Emo Trinity x Reader

Mikey Way x Reader - Haunted House Encounter

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Warnings: fake-blood, -gore and -intestines and stuff like that
Word count: 2110
A/N: I've never been to a haunted house since we don't have these around here, so it might be completely wrong what I've written, but I hope you enjoy it anyway

You groaned and huffed as you pulled yourself over the earthy ground of the old basement. You felt your shirt sticking to the floor, adding to the friction and making moving forward even harder.

"Just one more meter," you told yourself, letting out another bone-shattering groan.

You reached forward and you hand landed on the soft material of what felt like a shoe. The person, who this shoe belonged to, screeched in terror and jumped away from you.

You had to hold in a giggle at that reaction since it had been exactly what you had aimed for.

Just in that moment the wooden door to the small basement room jumped open and released the small group of visitors from the approaching group of zombies. As soon as the last person had left the room, the door closed again and you stood up, throwing a glance into the dimly lit room around you. The three other actors who brought the basement of the haunted house to life, had also gotten up and were on their way back to their hiding place from which they would creep out as soon as the next group was trapped in here.

You saw that John, the young man to your left, was having trouble with his make-up. With all the plastic prosthetics he was wearing, it looked like his face had molten and his right eye was hanging in the middle of his cheek. Unluckily this eye seemed to have had other plans tonight since it continued falling off. Marcy to your left was already hiding under the brown blanket that made it look like she was nothing more than a small pile of earth. You turned to find Christa, but the short girl was already well hidden in the hole in the wall from where she would climb out later. Deciding that it was time to go back into hiding yourself, you climbed over the metal bucket you would crawl past later on, and crouched behind a few sacks that were labeled 'potatoes'. You felt a few drops of fake blood dripple from the scarily realistic, gushing wound that ran from your forehead over your eye to your cheek, but resisted the urge of wiping it away. A zombie probably would not care about a few drops of blood. You looked down your white, Victorian style nightgown, and noticed that a few more dirt stains had joined the already existing ones, but that was alright, considering you were playing a murder victim that had been buried in a basement. You checked to see if the bloodstained hole in the fabric was well visible, the one that made it look like your heart had been ripped out, and then settled back against the cool, earthy wall, patiently waiting for your next victims to enter the basement.

It did not take long until the wooden door opened again, and a few people climbed down the short staircase. As soon as everyone was inside, the door slammed shut, making a girl of the group scream. You waited a few moments, allowing the visitors' eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. You were not sure how many people exactly were inside, but you heard shuffling of feet and quiet whispering. When Marcy to your left started groaning and you saw Christa emerge from the hole in the wall, you also got up, and slowly stumbled forward.

You were aiming for the girl that had screamed when the doors had closed, knowing that if you reached her, she would step backwards and allow you enough space to fall to the floor from where you could easily crawl around the room and grab someone by the ankle as you had done before.

Your plan was short lived though, because you had barely made two slow, dragging steps, when you bumped into someone you had not seen earlier on. The person hummed in surprise and you, not very stable on your feet anyway from the whole 'I'm a zombie and can't walk properly' act, lost your balance and fell.