Behind The Seams

Escape!

Here's an image of Stitches! Enjoy her cuteness!

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"Seams, huh? I think that's a great name!" Stitches said with enthusiasm. "I forgot to ask, but what age are you?"

"Oh, I'm 15!" 'Seams' said, glad to seemingly have a good friend.

"Great, then once we're out of here, will you be my big sister? I'm only 7!" Stitches said with a bright smile.

".....HUH?! B-but you look and act like you're at least 9! And 'once we're out of here'?! Do you mean you have an escape plan?! And another thing-!"

"Calm down or the guards will hear! First of all, I learned to act as formally as I do from the guards forcing me to speak that way to them. I've always looked this way and have no explanation as to why. Second of all, yes, I do have an escape plan, but it requires both of us. Now, are you in or not?" Stitches said quickly and quietly, hoping to goodness the guards wouldn't show up after Seams' outburst.

Seams took a few seconds to recover from how shooketh she was, but then smiled mischievously. "You know it... little sis'"

"*Earsplitting squee of happiness* Yes!!! I have a big sister!!!"

"Hey, weren't you the one who said to keep it down?!"

"Whoops! Sorry! Hehe"

*Time skip brought to you by the fluffiest dragon you'll ever see*

The guards arrived for their daily stitching practice. They removed Stitches from her cell, chained her to a metal table in the same room, and left to get their supplies. 'Good. They'll be gone for at least 5 minutes.' Stitches thought.

About 30 seconds after the guards left the room, the plan was put into motion.

Using the small scalpel she had found in the first aid kit, Stitches picked the lock to her chains and slowly placed them down so as not to make any noise. She then proceeded over to Seams' locked cell, picking the lock just as quickly, allowing Seams to escape. They proceeded through the door of the prisoners' room cautiously, until they heard footsteps moving toward their position. 'Exactly as we planned'

Seams quickly hid in the nearby closet, finding a circular saw hidden in the area, while Stitches stayed outside. The guard quickly noticed Stitches, and picked her up, bringing her back to the table. "You'll be punished for this little stunt, kid." The rest of the guards soon returned with their stitching supplies.

They were preparing to make a cut when Seams jumped out from the closet, rushing into the room and revving the circular saw. "TIME TO SEE WHAT'S UNDER YOUR SEAMS!!!" She screeched, laughing like a maniac. She then proceeded to dismember each of them as they screamed in agony and terror, frozen and unable to do anything. Blood spilled all over the cobblestone flooring, dying it a deep shade of red. Seams sawed away until there was nothing left of the guards but small squares of meat and bone, sliced entrails littering the floor.

Stitches looked on, unfazed whatsoever. All she felt was empathy. Even though they were her torturers, she still felt this to be wrong. 'Oh well. At least they can't hurt anyone else now. Still, that was kind of brutal...'

Seams grabbed the keys to the chain lock, freed Stitches, and together they quickly fled out of the prison. The nearest area to hide was the forest behind the prison building, so they quickly ran in...

A/N: IMPORTANT TO THE STORY!

Ok, so I know about the whole "Proxy" thing that's going on in the creepypasta area. My question to you all is: Should Seams and Stitches join? I have this story on quotev and it is complete with the proxy ending, but I wanted my readers here to decide how this version of the story should end. Btw, you can check out my quotev through the link on my profile! Anywho, have a great day, Little Dragons! ^^