Goretober - 2024

1. Too Many Teeth || Genloss - Slimecicle

He was dreaming. He had to be. There was no way that what he was seeing was real. And where the FUCK was Ranboo??

Charlie bolted, his heart pounding in his chest so hard he heard it in his ears, beating over and over, in time with his footsteps.

His sneakers hit against the concrete floor with a sound that echoed around the empty space, bouncing off walls and back into his ears, the sound muffled by his heart.

The thing was after him, he could feel it. Practically on his heels, he could feel its hot, panting breath on his neck.

"Get away from me!" He screamed as best as he could, his breath stuttering in his lungs.

Obviously, there was no response. For something with such a big mouth, it really didn't say much.

Charlie reached the main area of the mall, making a break for the escalator, half tripping, half sprinting down it. Very nearly falling. He reached the bottom and ran for the only thing that looked familiar. The old Charley's Philly Steaks vendor, with the flickering lights that made the sign look more like his name. He vaulted over the counter, ducking underneath it.

His breath was coming frantically, and he desperately tried to still it. He had somehow lost the thing coming down the escalator, but it could still find him if he was too loud.

He wanted to cry, feeling close, too close for comfort, to a panic attack of some sort. He wanted to find Ranboo, he wanted to get out of here. But that thing was blocking his way out, and it might have gotten Ranboo.

His side still hurt from where the wire monster had clawed at him before Ranboo had stopped it. Blood seeped into his shirt, leaking through the stuffing from the vest he was wearing. The adrenalin had definitely helped him from hurting way more, but he feared that it would wear off at any moment.

He wanted to cry.

Charlie waited for a moment longer, before crawling out from under the counter, peeking over it.

He couldn't see any sign of it, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. Lurking. Waiting. With its huge mouth. So many teeth. Too many teeth. So small and white. Like pearls that had been sharpened to a point. Like a dentist who collected his patients' lost teeth and stuck them in his own gums. Too many. Too sharp. Too small.

Charlie took in a wavering breath and stood, carefully climbing back over the counter. It probably wasn't safe, but he had to find Ranboo.

He looked in every direction before quickly walking towards the escalator. So far away. But the thing wasn't there, so maybe he could make it.

He wanted to cry. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision so badly he could have just taken his glasses off.

Where were all of the employees?

Charlie reached the escalator and ran up it, careful to not stumble and cut himself on the sharp metal. He reached the top. He felt a little better, less like crying.

He started around the circle, aiming for the hallway that branched off in the direction of the big warehouse area where the Cabin set was kept.

He let his guard down. Breath hit the back of his neck, a hissing, wheezing sound. And his heart stopped. A hand crept onto his shoulder, its long fingers digging into his skin. Tighter.

Charlie felt it pull him around and his eyes squeezed shut involuntarily. Tears stuck his eyelashes together, his lungs constricting, no longer able to pull air into his body.

Nothing happened. The thing kept breathing, its breath almost more labored than Charlie's, somehow. He opened his eyes.

"Oh, fuck," he choked, pressing a hand to his mouth.

The thing, with so many teeth, was everyone who had died. Their clothes were all sewn together in a horrible amalgamation of cloth, its face like someone had taken all of Charlie's competitors and shoved them in a blender then stuffed that into ill fitting clothes.

"Oh no, no, what did they do to you?" Charlie felt tears streaking down his cheeks now. His side started to ache, and he pressed a hand down on his wound.

The thing grinned at him. With all of its teeth. So many mouths, so many teeth. But not Sneeg.

Four people. Four sets of thirty-two. One Hundred and Twenty-Eight. All bloody.

It pushed him. His back was already against the railing, and now he was falling.

Charlie screamed, reaching towards the thing, reaching towards the railing, anything.

The fall was shorter than expected, and his back slammed into the floor with a crunching sound. There wasn't pain at first, then everything was on fire. Charlie screamed again, though not much came from his throat, he was still trying to regain his lost breath.

His ribs had shattered, pieces of bone sticking out of his skin and shirt, jagged edges ripping through him like soft butter. Blood pooled under him as he continued to scream and sob.

The thing watched from above. It felt bad, but really, hadn't he deserved it? Why did THEY have to die, when Charlie got to come back again and again and again and again?

It watched until Charlie passed out, blood streaking the floor where he had tried to reach for something, anything.

It licked its bloody teeth in satisfaction. So many of them. But all the more to rip someone apart with.