“Hey! Down here, bitch!”
I looked down to see a doll with stitches on it’s face. I gasped and jumped back, as the doll addressed everyone in the room,
“All the staff are dead. Jack, Brahms, and Lenz are just finishing up raiding the place. Anyways, what did we say about keeping victims! Who’s genius fucking idea was this!?”
Michael put his hand on your shoulder and grunted. He was significantly taller than you, and it was a bit awkward, but you appreciated him defending you.
“Yeah well don’t blame me if we get another Sidney,” the doll huffed.
One of the Ghostfaces seemed pretty offended by that, “Hey you little fucking two-foot ginger-ass douchebag cHuCkY, it wasn’t my fault that bitch was a final girl! Didn’t plenty of your victims survive too?”
Within a few minutes, it evolved into a full-on fight. Chucky wasn’t doing too well in it, either, until Hannibal got them both to calm down.
“Fine,” Chucky conceded, “keep it. But it’s not my fault if it tries to escape and ends up fucking gutted.”
Obviously pissed he had lost the fight, Chucky crossed his arms and faced the wall pettily.
Eventually, the rest of the group arrived, Jack in front, and Lenz in the back.
“Here’s Johnny!” Jack opened the door grinning, axe in hand.
“Jack, that got old the thirtieth fucking time you did it, we don’t need a reference to your movie every two goddamn seconds!”
Chucky yelled, still turned away from you.
“Wow, someone’s got a stick up his ass!” Jack grumbled, then noticed you,
“Hm? Who’s the chick?”
“Some cutie Michael wants to keep!” Ghostface #1, as you started to call him, shot fingerguns at you, you were almost completely sure he was smirking under his mask.
“Like a pet?” the childlike voice of who you assumed was Brahms spoke from behind Jack.
“Sure,” Jack rolled his eyes, “Like a pet.”
“Move aside, I wanna see! Billy wants to see!” what you could only deduce as a feral rat man pushed aside Brahms and Jack, and rammed into you, falling to the ground.
“Alright, we’ve been here long enough, let’s leave before the cops find out what happened.” Ghostface #2 grabbed me, and swung me over his shoulder,
“Shit!” You yelled,
“Damn, thought you were mute for a good second there! Woulda explained why Michael likes you, he’s not much of a talker if you haven’t noticed.”
“Well, I do talk.” You said curtly, you wanted to do anything but talk to a bunch of crazy serial killers. For a while, Ghostface walked with me over his shoulder, humming different tunes as the rest of the group talked, but he set you down when you got to a forest trail. you debated running away at this point; there was a giant open field and building behind you and a forest in front of you, but you somehow knew that you wouldn’t get away. Maybe it was the nine people staring at you, waiting for you to make a move.
“Danny and the others are waiting for us at the cabin, I think we can make it by dawn.” Hannibal looked at the sky and nodded his head.
“Yes! I’ll be reunited with my Ghost-family!” Ghostface #1 said, pumping his fist in the air.
You continued walking, Norman and the Ghostfaces in front of you, and everyone else behind you. You felt uneasy, as the dark forest closed up behind you. This was the end, you were the equivalent of trapped now, and it was terrifying.
You reached the cabin, and Norman opened the door and led you in. There was four more people waiting in the living room for them to get back, a girl that seemed to be covered in blood from head to toe, another girl that was currently eating a human body, and another Ghostface.
The second girl looked up from the body to meet your eyes menacingly, making you gulp like a cartoon character.
“Who’s the new one, she’s cute!” She said with a strong french accent.
“Michael’s new pet” Brahms spoke up from the back with his childish voice.
Everyone but Norman, who seemed close to throwing up, completely ignored the body being eaten in front of them.
The girl covered in blood walked up to you and greeted you happily, “I’m so glad we have another girl! It’s just been me, Alexia, and Tiffany alone in a house full of guys! I’m Carrie by the way,”
“I’m glad you’ve been working on that confidence, Miss White. You are doing well.” Hannibal commented, while Ghostface #3 started to take off his muzzle.
“God, where’s fucking Tiffany, thought she’d be down here…” Chucky asked, looking around the room, as the others walked in,
“Oh, she’s upstairs with Bubba and Nubbins, doing their makeup!” Carrie pointed towards the stairway, “Lenz, I cleaned up the attic while you were gone, what were you keeping up there?”
“Billy had a kitty up in the attic, Billy named her Agnes!” Billy replied happily.
“Ew, after your fucking sister? That’s disgusting, man.” Chucky said, giving Lenz a side eye.
“Why is it disgusting?” You asked, genuinely curious. Lenz seemed sweet compared to the other killers, despite the fact that you didn’t know him too well.
Chucky grinned, “Hah, because-”
Michael covered your ears and turned you away from Chucky, walking you up the stairs.
“Hey-Mike-what-” you spewed out random words and obscenities as he walked you to an empty room somewhere upstairs. You were still wondering what Lenz did wrong. Something apparently bad enough that Michael of all people didn’t want you to hear it.
Michael guided you into the empty room. It had a double bed and a mirror in the corner, plus a desk and lamp against the wall next to the bed. Overall, it wasn’t a bad living situation. Obviously you were still scared shitless at these people, but there was absolutely no way to escape right now, so you decided you had to suck it up and stay with them until you had a solid plan to escape.
Michael set a garbage on the ground in front of you, snapping you out of your train of thought.
“Clothes.” he said, pointing at the bag, “Don’t leave the room without me, or one of the others.” wow, that was the most words you’d heard out of Michael since you’d met him. Until now, you weren’t even sure he could speak in full sentences.
By the time you’d processed what he said, he had turned around and left the room. Closing the door behind him. You tried it, but it wouldn’t open, it was locked.
You sighed and walked to the desk, seeing an empty journal and pen had been left there. It might help to write about your feelings, you decided.
Picking up the journal and pen, you started to write.
Earlier, I woke up in a weird room and was kidnapped by serial killers.
I’m not sure why, or even how I ended up in that room, but it seemed like I was a patient of somesort. Maybe I did something bad. I don’t remember anything though. I barely even remember my life before this. Why would they take me? I saw Michael kill that nurse, so why would he keep me alive?
I need to wait if I’m going to try and escape.
Writing down your random thoughts seemed to help, but it also tired you out, so you decided to go to bed. You opened the garbage bag that was still lying on the floor, looking for pajamas. There was random clothes inside that seemed to come from different places, some were ripped, and some even had blood on them. You hoped they were bought or thrifted, but you had an idea of where they really came from.
You hadn’t noticed until now, but there was a bathroom right by the door, with a shower, toilet, and sink, there was some soap in the shower that you used to clean yourself off.
After you were done, you pulled on a grey oversized hoodie that was a little ripped up and some leggings. You walked out of the bathroom and sat on your bed, feeling sleep start to overtake you.
A/N lmao chapter dumping todayyy
