WUT

WASHY WASHY 🔫😃

(Jack's POV)

(In Jack's apartment)

THIS IS KIND OF A HORROR CHAPTER

Trigger warning: blood, death, not washing hands

okay on to the story 

"There's something we all need to know, if you want to keep that healthy glow"

An eerie voice rang in my ears. Was I hallucinating? No... it was definitely there.

"Remind your friends, in courteous terms, to spread the words and not the germs"

A shadow approached over on the other side of the bedroom. I tried to wake Ryan up, but he wouldn't move.

"Ryan, wake up!"

Suddenly, I felt cold hands at the back of my throat. The thing that was singing... it had come to me.

"Wash your hands, it's the right thing to do. It's easier when you only have two."

As the voice got more distorted, I saw the creature's true form... this oddly shaped blob monster.

And it had friends.

What appeared to be a pink-colored octopus with hollow eyes had grabbed Ryan from his bed. As he suddenly woke up, he screamed "JACK, WHAT THE 🧛🏿‍♀️🧌🤡🌮 IS GOING ON!??"

"I HAVE NO IDEA"

"Wash your hands; keep them clean"

As the other monsters began to sing, Adam burst into the room.

"GUYS, IM HERE TO SAVE YOU! LET ME JUST-"

"Oh yeah, hey hey, wash your hands."

Another monster, who appeared to have a birdlike beak and a mohawk, grabbed Adam by the throat, making him drop his knife.

As blood bubbled up from his throat, a lifeless Adam collapsed on the floor. I grabbed the medical kit in the bathroom as Ryan broke free from the octopus' grasp. He grabbed the knife and stabbed the birdlike monster in the heart.

"But if you find you're not feeling well, like too many trips around the carousel."

I could hear the now more corrupted voice of the creature from inside the bathroom, but I paid no attention. I had to save Adam.

I had no idea what to do, I called the ambulance about five minutes ago. Nothing had changed.

As the blood on my shirt and hat began to dry, I knew it was too late for me to do anything. The only thing I could do now was wait for the ambulance to arrive.

Suddenly, the voices returned, as familiar footsteps approached the bathroom.

"Call the doctor, that's what you do. The doctor'll take good care of you..."

Wait...

Was that Ryan's voice?

"And you'll feel better too," Ryan sang, as he pinned me to the ground.

They got Ryan.

"Wash your hands and make your mother proud, and maybe you can join the popular crowd."

The group sang louder as they encircled me and Adam's body. I grabbed the knife from the floor and did something I would definitely regret.

"Wash your hands, like fifty times a day-" Ryan was cut off by me stabbing him in the arm. 

"Sorry, Ryan, I have to do this."

As the brainwashed Ryan let out a scream of agony, the ambulance had finally arrived. I tried to save Adam, but then...

"Oh yeah, hey, hey..." 

The singing monsters were back. And they had taken over Adam too.

Adam got up and started to attack me. I tried to fight back, but he was much stronger. I kicked him back and he hit the counter. As he passed out again, Ryan went to attack me.

I grabbed the blade to stab him again, but as I lifted up my hand, Ryan's eyes returned to normal.

"Jack, it's me-"

But it was too late.

I had stabbed my own brother in the neck.

As he was bleeding out, I had realized what I had done. Adam had passed out, and I killed Ryan. I was a murderer.

I dropped to the floor in tears.

"Ryan, wake up, please," I said between sobs. "I'm so sorry."

Adam woke up again, this time not possessed.

"Oh my god, Jack, what happened?!?"

"I... killed him... I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay, Jack, we'll try to get him some help."

"He's already dead. I killed him. I should have died. It should have been me-"

"We can still save him, don't worry. Go back to bed. It's for your own good."

"But what about you? Will you be okay?"

"Of course I will."

As Adam carried Ryan's body into the ambulance, I sat on the floor crying.

The monsters came back to get me.

"Wash your hands."

It was too late to save myself.

"Wash your hands."

That was the last thing I could hear before the world faded to black.

"Wash your hands..."