Eddie Munson lives on....

🍄Storyline 1: chapter two: Home🍄

(This is going to be the only chapter from your point of view. This next one probably wont be)

In most stories, there is a character that becomes a burden. A sickness. Someone that brings down every one else, and makes the story longer.

Excuse my French, but I'm that fucking character.

It's not like I need pity for it. My crippling weakness is something that has been with me since I came out of the womb, becoming a burden immediately when the doctors took one look at me, and rushed me off to emergency care. They attached tubes, covered me in blankets, and started trying to keep me being a stick in the mud.

And no, I'm not bullied for it. My parents did disown me, but that's their fault, no one should abandon there infant child.

But this story isn't about my weakness. Every one has one, mine is just more notable.

It's about him.

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It was after the fifth or six time I died. I was 19 years old, and eating a peanut butter sandwich in my best friends kitchen. Out of nowhere, the world tilted on its side, and my legs fell out from under me. My cheek hit the grey tile floor, and I heard screams from down the hallway, and the scattering of things. I squeaked - a poor attempt of a scream-, and tried to clear my vision. But all I could see was a landscape of decay, floating platforms, clouds of swirling ash and smoke, vines covered my body, the strength of ten men crushing my skin slowly.

I blinked, and saw my best friend lifting me up off the tiles. My body shook, my head felt numb, and I couldn't feel the lower half of my body.

I blinked once more, and the horrible nightmare came back. Howls echoed across the trees to the far right, answered by screeches from further away.

No, no, go away, go away, GO AWAY! I'm really not in the mood for this, imagination! I'm trying not die, if u didn't realize!

I wished, in that moment I could hit myself in the head with the palm of my hand. It usually helps when I get these nightmares.

I felt my body begin to shake, and I could hear my friend calling out my name. In the distance, sirens sounded. The howls and calls of the nightmare creatures echoed in my ear till it was overtaken by ringing. Louder and louder and louder. My head hurt. My body hurt.

As I felt my lungs give up, my heart thump its disagreement against my fate, I hoped that I could have a miracle once more, the fifth time (I know, I'm greedy), and wake up.
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I woke up with a foul taste choking my senses. Tightness blanketed my legs, my head felt weak and my stomach felt sick. I was in a bed, so that must mean my arms are tied down somehow.

For some reason, it had taken me until now too realize I wasn't breathing.

Fresh panic spiked me, and tried to open my eyes. When that attempt appeared fruitless, I tried over and over again to make some noise, but something overly slimy had been shoved down my throat, and it pulsated against my voice box. Another slimy object had been shoved into my stomach, where my bellybutton resided, as if I had been transported into the womb. At least then I'd be able to flip my mother off as the doctors make her hold my abnormal body.

All at once, the gross 'tubes' supplying me whatever-fucking-shit-tastes-so-godamn-bad, delivers a large portion of it with a gurgling sound, followed by a jolt of raw energy ramming through my body. My head spun, and I opened my eyes.

Lights swam in my vision, and it took a while for my eyes to focus, but when I did, I saw a man walk across the room to me. His clothes were all white, and his cheeks were wrinkled like a prune. His eyes held no amount of kindness.

"How are y/n? My name is Dr. Brenner, and I'm going to keep you safe."

How the fuck does he think I can answer? I have some weird shit down my throat, probably no thanks too him. His wrinkly ass probably just thinks that by giving me a decent human greeting, I owe him my trust.

"Oh, sorry, that was dumb of me!" He chuckled. Eugh, he's already annoying me. "You can't answer me!" No shit sherlock.

He walks to my right, then exits my vision. I try to turn my head, but that too has no result. I instead look to the window the far right of my vision. Its still too dark to make out the rest of the room I'm in, but as soon as I turn my head, I know exactly where I am.

Outside the window, clouds of black and shifting shapes pulse in the sky. Red lighting licks across the baulk of them. Trees stand skeletal across the land, and fallen power lines litter the once-was neighborhood. Fast shapes run and howl across the few blank spaces I can see, opening their bloom-like mouths.

I start desperately flinging my tied up body in hopes of escaping, and scream as loud as I can. Its a small squeak, but at least I can make noise. This alerted Dr. Brenner.

"Ah yes, I thought you would recognize where you are, miss/mr l/n."

I begin to squeak louder.

"You probably want to know why you are in this presumed nightmare." he walked over to the window, and looked out at the decay pensively. "See, you died. For the fifth time actually. And we were all tired of finding a cure for your......interesting case. But, yesterday, before you arrived at my hospital, I had an epiphany. Instead of trying to find a cure in a place where you don't belong." he turned to me, a twinkle in his eye. "why not leave it to the thing that created you, and the place you came from?"

I then realized that the thing down my throat was a twitching vine.