The Groom needs a Bride (Eddie Gluskin x Waylon park)

Darling, oh dearest!

Waylon woke up and found himself chained onto a table, naked. A voice began to sing a familiar lyric "When I was a boy, my mother often said to me, get married son and see how happy you will be" He struggled and tried to get himself off the table but when he looked up he saw a masculine figure walking towards him. Still singing "I have looked all over but no girly can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind~" the voice... The appearance why is this so familiar to Waylon? Is this Mr Guskin? Is this the Groom? His thoughts were interrupted by a hand sliding down his thigh. He looked up to see a gorey but still handsome face. Their eyes met in complete silence. Waylon broke this and said in a raised voice tone "Where am I?! Who are you? Why am I he--" he was interrupted again this time with a finger placed on top of his mouth. "Questions, questions, questions," the man said " you're in my workshop, my name is Eddie Gluskin and you are here because of the operation, Darling" Waylon's pupils widen when he heard the name Eddie Gluskin. Gluskin was the patient in the underground lab who seemed to be scared with what would happen to him. He felt sorry for him. Waylon could have saved him. But didn't. He asked in a quiet tone "what operation?" Eddie slightly smirked, "the operation which makes you an honest woman my dearest!" Waylon couldn't believe his ears "what?? You sick fuck!! Let me go right now!!" His movements had a bit more punch this time when he broke his foot out of the chains. Waylon was relieved but Mr Gluskin wasn't so happy. Not with what he said, nor what he's doing. "Sick fuck? Oh, I'll show you" Gluskin said while taking the free leg from him and slowly but quite quickly shoved his knife into it causing Waylon to scream and whimper in agony. Tears burn in his eyes. Suddenly a variant tackled Gluskin away from Him, giving him a chance to escape. While the inmate was fighting with Gluskin, Waylon took the chance to break the rusty chains and get off the table. He rushed towards his clothes and his camcorder, took them and started to run. If you can call it that. With his limping leg it won't be easy "that son of a bitch" he mumbled to himself. After a while of limping around in the new area, he has found, Waylon heard a familiar voice "There you are! Darling come back to me!" No way he was going back to this creep. Waylon tried to run away, to catch some distance but sadly Gluskin was right behind him. A few wrong turns and dodging attacks, he lured himself into a seemingly dead-end with a broken window. Gluskin finds this amusing and quietly said "You have run out of places to go, Darling, I know you're not like the others" he got closer to Waylon "or are you just another whore?" Gluskin had his knife in his grasp, ready to stab him. There was no place to go... except. Waylon turned around and escaped through the window, leaving Gluskin speechless. "Argh!..." He whimpered in pain as he hit the floor like a piece of worthless meat. "You all want to leave me? Fine! Go! You and the rest of these ungrateful sluts!" this tone of Gluskin was making him shiver and even feel a little bit sorry for him. He shook his head in denial "No he deserves to be alone! such a maniac doesn't deserve love! not even from a rat!" he thought to himself even though he knew that there might be feelings for this maniac... It took him a while to stand up and fully be able to limp like he did upstairs. But what does he always say? the show must go on, so he got back into the building, thinking that this mess was over with this Gluskin, but little did he know...

This was only the beginning

(time skip to when he's at the door to the male warden ^-^)

Waylon found himself in front of a door with a map next to it. It seems like he's found a way out of here! His hand wriggled the doorknob. Locked. What a super surprise that he'd need a key to get out of this hell of area. Complaining doesn't help to get out of here so, move on Waylon. He jumped into a vent and crawled through it, with a horrifying surprise at the end. As soon as he got out of it a smell of rotten flesh, dust and copper filled his nose. When he turned around it revealed a gym with mutilated men hanging from the ceiling from their neck. The men hast sewn on Breasts and a ripped open stomach making Waylon's guts turn and make him gag. He couldn't handle this much of gore to hold it in. While falling onto his knees he emptied the content in his stomach. Just from smelling the scent of these poor corpses makes him gag once more. "Gluskin. You dirty son of a bitch" was floating around in his mind, while he stood up and wiped the rest of his puke out of his face. He must go on out of here. He must get to his wife. Lisa. Even if she wasn't happy with his new job at the asylum he'd still love her... Or does he? Waylon doesn't know anymore what he loves or not. He just wants to get out of there as quickly as possible. 

(another time skip cause I'm not so imaginative ples forgive me)

The key to the door was in his hands. Now he just has to get to the door. But something was wrong. Gluskin was nowhere to find. The iconic lyric of him wasn't playing in the halls anymore. Waylon kinda enjoyed it to play this cat and mouse game with him. Has he gotten crazy? Probably. Every step he got closer to the door made him relieved. Nothing can stop him now. He pushed the key into the keyhole and had a swift turn of his wrist when suddenly someone ripped him away from the door, making him fall onto the cold bloody floor. It wasn't anyone, it was Gluskin "You Filthy Slut! You're just like the others!" he yelled while pulling Waylon after him by his hair. Tears were burning in his eyes from the pain of his leg, and his head. "I try and try and what do you do? Betray me! You can hang with the rest of these unworthy whores!" Gluskin placed a noose around Waylon's neck and pulled a rope which brought him up towards the other rotting corpses. He gasped desperately for air but without success. "Heavier than you look. If this is you on the honeymoon, I'd hate to imagine our anniversary." Gluskin shouted when he got pulled more towards Waylon. He was moving around, struggling despairingly to get himself free. "Hold still. Goddamn it, what are you... Damn it, darling! No, you need to behave. Agh! No, no, no, no..." Gluskin shouted in an almost scared tone. And Waylon knew why. Gluskin got dragged up right into a sharp pipe, impaling him and making him scream in agony. Waylon got the rope away from his neck but instead everywhere else, holding up. Eddie took his hand and squeezed it tightly. Their eyes met. Waylon's eyes were worried about Gluskin. While Eddie's eyes were filled with sadness and pain.

"We... We could have b-been... beautiful.." were his last words... or were they?