Happy Birthday, Bitch. {Creepypasta OC}

Chapter 8

I wake up, only to be met with disappointment as it was dark. I tried to get up but I was strapped down in a bed. I thrashed around violently and screamed random things until I heard someone opening the door and walking in before closing the door again. I bet it was that grinny fucker I met earlier. What a sicko.

I was almost blinded when the person who walked in turned the lights on. I flinched and blinked a few times before looking at whoever walked in. Mask dude who I kicked earlier. Oh yay.

He just stood there and stared at me, as if he was waiting for something. It suddenly clicked as I burst out laughing until tears brimmed my eyes.

"Y-You want me to apologise right? That's a good joke, now let me go." I said darkly. He continued to stand there before pulling out a scalpel. My eyes widened as he drew closer to me and I struggled against the restraints more.

"W-Woah stop that, will you? I'll  apologise if that's what you wa- ah!" I screamed in pain and he stabbed me in the side, not hitting any organs.

"I don't want you to apologise. I want you to shut up." He hissed harshly. I stared into his empty sockets of his mask and kept quiet. I let out a slight whimper as he removed the scalpel before stitching my wound, which was even more painful.

When he stopped, he undid my restraints, telling me not to try anything or I would be killed immediately. I didn't try anything.

We sat there for ages, not saying a thing but all I could focus on was the pink banana in the corner of the room.

"Hey dude," I said as I pointed to the banana, "why is there a pink banana in here?" He looked confused and looked at the corner before shaking his head and writing something down. Hallucinations. Well gee, thanks.

We sat there for some more time before he got up and left. Why the hell am I here and what is this place?!