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Rue's POV
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The way the text is worded, and the way its just casually said as if it were from a friend makes this whole situation so much worse. Ruth got the same exact text from BEN. Shes sitting in the corner with an extremely unhappy sad/nervous look on her face, texting back. I'm sitting on the other side of the room. I have to do this by myself. I text back with shaking hands.
Me: Wouldn't you like to know?
EJ: yes, actually I WOULD
Me: you psycho...
EJ: tell me where you are
Me: why?
EJ: its important
Me: so you can kill me?
EJ: are you at your mansion
Me: Why do you care?
EJ: I need to know where you are
Me: and way is that
EJ: are you safe?
Me: ...what?
EJ: did you get hurt? Did anyone follow you home, do they know where you live?
Me: what.. No.. Why the fuck do you care?
EJ: good. Don't leave your house.
I stare at my phone in confusion. What the fuck is this? Why does he suddenly sound like a worried parent or something? I'm not so much scared anymore, but more unsettled and really, really confused. I shake my head in frustration, and get up to grab a soft drink from the fridge.
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Ruth's POV
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BEN: where are you?
Me: why does that matter?
BEN: tell me
Me: no.
BEN: tell me where you are
Me: why do you want to know?
BEN: I need to know where you are
Me: why
BEN: I need to know
Me: why do you need to know? Your part of a fucking game
BEN: are you so sure about that?
Me: not exactly after reading that
BEN: go upstairs
Me: what?
BEN: turn on your computer
BEN: boot the game up
Me: stop
BEN: don't play it
Me: ...what? Why..?
BEN: do whatever you usually do. Don't do anything with the game. Take a shower, change your clothes. Do whats normal for you.
Me: I don't understand.
BEN: do what a tell you.
I turn off my phone. I can't listen to this anymore, my head is going to explode. I get up, and start walking upstairs to the spare room I'm staying in. The only reason I'm doing this is because I'll be eaten away with curiosity and frustration if I don't. I do exactly what he did, leaving the game on the main screen. I sigh, and stare at the screen for a few seconds chewing my nails, before walking away into the small, clustered walk in closet I have my clothes stored in for the time, to change into something more comfortable. I unclip my bra, and pull a grey sweater on. Just as I'm pulling off my shorts, I hear a crackling noise noise, like interference on a TV, coming from my computer. I slip of my shorts, and pull on a small pair of black cupcake style shorts, as I do so I hear the crackling noise broken by a strange, quiet metal on metal scraping sound, then a soft, constant static. Creeped out and very confused, I grab my phone and turn around to walk out. I walk back to my laptop, and I feel a little uneasy as I stare at the plain static screen. "What the fuck.." I mutter, reaching to turn it off. "I hope its not broken." As I unplug it from the wall, I hear a quiet dripping sound. A wave of unease washes through me. I slowly stand up, and become aware of a presence behind me. Just before I can turn my head, one hand is placed over my mouth, and another grabs my shoulder. I thrash, and try to turn around to face my assailant. I succeed, and stumble backwards in shock. I'm met with a tall figure looking back down at me. He is the almost exact image of Link.
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A Little Bit Of Hell
FanfictionWe can still hear the banging and crashing, causing the closet to shake and tremble. "Get the fuck out, you fucking sluts!" He screams again, smashing what sounds like a window, or maybe the mirror. Whoever the fuck is out there is making so much no...