Sick Little Games

>>The Interview<<

     You woke up to a bright light shining in your face. With a grunt, you put your arm over your eyes to block the light. "Who is it..."

     "(Y/n)~ I'd like to ask you some questions!" You heard a strangely familiar voice call out. You opened your eyes and let them adjust to the light and he became more clear. You saw that it was Wilford, the man who was shouting at you, Chase, and Robbie before dinner. "Questions...? What time is it...?" You asked tiredly as you rubbed your eyes. "It happens to be..." Wilford checked the golden watch on his wrist for the time, "3:07 am!" Your eyes widened. "What?! Why did you wake me up so early...?"

     "Like I said before dear (y/n), I'd like to ask you some questions." He stated as a camera came closer to you with ring light shining right upon you and the strange pastel colored man. You saw a man with bloody bandages over his eyes standing behind the camera while there was a person next to him who held a stack of papers.

     "Host! Cue the cameras!" A red light popped up on the camera. "Author! Read!" Wilford said joyfully as he held up a microphone. All of a sudden, everything became dizzy and you blacked out. 

     Although you couldn't hear anything, you saw Wilford talking to you and The Author reading not notes from the pages he held. You noticed that you couldn't move your own body, but you could feel yourself talking; you had no idea what you were saying or what was going on, but it was starting to freak you out. It was The Author speaking, then Wilford, then The Author again, and instantly repeating.

     Your hearing came back and you yelled from surprise; everything was quiet and then Wilford's voice just boomed into your head. "More questions!" You grunted and rolled your eyes.

     "Can we just get this over with?" All of them glared at you, clearly insulted by your impatience. "One more question then..." Wilford sighed, "how do you feel towards Dark now that you've witnessed him murder  your very own mother, hmm?" He said as his mustache curled up with his menacing grin.

     Your eyes widened as your heart sank. You stayed silent as Wilford gestured his hand for you to give your answer. "Get out..." You mumbled. He wasn't able to hear your low voice, so he leaned in to hear better. "What was that?"

     "Get out!" You shouted with an unexpectedly loud and booming tone of voice. You'd never heard yourself speak in such way but dismissed it as you were too upset by the thoughts and memories of your mother; all the good times, the bad times, the last time...

     "You heard the girl! Reporting back to the doc!" Wilford said as the three of them, including lights and camera, disappeared in a cloud of pink and red smoke. You wondered why he said 'doc' and which 'doctor' he was meaning, but soon forgot about it and was clouded over by other thoughts. Once they were gone, the smoke started to come towards you and you didn't notice it much until you inhaled the sweet scent of bubblegum and...blood? It was metallic and had a certain kick to it that made it taste warm, despite the fact that it was just gas. Before you could move to cover your mouth and nose, you instantly passed out. This place is really strange but hopefully this didn't happen every night. You couldn't do much about it but just hope.

(A/N: I'm sorry this is so short but my next chapter is going to be really long and I thought this could be a chapter all on it's own, even though it's not exactly what was expected. Anywayssss, I'm working on the next chapter already. Hopefully I can get it out in the next week or so, it depends on how busy I am.

Bye bye~         Max.)