Outlast self insertion

Chapter 8

We were in the sewer again! Thankfully we weren't in there long. But then, it turns out that we were still in the sewers and we had to go to the female ward. As DJ and I walked to the female ward, a body had dropped.

"What?!" I screamed like JonTron. "WHAT THE FUCK!" We advanced to the female ward, but the door leading to there was locked. What's the deal with everything being locked?  We had to find another key or a security card to get past the door. There were mutilated bodies in the sewer, but that didn't disturb me that much because there was blood and bodies everywhere. 

We had to crawl into a really tight sewer hole. I wasn't claustrophobic, but it had hurt going through the sewer hole. Thankfully, I got to see DJ's thiccness (DJ, please don't be mad at me. *blushes a little bit*).

When we got out, we had to tread through more water, but thankfully we got out. But we had to enter the sewers again OH MY GOD!!! SO DAMN TEDIOUS!!!! Then we needed to get to the ground floor of the male ward. TOO FREAKIN TEDIOUS!!!! MY GOD!!!!  Then we got chased by the naked twins again. And when we left, the naked twins tried to flank us. 

After leaving the rooms, we just ran and jumped like our lives depended on it. And which it did. We ran into a room where there was a big dumbwaiter that could carry the both of us.

"Get in if you don't wanna die a slow and painful death!" The person spoke. We immediately and got away from the naked twins. But sadly, we were in for a bitter surprise.

"You made the right choice," the person said as he punched us to the ground. We got knocked out and when we woke up, he strapped us in wheelchairs. 

"Listen man," I tried to reason with the Variant. "My friend and I have been through a lot of shit. Let us go and I will give you $10000 from my bank account."

"I don't do bribes buddy," the Variant replied. "But I like your request." DJ just held his head down and frowned in silence. We went up an elevator and the Variant pulled us out of it. We then ended up in a room with a lot of blood in it. "Here we are."

DJ and I struggled in a vain attempt to get free.

"Father Martin and Daniel are fucking crazy," the Variant spoke casually. "They're always talking about their weird-ass gospel and shit. That shit drives me fucking crazy. But I mean no offense to him." As the Variant kept talking, he kept pulling out some medical tools. But I doubt that those were gonna help us. "But when people get scared, they turned to God because He died with the golden standard. Basically, I'm gonna make you believe."

He walked over to the moveable table and he grabbed a pair of uncomfortably large scissors. He then walked over to me.

"What are doing?" DJ asked in a worried tone. Then, the Variant cut my ring finger off. I felt the scissors cutting through my bones like paper. It was painful and bloody.

"GOD FUCK DAMMIT THAT FUCKING HURTS!!!!!!!!" I cried in pain. I kept groaning and moaning loudly in pain. The Variant then walked over to DJ.

"Don't you dare," DJ scowled. But then the Variant cut DJ's ring finger. But for some reason, he decided to cut off DJ's 2nd ring finger. Seeing the Variant cut off my friend's fingers made me infuriated. I'm pretty sure that DJ felt the same way. When the Variant left, we broke out of our restraints. 

"God fuck," I cursed under my breath. "That bitch cut my fingers off!"

"I know," DJ replied. "He cut off both of my fingers!"

"Are you ok?" I asked in a worried tone.

"Never mind about me," DJ replied. "I failed to protect from harm. Our fingers got cut off because of me!"

"Dude! It wasn't any of our faults that our fingers got caught off." Then I paused for a minute and calmed down. "If it is any consultation... you saved me from the clutches of death many times and comforted me when we hid in the lockers. Thank you so much for that." DJ didn't expect me to say that. He stood silent which was probably his way of saying your welcome. "Let's fucking leave," I said. DJ just nodded as we left the bloody room.