(𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻) //🆃🅷🅴 🅺🅸🅻🅻🅸🅽🅶 🅲🆄🆁🆂🅴//

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//Chapter 12//

TW: Blood, Gore, cussing

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Suddenly, you jolt awake, gasping for air as your surroundings slowly come into focus. Panic grips you as you scan the room, searching for any clue about what just happened. Memories flood back in a terrifying rush — nearly being killed by the fake Isaiah. How are you still alive? And then, your gaze lands on a horrifying sight.

There's Monty, covered in blood, looking utterly exhausted.

You can't suppress a scream, the shock overwhelming you. Did Monty actually manage to kill the fake Isaiah? The implications of that possibility leave you trembling with fear and disbelief.

Monty stirs, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of relief and anguish. "I had to do it," he mutters hoarsely, his voice trembling. "He was going to kill you."

Your mind races, trying to process the surreal turn of events. Monty, whom you had just left hours ago, now sits before you, bloodied and haunted by what transpired.

"He wasn't Isaiah," Monty continues, his words strained. "He was someone... or something else. He tried to... he tried to..."

Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to comprehend the danger you narrowly escaped. "Monty, how did you...?"

Monty looks away, his jaw clenched. "I was on my way to drop off your charger. I saw you weren't responding to my text. I was worried... I couldn't let anything happen to you."

Silence hangs heavy in the air as both of you grapple with the magnitude of what unfolded. The fake Isaiah, the real Isaiah's death, and now Monty, who took desperate action to protect you.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice breaking. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you earlier. I should have trusted you."

You reach out to him, your hand trembling as you touch his shoulder. "Monty, you saved my life. Thank you."

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and relief. "I couldn't lose you," he says softly.

As you both sit there, the weight of the night's events settling around you, you realize how much Monty cares for you. Despite earlier conflicts and doubts, he risked everything to keep you safe.

Suddenly, you hear laughter coming from behind you.

The fake Isaiah emerges once more, his sight unsettlingly grotesque. His form, once resembling your best friend, is now a macabre tableau of blood and wounds, evidence of Monty's relentless attack. The creature, however, proves its supernatural nature by melting into a swirling black puddle, only to coalesce back into a vaguely humanoid shape. This time, though, its form lacks any physical features, appearing as a void of pure darkness.

Monty, driven by fear and fury, lunges at the creature, striking at the darkness with desperate ferocity. With each blow, the lights in the room flicker ominously, casting eerie shadows that dance around the struggling figures. The air crackles with tension as the confrontation escalates, the room feeling increasingly oppressive and surreal.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the featureless void-black creature abruptly vanishes, leaving behind an unsettling silence that fills the room. You and Monty are left standing there, shaken and uncomfortable, the weight of the encounter lingering heavily in the air. The normalcy of the surroundings only amplifies the strangeness of what just transpired, leaving both of you grasping for rational explanations that seem ever more elusive in the wake of such a supernatural encounter.