Hope (House of wax x reader)

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There was a large house on the top of a hill, and it looked gloomy and overgrown.  It was on the edge of town, and had a good view of, well... everything.  It looked like it could be magical in the day, but it looked creepy right now, when the sun had almost disappeared.

"Hey, why don't ya'll hop in," Bo suggested, gesturing to a truck parked in the driveway.  "I'll get the fan belt, an' I'll give ya a ride back to yer car."

"No, we actually got some friends picking us up where the road's washed out," Wade explained.

"I'll give ya a lift there then.  'S the least I could do for makin' ya'll wait."

"Cool, thanks," Wade stated.

"Hey, ya said ya need to use the facilities, right?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Bo unlocked the door, and welcomed Wade in.

"Either of ya need ta use the can," Bo questioned.

"No thanks," you replied.

"I'm fine," Carly told him.

"All right.  So, where ya headed to anyway," Bo interrogated.

"Oh, we're just going to a football game," Carly answered.

Bo nodded, then ducked in the house, leaving you and your sister alone.  The inside of the house was fairly clean, and smelled kinda okay.  Very surprising to Wade.  He wasn't sure what he was expecting from a small town hillbilly, but it wasn't that.

"Hey, the bathroom is right down the hall.  Lemme get out of this jacket an' tie an' I'll grab the fan belt," Bo told him, making his way towards a flight of stairs.

"Okay, thanks."

Wade disappeared, and did his... stuff.  When he finished, a door down the hall was wide open.  He made his way over, continuing his assholery once more.  In this room, everything was neat and tidy, not a speck of dust, and organized perfectly.  There were posters explaining human anatomy, and jars and containers filled with preserved with fetuses of different animals.

Intrigued by the decorations, Wade made his way into the room.  He grabbed one of the jars, and set it back down.  He noticed a curtain in the corner of the room, and a little desk next to it.  He moved over to the curtain, and pushed it back, revealing an operating table and light with leather straps to hold people down.

Then, there was a knock on the door, and the lights shut off.

"Hello," Wade called.

He got no response.  He quickly made his way over to the door, and tried to twist and jiggle the knob.  It was locked now.

"Hello?!  I'M IN HERE!!"

He began to bang on the door, calling for help as loud as he could.

"HEY!!  HELLO?!!  HELLO!!  HELP, I'M IN HERE!!"

Then, Wade felt a sharp pain in his Achilles tendon.

You see, there was a trapdoor in this room.  It had an odd placement in the room, and there was a man down in the tunnels it concealed.  And it was right behind the door.  The man inside grabbed a pair of scissors, and cut right through Wade's heel.

Wade let out a guttural screech.  He was screaming bloody murder, clawing at his foot while shuffling away.  He backed into the area behind the curtain, bumping into the table.  He fell back onto it, and that clicked on the light.  He saw a man towering over him, with long dark hair concealing half of his face.

The man scowled at Wade, grabbed something off the desk, and began to beat him with it.

Outside, Wade's screams began to attract Carly's attention.

"Holy shit," she muttered, fear evident in her voice.  "I'm going to go in there and look for Wade and Bo.  Stay out here."

And with that, she rushed up the stairs.  She turned around, tossed you her cell phone, and quickly made her way inside.

"Wait!  Carly," you shouted.

But it was too late.  You looked at the truck.  You didn't know how to drive, but you could figure it out, right?  Trial by fire.  You could handle it.  It could help get you to town quicker, you could get some help.  That's when you noticed a small detail.

The headlight was broken.  On the same side as the one Nick had broke the night before.

You quickly dialed Blake's number, and the phone rang for a bit.

"Hey, it's Blake.  You know what to do."

Then, there was a mechanical beep.  Fucking voicemail?!

"Blake!  We need help," you quickly told the phone.  "The truck guy from last night, I think we just ran into him!  And Wade's inside his house, he was screaming and Carly went in!  I need help!"

The door opened once more, and you turned to see who was coming.  Hopefully it would be Carly or Wade.  Or both.  But Bo walked out, wearing a jumpsuit and a baseball cap that displayed the logo of a local gas station chain.  Under his arm was a plastic bin holding the tools to work on the truck, and a fanbelt.

"Where's my sister, and where's Wade," you demanded.

You didn't hang up the phone.  You didn't have a good feeling about this, and you wanted to make sure the people who could help you would know what they're working with.

"Oh, he's not out here?  Guess he's still in the bathroom then," Bo answered.  "An' as fer the pretty lady, guess she went inside to get him.  I got the fan belt, you're not in a hurry, are ya?  I wanted to load the truck up with some stuff first.  I can keep ya company till they get back."

He shrugged and began to make his way over, and you quickly opened up the door to the truck.  Surprisingly, it was unlocked.  You quickly pulled yourself up and in, and locked the door.  Bo looked at you, confused and amused.

"What're ya doin,'" he questioned.

"Waiting for them," you told him firmly.

"Open the damn door."

"Fuck off!"

"This is my truck."

He began to make his way over to the other side, and you quickly leaned over and locked that door as well, before sitting upright once more, watching the man through the windshield.

"Hey, what is the matter with ya," he asked angrily.  "If ya don't open this door, I'm gonna call the cops."

Then you noticed something about his wrists.

"You're the guy from the campsite," you proclaimed.  "You were the one there last night!"

Bo smirked, and began to make his way back over to the driver's side of the truck.  Once he got there, you moved to the shotgun seat as quickly as possible.  Bo smiled, wide like the cheshire cat, or the grinch.  He set the bin down on the ground, grabbed a wrench, and began to beat the window with it.  Then it cracked.  Then a spiderweb of cracks and marks stretched out from the impact site.

Then, it shattered, and you screamed.