[Chap. 8] - "Peek-a-boo."

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... Click,

You heaved a heavy sigh of relief as you felt their panicked voices ring out of earshot.

Resting your back against the unyielding wooden surface you'd just forced shut and feeling completely winded, you were lost in thought.

You couldn't remember - and you were still scratching your brain.

You raised your knees to chest level, resting your elbows on them and letting your hands go limp as you tried to return to your senses.

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"Angel?"

A distressed voice, once jolly and full of energy, called from the other side of the door. You knew who it was.

"Angel!"

You were stumped and rooted to the ground, unsure of what to do. He was insistent on seeing you; you could tell by his tone.

"Ā̵̤͜n̷̙̞͑̕g̴̼̓̇̀̒ę̶͕͔̅͜ĺ̶̮͜..."

Huh?

Your head snapped up. That didn't sound like Dogday. Now, what do you do? Do I open the door? You weren't even sure why you locked him out, but wasn't it in your best interest?

"Dogday?" You call out.

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Nothing but pitch silence occupied the room; not even the music managed to leak its way through the walls and windows.

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"Dogday?" Again, you called out.

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"Dogda-"

"Angel~"

You turn on your heel, looking back at the dimmed room. The plank flooring below your shoes had hollows, enough to trigger some sort of paranoia.

There was a profound storm outside from where you stood, but you were sheltered safely by the walls and the roof of this playhouse.

It was a chilling contradiction to what it'd been before, as you remembered. A red, overfamiliar smoke blanketed the ground.

The walls were marred and scratched in three's.

The lamp overhead was overcast and faded out by crimson gas.

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Like any other dumb teenager in your generic horror movie, your legs paced forward on their own accord, turning a blind eye to your wits.

Your eyes fell on this plushie you'd seen, laying lifelessly on the easy surface of a couch. It was one of Dogday.

Picking it up with your hands, you felt this ache in the back of your head - the same one you felt before passing out. In that stupid maze, when Dogday-

"He's not here to save you, Darling."

You turn back again. Nothing.

You felt eyes burning through your very soul - but from where? You were cold, and your legs were trembling.

"Who are you?" You manage to stutter out, short of breath, finally mustering the strength to say a few words to the devil in the room.

From your peripheral, you caught two bright, ivory, and hollowed-out pupils staring straight at you. In an act of pointless self-defence, you haul the plushie in that direction.

The only semblance of your predator vanished into the pitch blackness. The room was now heavy with red smoke that crossed your vision like thick fog.

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"Certainly not a way to treat your saviour, hm?"

You turn back once more, only for your eyes to focus bare on the driving rain and bursts of thunder from out those window panels.

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That was, until you felt a furry hand on your shoulder - claws bared and out for you to see.

"Peek-a-boo."

The flushed-out indigo went for your mouth next, stifling any screams or breaths. The snug fabric of the couch was forced against your front. Your captor kept their paws in place, intent on keeping their purpose.

"Having fun now, Angel~?"

The crimson smoke only grew thicker. You were losing air quickly, feeling the cold textile strain against your lips.

You struggled against 'it's' grip, only for it to overpower you completely and keep you still and against the snug furnishing.

"Shh..."

You didn't listen.

"So, this is their new partner in crime, huh..."

Again, you didn't listen.

"Hush now, Darling..."

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"... Sleep tight,"

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"... And don't let the bed bugs bite~..."

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A/N - I know how it looks like rn for all y'all, but trust me, it will get better soon 🙏 (I hope)

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