The Figure: A Rhett and Link Horror Story

A Dream's Aftermath

Wednesday, March 7th, 2018
   It was now 6:00 in the morning... but the boys didn't know that. Rhett had been staring at sleeping Link for the past couple of hours, worried.

   Link's eyes flashed open, and he gasped. His shoulder was in so much pain. Link's urgent wake-up made Rhett jump a little bit. "Are you okay?" He whispered; concerned. Link skeptically looked around. "Where is he? H-he got m-me! W-where is h-he?" Link asked.

   Rhett placed his hand on Link's shoulder, trying to get him to calm down a little. Link winced in pain. Rhett took his hand away. "Dude, what are you saying?" Rhett urgently whispered. Link looked over at Rhett in the pitch-black darkness, panic-stricken.

"That... that figure... it was in my dream.... dream? Was it a dream? W-w-where... where is he... he's here... I think he's here..." Link started off talking directly to Rhett, and then started mumbling to himself. He rocked back and forth, hugging his knees close to him. Rhett slowly crawled over to Link. Now, he was sitting right across from him. Rhett was scared for Link. And for himself.

   "A-are you okay?" Rhett asked again, a little slower this time. Link looked up at him, hugging his knees even tighter and still rocking back and forth. Rhett saw him mouth the word "no" to him multiple times. "He's coming" Rhett ever so slightly whispered.

   There were no footsteps. But somehow it seemed like Rhett knew. Link sighed and buried his head in his knees. He stopped rocking.

   A spontaneous strong wind gushed into the room and knocked them both over. Link's head came in really hard contact with the rough cement floor. He wasn't completely unconscious, but he wasn't completely in the moment, either. He grunted. Apparently there were chairs in the room, but it was so dark that they weren't visible. The wind started blowing them around. There were at least three of them. Rhett put his hands over his head to try to keep from getting sucker punched in the head by a chair. He definitely didn't get hit in the head, so that worked. But, his hands were big, obvious targets. He looked up to see if the chairs were still being blown around. His hands came off of his head and he put them on the floor. Out of nowhere, a chair came, barely missing his head, but nailing him straight in his right wrist.

He screeched in pain. "Gah!" He exclaimed. He picked his shattered wrist up with his other hand. The wind stopped. All was quiet. "I need a nap... let's talk about that! Good Mystically Morning!" Link said, not right in the mind. Now Rhett was really concerned. Link couldn't even remember the name of the show that they'd done for so long. Rhett cocked his head. Hey, he thought, this could be a good episode for Good MYTHICAL Morning. He quickly decided that that wasn't important at the moment. Link was lying on the ground, barely conscious. Rhett's wrist was shattered. Chairs were sprawled out everywhere.

   But... Rhett could make out a dim light. It had just flickered on, and didn't burn out. It was hanging at the top of the room. Now he could see. Link had a big gash where his right temple was. "Oh no." Rhett mumbled. The temple is right behind your eye, and is one of the worst places to get hit by something. Link had one eye closed, and the other barely open. "You know w-what ti.... time it... it is", he grunted. He squinted at Rhett with one eye. Then, he fell limp and closed the eye that was still open.

Rhett looked at him for a few minutes. He kept shaking his head. Link seemed to be fine. Maybe not for long, Rhett thought. He looked down at his wrist. Worse than he thought. It was disfigured, purple, and really swollen. He looked down at his knees, which were both skinned up badly through his jeans. He looked around. The chairs were broken, and, besides the light, they seemed to be the only other things in the room.... the only other things besides the tall, dark silhouette that he noticed at the opposite side of the room.