Unleashed (A Roblox hacker & myths thingie)

Chapter 7: Fear

Author: I'm growing lazy...

Warnings apply heavily: Blood, gore, and a (Maybe) make-out scene!!!DO NOT SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU OR I WILL SKIBIDI SIGMA YOUR—

—Aster's POV—

I jolted awake in the dead of night, feeling my heart pounding as if it wanted to escape my chest. The faint glow of the city outside slipped through the blinds, casting slivers of light onto the walls of my room. But something felt off.

Then I saw him—standing in the dark, his form blurred but unmistakable. A paper bag with a child's drawing of a red noob face obscured his face, his eyes hidden yet searing, like he was burning holes straight through me. Before I could move, he lunged forward, his hand wrapping around my throat, pinning me down on my own bed.

A strangled gasp escaped me as his grip tightened, my breaths coming in shallow, panicked bursts. His hands were like fire, pressing deeper, his fingers digging into my skin until I felt a sickening pressure building in my head, pain blooming behind my eyes. Every nerve in my body screamed as I tried to push him away, but my arms felt weak, heavy, as though I was drowning in some nightmare.

His face loomed closer, the darkness around his features twisting into something inhuman, his voice cold and smooth as he hissed. "ㄚㄖㄩ ㄒ廾工𝓝长 ㄚㄖㄩ'尺㠪 丂闩千㠪 乃㠪⼕闩ㄩ丂㠪 ㄚㄖㄩ'尺㠪 廾工丂 ㇄工ㄒㄒ㇄㠪 千尺工㠪𝓝ᗪ, 闩丂ㄒ㠪尺? ㄚㄖㄩ'尺㠪 𝓝ㄖㄒ廾工𝓝Ꮆ" His grip tightened, sending sharp jolts of agony through my spine, and I felt my vision going dark around the edges. "尺㠪爪㠪爪乃㠪尺 爪ㄚ 𝓝闩爪㠪... 工ㄒ'丂 ㄒ廾㠪 ⼕꧰爪爪ㄩ𝓝工ㄒㄚ..."

A scream rose in my throat, but it choked off as he pressed harder. With his other hand he plunged it into my chest, tearing me apart from the inside. I was being unraveling at the seams, my skin splitting, every nerve raw and exposed. I could feel my blood pounding against his grip, my ribs cracking as he tore my body rib by rib, everything too sharp, too real. The pain became blinding, searing, as I was being ripped open. I opened my mouth to scream, the metallic taste of blood overwhelming my sense. My throat suffocating and drowning from his grip and my blood. He ripped out my pulsing heart and crushed it into a bloody pulp right before my blurry eyes, i screamed.

And then, in a jolt, I woke up.

I gasped, bolting upright in my bed, sweat slick on my skin, heart hammering as if it might explode. I was alone in the room, the walls bare and silent, the sunlight rising quietly outside as if nothing had happened.

But the feeling lingered, crawling over my skin like a bruise that hadn't yet faded. I touched my throat, almost expecting to feel his grip still there, imprinted, but it was just me. Just me, shaking alone in the darkness, wondering if that had really been just a dream—or if he somehow left a piece of himself behind.

...

The campus felt eerily quiet without Kitten and Marcus around. Usually, they'd be here laughing, dragging me along to some random corner of the school to mess around, or chatting endlessly about something they'd done or planned to do. Today, though, I sat alone in the courtyard, flipping through my notes, but the pages blurred together, snippets of formulas and history dates meaningless against the memory of that nightmare.

My fingers twitched as I recalled it—the feeling of being strangled, the intensity of his weight crushing the breath out of me. The feeling of helplessness as he opened me rib by rib. I could almost feel bruises on my throat. Every time I shut my eyes, it was as if he was there, still lurking in the shadows of my mind, his mocking laugh echoing as he taunted me with something I didn't understand.