some games aren't meant to be played. (Yandere Jumanji x reader)

Drums

                                                                                             1969

(No one's pov) 

"all yours Alan" a traffic guard said to a young boy who smiled and replied with a "Thanks Bill".

He smiled, passing the statue of Angus Parrish, what he didn't notice was Billy Jessup and his gang were waiting for him. They quickly followed after him. "Prepare to die Perrish!" Billy exclaimed, peddling faster as Alan looked behind him as he speed up as well, heading for his father's factory. 

He got there quickly and jumped off his bike as Billy stood there "You can't always run to dad! we'll be waiting!" he shouted as Alan ran inside.

walking in, he looked around at everyone who was making shoes, his father owned one of the best shoe making factories in new England. "Hey Alan, my man" A black man said, walking up to the boy as he smiled. "Hey Carl" Alan said, although not with the same enthusiasm as his friend. "oh, check these out" Carl said walking over to his work desk "what is it?" Alan asked, curiosity filling his mind. "these" Carl said, pulling some white and blue sneakers out of a box, he seemed really proud of himself. "I'm going to show your old man these later, and I guarantee you that in every house in America, will have a pair of these." Alan picked them up and looked them over as he heard his father's voice. He turned around, accidentally placing Carl's hard work on the conveyor belt.

"Alan? What are you doing here? I've told you before, this is not a playground" His father, Samuel Perrish, was quiet strict about his son playing around in a factory where anything could happen, not that he would admit that. "Dad?" Alan asked as he took one glance out the window. Sure enough, Jessup's gang was still there, circling around like a group of sharks waiting for their prey to come close. he inwardly gulped before looking back at his dad "Can I have a ride home?" 

Samuel was confused, but then he sighed. "Is this about Billy again? Alan, you have to keep your chin up, you're a man" he said as Carl looked out the the window, trying to see what was wrong. "Now Carl what did you want to show me?" "ah yes! one second it's right over here" he said

Alan felt himself become angry for a moment at his father, before sad. He nodded as he walked out, not noticing the shoe was being pulled into the machine, but by the time he turned around, it was to late, his father pulled the now ruined shoe out of the machinery. "Who on  earth is responsible for this?" he asked, his voice wasn't loud, but you could tell from a mile away that he was in fact mad. Carl looked at the shoe with a crushed look and then at Alan. Both of them looked at each other before Alan turned his head and just walked away, leaving Carl to explain this. "I-I..I did sir" Carl said, knowing nothing good would come of it.

Outside, Alan was immediately faced by the bullies. "Think just because you're a perish, you can hit on my girlfriend?" Billy said as Alan glared "we're just friends." Billy chuckled "not anymore..GET HIM!" he yelled as Alan just stood there, trying to do what his father said.

Once they were satisfied they ran off, one kid also taking Alan's bike. Alan glared and wiped his mouth. "JERKS!" He grumbled as he went to walk home when he heard something

it sounded like drums. He looked around confused before he began following it. He walked into a construction work zone, looking around as the thumping got louder and louder. When he reached a dirt wall, it stopped. His curiosity was at it's peak, and so he began to dig.