【Ｈｏｌｙ ｗａｔｅｒ】 [ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ!ꜱᴀɴꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

‖→~Chapter One~←‖

(I had rewritten all the chapters)

You settled uneasily into one of the old, beaten-up chairs from the dreary detention room. The relentless shuffling of students attempting to alleviate the discomfort in their aching backsides filled the poorly lit space. The constant hum of the heaters provided a low background noise, while the obnoxiously clamorous sound of water rushing through the pipes incessantly interrupted any moment of peace or quiet.

This room was incredibly obnoxious due to the incessant noise caused by the pipes. The sound echoed throughout the room, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Unfortunately, this wasn't just a problem in this particular space. In fact, the entire school was plagued with the same issue, and it was clear that the school had been built on the cheap. The poor quality of construction was evident in every corner of the building, from the flimsy doors to the cracked windows. It was a far cry from the comfortable learning environment that most students were accustomed to, and it made it difficult to stay focused during classes.

As you glanced around the detention room, which used to be the school's music room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of confinement and boredom. The poorly painted light yellow walls looked dull and uninviting, especially with the clashing dark, mud brown carpet on the floor. The lack of windows made the room feel even more suffocating, as if you were trapped in a box. The only furniture in the room were a few desks and the teacher's small, light brown desk, which added to the overall feeling of emptiness.

Y/n let out an audible sigh, feeling the weight of boredom settling in as they looked around the room at the other three individuals serving detention, and you were among them. The small group consisted of two boys and a girl, but Y/n's attention was drawn to the girl with striking features. Her glossy, strawberry-blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her posture was so impeccably straight, it appeared as though she was made of stone.

The two mischievous boys had identical dark brown locks that contrasted with their bright blue eyes. However, their striking similarity was interrupted by the longer tresses of the one who giggled louder, reaching down to his well-defined shoulders. Their infectious laughter reverberated through the room, causing the teacher to fixate her watchful eyes on them and make futile attempts to quiet them down.

In the dimly lit room, you found yourself surrounded by strangers whose identities were shrouded in ambiguity. They were unfamiliar faces and you were merely another nameless entity in their midst. It didn't bother you in the slightest; you preferred it that way. Everyone had their own secrets and pasts that they didn't dare reveal. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and it was a silent understanding amongst everyone that no one would delve into the subject of how or why they were all there. The mystery of it all hung heavily in the atmosphere and despite the curiosity that scratched at the back of everyone's minds, they couldn't bring themselves to break the code of silence. It was a mutual agreement that what had brought them all to that forsaken place, would remain a mystery forever.

You were lost in your thoughts, daydreaming about something that seemed far more interesting than the lecture the teacher was giving the two mischievous boys. Unbeknownst to you, Mrs. Finck had been observing you for quite some time. Suddenly, she broke the silence by rising from her chair and dismissing the class in her authoritative tone. However, before letting everyone leave, she added a warning to be good and not repeat any past misbehaviors. The words dripped with a hint of bitterness and hostility, evident in the piercing glare she gave each student as they collected their belongings.

In a rush, you abruptly rose from your seat, hastily slinging your backpack onto your right shoulder, as you attempted to make a quick exit from the room. Unfortunately, your escape was intercepted by the formidable presence of Mrs. Finck. "Y/n, I must convey my disappointment to you as this is not the first time that you have acted in such a way. In fact, this is your fifth time here in the first quarter of the year," she hissed through gritted teeth, moving herself and you aside so the other three people could leave the room. "It is imperative that you understand the gravity of your actions, as this will be going on your permanent record." Despite her warning, you simply shrugged and began to walk away. The tension in the air could be felt as you left the classroom, aware of her disapproving gaze following your every step.

After what seemed like an eternity, Y/N finally left the dull and uninviting school building. The corridor smelled of burning ash mixed with an overwhelming amount of perfume that made your eyes water. Detention had lasted for about two hours after school, and the majority of the lights were already being turned off. Without much thought, you decided to head to the nearby park. Though the sun had set and it was pitch dark outside, the only illumination came from the reflecting headlights of passing cars. For some strange reason, home didn't seem like the right place to be at the moment. Despite having a perfectly normal family consisting of one mother, one father, one brother, and two sisters, something was amiss.

Y'all were able to maintain a harmonious relationship, despite occasional arguments that were bound to happen. Unfortunately, even the minor skirmishes led to scolding from your parents, who seemed to have a never-ending list of rules and expectations. Y/n let out a heavy sigh as they strolled down the desolate grey pathway that was devoid of any signs of life. Occasionally, they would pause and gaze up at the sky. The purpose behind this impromptu action eluded Y/n completely.

It's not that Y/N is necessarily paranoid or anything of the sort... Totally

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As you arrived at the park, you couldn't help but notice that it was eerily still, with no visible signs of life. Save for the towering trees that encircled the periphery, creating a natural canopy of lush green foliage. The park appeared to be your typical urban oasis, complete with all the usual go-to facilities of a well-designed park - there was a playground for kids to frolic in, a sprawling expanse of velvety-smooth grass speckled with colorful flowers, and a calm, tranquil lake that beckoned one to take a refreshing dip on a hot summer day.

You leisurely strolled towards the playground, drawn to the familiar sound of metal chains clinking together. As you approached the swing sets, a gentle breeze washed over you, causing some of the empty swings to sway back and forth in a rhythmic motion. The resulting soft creaking from the metal provided a soothing background melody to the stillness of the park. You approached one of the swings and sat down, feeling the cool metal seat beneath you. After a moment of relaxation, you stood up and positioned yourself on the swing, placing your feet upon the seat while gripping onto the sturdy metal chains. You began to sway back and forth, mimicking the gentle motion of the other abandoned swings.

As you gracefully swung back and forth, you savored the feeling of the gentle breeze caressing your hair. Y/n hummed a soft tune under their breath, cautious not to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere surrounding them. Suddenly, a loud snap interrupted the tranquility, causing you to jolt and scan your surroundings with caution.

Your eyes landed on a broken twig at the edge of the forest, and as you looked closer, you realized that the forest itself was situated right by the swings. Despite its proximity to the playground, the forest remained an unexplored and mysterious place, and the broken twig hinted at the possibility of hidden secrets just beyond its borders.

You chuckled nervously as you looked around the empty playground, regretting your decision to stay out there so late at night. As y/n stepped off the swing, landing on the woodchip covered ground with a small 'thud', you slowly made your way over to the fallen twig. The sudden gust of wind made the swings creak and the leaves rustle, sending a shiver down your spine.

The chilling sensation of fear gripped you, as a foreboding aura of negativity enveloped you, causing your entire body to tremble. Goosebumps erupted on your skin, and you couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed. Y/n's heart raced with terror, the air thick with an eerie silence, and every fiber of her being screamed at her to run, but she was frozen in place with fear.

Y/n's breaths became shallow and rapid, heart beating like mad in their chest as they saw what was behind them. Mouth agape in a soundless scream, they were utterly transfixed, rooted in place, eyes locked on the towering monstrosity in front of them.

Y/n's breaths became shallower and more rapid, their heart nearly bursting out of their chest as they beheld the terror behind them. Their once strong and capable legs had now turned to jelly, incapable of carrying them away from the monstrosity that towered before them. Completely transfixed, they found themselves frozen in place, with a gaping mouth unable to give voice to the soundless scream that echoed in their head. With tear-filled eyes, they continued to lock their gaze on the towering beast in front of them, unable to look away from the horror that had come to life.