It had been days. The stench was unbearable.
You were sitting in the far corner of the room you had been locked in, as far from the bodies as possible. Those bodies were your friends.
They weren’t supposed to die. Well, not then anyways. They were supposed to live to eighty, telling stories to their grandkids, and having old-people sex.
Instead they were killed at seventeen. Gutted. Their bodies were all sliced open, the intestines laid across the ground haphazardly. Their blood painting the walls and covering your hands.
You hadn’t killed them. You were ninety-nine percent sure you hadn't killed them. But the one percent in the back of your mind gnawed at your consciousness, eating you alive until you weren't able to focus on any other thought. You couldn’t have killed them, right? You were blackout drunk, there was no way you could have overpowered them.
You had woken up in the room, leaned against the wall, with no idea where you were. The room was all white, with one locked door and a mirror that was hanging on one of the walls. Besides those things, the room was completely empty, well, except for the bodies.
Hours had passed. There was nothing. No outside contact, no changes, no nothing. The room was suffocatingly silent. You were alone with my thoughts and I hated it.
Suddenly, all the lights shut off and the door opened with a click. Apprehensively, you got up, peeking outside. There was blood and bodies everywhere, and a big sign that said Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. No living beings were in sight.
There was too much emptiness here.
It seemed like a facility of some kind, there were lots of doors, all of which were open. You walked to the first door on your left and heard muffled sobbing coming from inside.
You hesitantly walked into the room, shaking slightly as you got closer to the crying. There was a person there, amidst the blood and guts, huddled up in a little ball. They looked to be wearing a nurses uniform.
“Hey! Are you okay?” You tapped on the shoulder of the nurse,
They slowly looked up at you, fear evident on their face,
“Y-you aren’t one of them?” a nervous smile slowly spread across their face and they shakily stood up, putting their hands on your shoulders for support. They opened their mouth to speak again, but only sputtered, as blood sprayed out of their mouth. Your eyes widened as you saw a looming figure behind the nurse holding a bloody kitchen knife. You immediately sprinted in the opposite direction of the figure. Your only thought was to run. You raced through the rest of the building, not bothering with any of the other open doors. That encounter was traumatic enough. The man- who you now had a clear view of, wore a navy boiler suit and a white mask. He was following you at an incredibly slow pace, almost like he was teasing you. When you rounded a corner, thinking you had lost him, he would appear behind you, like some shitty horror movie villain.
Eventually, you were cornered. The man raised his knife, brandishing it in front of you, but you had already readied myself for the situation, shutting down all your emotions. You were no longer scared, this fate was at least better than staying in that room for the rest of your life. you closed your eyes, and waited for the knife to peirce your skin.
But it never did.
You opened your eyes in confusion. The man was still there, still staring at you, but the knife wasn’t moving. It was stuck above his head.
He seemed frozen in place. You waved my hand in front of his face.
Still nothing.
You tried to get up, and he pressed you back down with his foot.
Okay… this is weird
You sat there for a minute, waiting for him to do something. Suddenly, he spoke up,
“....Follow me.”
He lifted his foot off of you and started to walk away.
Did this guy actually think you were going to follow him willingly?
Well you were, but only because you still weren’t sure what he was capable of. You walked down the hall in suffocating silence. You were following him hesitantly through the twisted halls and rooms, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t lead you to your death. It felt like you walked for hours, when in reality, it was probably only around ten minutes. you had my head down the entire time, so you didn’t realize when the man came to an abrupt stop, almost running into his back.
Looking up, you saw you were in a room, it was mostly empty, except for a couple of people. The first looked like a normal person, though he seemed almost as scared as you were, the second and third people were both in Ghostface costumes, so you couldn’t see them very well, the last guy in the room had a weird muzzle thing over his mouth, and was in a torn up straight jacket.
“Hey, who’s this?”
One of the Ghostface people tilted their head like a curious dog. They had a deep modified voice, and seemed pretty calm about the situation.
“Don’t tell me Mikey has a crush?” The other Ghostface giggled, his voice had the same modifier, but he seemed much more carefree than the first guy.
Michael grunted in disapproval, making the Ghostfaces shut themselves up.
“I believe Micheal wants a hostage,” the man with the muzzle on said, though he didn’t say it very convincingly.
“H-Hannibal, do-do you think that we’ll get c-caught? I-I don’t w-want to get caught…”
The scared man spoke, and ‘Hannibal’ turned to him,
“None of us will get caught, Norman, you mustn’t worry about such things.”
Hannibal crouched down a bit to look at you, and smiled through the muzzle, he might’ve been trying to comfort you, but it just unnerved you more, making you back away from Hannibal ever so slightly.
Hannibal then looked up at Michael, still smiling,
“Michael, you can bring her with us, but I propose that you be her caretaker,” he said calmly,
Michael nodded and grunted again in return.
Wait, they were going to take you with them? You didn’t want them to take you with them, but you also didn’t want to speak up, for fear of the psychopaths in the room.
Apparently, the expression on my face was nothing short of terrified, because the Ghostfaces decided to speak up,
“Aw c’mon baby, we’re not that bad!”
The first one said, getting closer and looking down at you like you were a child.
“Yeah,” The second one said, “We’ll take good care of ya!”
you were slowly getting closer to Michael, realising that he was probably the sanest person here. He grinned under his mask seeing this, he secretly hoped you wouldn’t like the others.
“O-oh, it’s okay m-miss, th-they won’t harm y-you, they’re all b-bark no b-b-bite,” Norman spoke up, realizing how overwhelmed you were.
Suddenly, the door to the room was kicked open, and… there was nothing there.
A/N sorry babes finals are killing me and y'know other shit also I'm busy asf
