The Complex

Distant Nightmares

The faded, grey mist seemed to sloppily conceal all of my thoughts, emotions, and even my sight; blinding me from nearly anything. Even that damned siren sounding nearby, seemed so very distant.. What the hell had happened? All that I could remember was the distinct sound of metal-against-metal, ear-piercing screams... Oh God, it's all clearing up. A loud ringing is still evident in my ears and I slowly manage to open my chocolate brown eyes, sending various, slow glances about the small, torn-up vehicle. As my gaze lands on the shattered windshield, I catch myself flinching in remembrance. H-Him...... yes, it was him. He was the reason why this happened. He was in the road. My brows slowly furrow as I fumble with my seat belt momentarily, before undoing it and managing to shakily scoot forward in my seat. "Mo-...Mom...?.." I choke out uncertainly, turning to gaze at my unconscious mother, whom was in the seat beside my own. Her face bore multiple small cuts and scrapes, though nothing too bad. However, I could already tell that some sort of horror awaited me in the driver's seat; blood was splattered across the remnants of the windshield, and it clearly wasn't my mother's or my own. So, I silently scoot up further and peak over the corner of the seat, breath hitching at the sight of the mangled, rotting corpse staring right back at me. "W-Who.......?!.."

WAKE UP.

The familiar voice of my master rings throughout my head as I jolt awake, sweat beaded at my forehead, pillow damp with said sweat as well as tears. "..Yes, sir......" I mutter nearly inaudibly and underneath my breath, before rising to my feet and wiggling my toes slightly at the feeling of the cool, wooden floor of my bedroom. Slowly, but surely, I begin to shuffle towards an average-sized wardrobe, throwing it's doors open once I reach it, then pulling my signature black turtleneck and jeans from it. I then pull everything on with little to no difficulty, before grabbing my hoodie and slipping it on over the turtleneck, as well as tugging on my bright orange goggles and mouthpiece. "Eh, screw showers, I'll be filthy today." I mumble, stretching out, then my neck cracking to the side uncontrollably. I pay no mind to this typical movement and open the door to my room, then step out and walk down the dull, dark hallway, towards the staircase.

A faint smile crosses my lips as a delectable smell fills my nostrils. "E.J. must be cooking today.." I murmur to myself quietly and make my way down the stairs, then into the dining room, hesitantly taking a seat at the long, wooden table in the center. Masky turned his head to the side in order to gaze at me, and raised a brow. "Hey, it took you long enough..." He mutters quietly, before heaving a deep, seemingly agitated sigh. A slow, faint frown crossed my lips. For as long as I could remember, all he'd ever been was either crestfallen or furious, and I've never known why. At least now he seemed to be far better from how he typically seemed. Hoodie, a strangely silent character whom appeared to be a close friend – or at least a partner of Masky's – was in the chair at his side, eyeing me extremely closely and leaning close to Masky as if murmuring to him underneath his breath. Well, some things never change, I guess.