The Anonymous (fanfic)

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"Keep quiet." The short masked dude mocked me. "If you wiggle too much, I might mistake you for a worm and actually crush you under my feet."

As he turned around to look at me, that weird mask on his face sent chills down my spine. It oddly felt like his own face, that moustache and little beard menacingly staring at me. The shorter guy was sitting on the passenger seat of the car making fun of me while the taller one, who didn't speak a word this entire time, ignored us and kept driving.

We were going down some sketchy road and I had no idea where we were. There were trees lining on either side of this small road. The way the trees were lined up made it seem like they were the entrance to the hell, intimidating and daring anyone to enter. So that meant I couldn't even somehow fight these weirdos and escape there. Especially not whe the evening darkness was setting in making everything look twice as scary than it was.

I was curled up in the backseat, with my arms and legs tied together and a ball of cloth stuffed inside my mouth. I tried to spit it out to throw some insults at these men but it only resulted in me moaning and groaning like I was having some bomb sex. So to prevent any nasty thoughts from arriving in their heads, I kept quiet.

I had no idea who they were. I had no idea where or why they were taking me. I was literally on my way to go home after a blissful one night stand and planning to continue writing my book when these hoodlums appeared out of nowhere and kidnapped me.

I glared at the shorter man with full force, directing every ounce of hate in my body towards him. Probably sensing my stare, he gave a low chuckle. "Your glare is kinda cute. My heart goes uwu."

He turned to look at me through those peepholes of his mask. Advancing his hands towards me, he took the cloth out of my mouth. I coughed several times and even threw my spit on the car floor, giving him a smirk after that. It felt like he looked disgusted beneath that mask. I was satisfied.

"You are a little bitch who lost to me." I rasped my, my voice literally glitching as it came out of my throat.

He cocked his head. "You are a good fighter and you definitely caught me off guard I will give you that. But where did you learn such fighting?"

"Why the fuck do you think I will tell you that? If only Mr. Slendy wasn't present there, I had almost whooshed outta there."

His eyes looked amused. "Slendy?" He turned to the tall masked one driving and he started snorting and laughing while pointing at him. "She called you Slendy bro. I don't know why this is so funny."

The tall one just completely ignored his existence.

"Who are you all? And why are you taking me? Are you going to murder me?" I asked, my voice shaking at the thought of my oncoming death.

When Shorty actually stopped laughing and caught his breath, he said, "First two questions' answer is 'can't tell' and the last one's is 'yes'. Technically not by me because I am a good, God's boy but definitely by him."

"Him? That slender man looking man?"

"Nah he is only for torturing people. The other one. The scarier one. The actual psycho one."

I didn't know how to feel after him saying that I wouldn't be killed by someone who tortured people but would be murdered by someone even more messed up. Needless to say, I was super close to shitting my pants.

"So is the psycho one your boss?" I asked, trying to sound bold and non chalant even when I knew my face was as white as a ghost.

"Not only ours, but he's the boss of the whole organization. He controls everything. We are just mere puppets."

"Organization? So is that mask some kind of designated symbol?"

"Yes our organization is-"

A loud cough interrupted him and I saw the tall man turning his head and giving Shorty a dead stare. Shorty himself let out a small, nervous cough.

"What? Go on."

"Times up, fighter. Now the ball coming in your mouth." And with that, he stuffed the ball of cloth in my mouth even admist my loud whinings and protests.

After hours of no conversation and complete silence, I got bored and fell asleep. Not only that but the fear in me was rising and the last thing I wanted was to look like a scaredy shaking cat in front of the big lunatic dude.

With a wild jerk, I woke up from my sleep. I blinked a little to make my vision clear. But when I fully comprehended what was in front of me, my eyes turned as big as saucers.

The gate in front of me was ginormous. The tall man was talking with some other man before they nodded and the gate slowly opened with a screech. The walls surrounding the gate were almost eight feet tall with wired ends. Behind that I could see a huge, looming dark estate peeking at me.

I was literally getting inside a prison.

That's when my flight or fight mode turned on. I tried to get up, wiggling like anything, letting out weird 'mmhs'. Shorty gave a little glance at me before turning back and looking at the front.

The moment they entered through the gates, their entire demeanor changed. The air in the atmosphere turned colder. The tall one even seemed more distant than before and Shorty sat straighter, a hostile energy surrounding him.

Tears pricked at the end of my eyes but the last thing I wanted to do was cry like a helpless little damsel.

But that's exactly what I was right now. Helpless. The place that I had come to, the people around me and that final boss I was going to be dumped to all just suggested one thing...

I am dead meat.

And probably nobody would know where my body went.

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AAH HI GUYS SO PLS DO TELL ME HOWS THE STORY GOING SO FAR. THE MAIN ANONYMOUS PAPI COMIN' SOON. HES FUCKING HOT I ASSURE YOU ALL.

anyways I might even include riot, tank, scales and alpha. they all hotties.

so shit IS ABOUTTA GO DOWN