after Greg went missing.
He guessed that he should've known.
Now his mother was gone.
And he was alone.
Or was he?
"Mama?" Whimpered a familiar voice.
The little boy turned back, eyes wide. Could it be him?
"Gregory?"
There was absolutely no way a presumably dead kid was still alive.
Quiz time!
Who was the shadow with green eyes?
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