the killer's obsession | the whistling man

Silly games

(a/n: so sorry, this is kind of a longer one lol uhm get something to drink, snack on, maybe a blanket if you've got one, hopes yous enjoys ^^)

After some promptly promo calls from Ponty himself, Forrest and Peggy received another call from "Dawn".

This time it seemed to be an emergency with her claiming she needed to get into her home but the security system was keeping her out.

But it was a new neighborhood, as in still being built. No one lived there.

Forrest seemed to have his suspicions as well but nonetheless went off to the basement to find something to "help".

After asking you to come with him of course.

Reaching the table through the weird setup of cabinets, you opened one of the drawers to find a record you hadn't noticed before. You smile with a hum as you pocketed it and went to turn around.

The killer blocked your way, leaning against the cabinets as they stared at you.

They were covered in blood, you could hardly tell if this was the killer from earlier or what.

"Hey there." You said, matching their casual stance with your tone.

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" He spoke sharply, stepping towards you threateningly making you step back into the filing cabinets behind you in fright.

He followed, cornering you by leaning himself against the cabinets, boxing you in.

He tilted his head with a hum, leaning close so the mouth of the mask was inches from your ear.

"I locked the door out of here and the door that leads to the stairs." His voice was low and threatening, the cool breaths of his whispers wafting against your ear making you shudder. "I've also hidden both the keys somewhere down here... you're going to have to find them if you want to get out of here alive. Understood?"

You breathlessly nod, trying to back yourself further away from the bloodied knife he was threatening to hold to your throat.

"Good. I'll give you til the count of three."

As soon as those words left his mouth, you took off, ducking behind a shelf and catching your breath. Turning a corner and searching through a drawer, a chill runs down your spine when you hear that eerie whistling.

Followed by him switching on a nearby radio which broadcasted the song Peggy, and seemingly Forrest, was currently playing upstairs.

You quickly get down, hiding yourself in the dark as you watch the sharply dressed man walking past while whistling and twirling his knife.

You crawled through the dark, being careful not to disturb any of the clutter around you.

But right as you reached a bit of a dead end, a box of sugar fell making the footsteps just around the corner alarmingly more obvious.

But being a few feet from a locker, you quickly and quietly hid inside, steadying your breathing as the whistling man came bounding over.

You winced to yourself at his height as he looked around way too close for your liking.

He marched off elsewhere before you noticed something hidden in the corner that had a bit of a shine to it.

Stepping out and picking it up, you realize it's a key.

You head back for another shadowy corner of clutter to hide yourself in.

You make it by the skin of your teeth to the nearest shadow just before he came walking down the path you previously took.