Namjoon perked up, and glanced around frantically. There was whistling coming from somewhere near the pitch black room, a tune that seemed to be reminiscent of their past of happier times.
Times where life wasn't filled with this kind of heart ache, this kind of pain. But now wasn't the time to dwell on the past.
Now it's time for survival.
Stepping out of the darkness and into the patch of ominous yellow light, the owner of the whistling emerged. He wore a dreadfully terrifying mask, that somehow resembled a bunny.
There was blood sprayed across the sides of the mask; old, dried blood.
Who's that? Namjoon wondered, part of him not wanting to know the answer.
Suddenly, a small, faint shriek of initial terror was heard. Namjoon looked around, and saw the shriek belonged to Seokjin, who was tied up in a chair next to him.
Seokjin attempted to free his arms, to no prevail. He began to breath heavily, panic consuming him like the darkness of the room.
"Who are you? Why are we here?"
Namjoon called out to the masked man eagerly.
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Fanfictiondisclaimer: i wrote this when i was 13 so proceed with caution Jimin was cut off by the knife pluming into his stomach. Jungkook twisted the knife around a bit, bashing open an even bigger hole. Then, he pulled out the knife in such a way where it...
