Darkened Hearts (A Creepypasta FanFiction)

Chapter Five: Shizz Gets Real

No! Rogue.... I sent a wave of electricity at Jon, dazing him for a moment.

         "Hang in there, Rogue!" I cry out, picking up Rogue. Rogue I'm so sorry. Please don't die on me....

         "SLENDER!!! TAKE US BACK!!!" I yell, hoping Slender can hear me.

         "I hear you loud and clear, BEN. I'm sending you back now." Slender told me in my mind.

         Once back at the mansion, I sprinted up the stairs, panic giving me wings. I felt like I was drowning again, except I'm not the one who's dying this time.

         My green tunic was tainted black with Rogue's blood.

         *Short Jeff's POV*

         As Izzy, Smile and I headed back down the stairs to the kitchen we saw a flash of green oozing black run up the stairs.

         "STAY WITH ME, ROOOOOGUUUE!!!" BEN's voice yelled.

         What happened to Rogue?

         *BEN's POV, again, Slendy's Office*

         "S-SLEEEEEENDYYYYYYY! HELLLLLPPPPP!!!!! ROOOOOGGUUUUUE NEEDS-S HEEEEEELLLLLP!" I shouted, Rogue shivers uncontrollably in my arms.

         Slendy looks shocked, flush covering his featureless face, "Amelia.... BEN, give Rogue to me. Only Doctor Smiley and the Nurse ANN can save her now."

         I handed Rogue's limp body to Slendy, "A-Amelia?"

         Slender looked at me and nodded, "It's her real name. Amelia... We must act with haste, come BEN."

         Why do I feel like this is my fault? If... Amelia... dies, will Slender blame me? I should have intervened. I don't know how I'd live with myself, she is my best friend.

         Slender looks at me, "Don't feel guilty, BEN. No one could have seen this coming, not even me..."

         I sigh, maybe Slender is right.

         *Rogue's POV, Dream-State*

         I walked along the hall full of doors, each leading to a different memory, echoes of each memory flowing from under each door.

         "I HATE YOU, ROGUE! I WISH YOU WERE SHOT WITH YOUR MOTHER!" BEN's voice echoed, louder than the others.

         I whimpered, BEN was probably laughing right now, seeing me dying in the Irish bar.

         I paused at the door marked with three numbers: 8-8-08, sounds from a Legend of Zelda game played from within.

         I opened the door, seeing a fourteen-year-old me, playing a GameCube. Legend of Zelda was on the TV screen. I stepped in the room; I heard the door close behind me. My younger self turned around and quivered with fear. I turned around and saw Jon. He had a belt in his hands.

         "Please, don't hurt me!! Plea-" My younger self's plea was cut off by Jon slapping my face. My younger self whimpered.

         "Oh, shut up, you fish*. I am sick of you!" Jon whipped out a gun, placing it at my forehead, and cocked the barrel.I remembered the fear I felt then. I didn't want to relive my mother's death, so I ran out the door marked '8-8-08'.

         "N-No!" I sobbed against the door. "S-Screw this crap..." I wiped my shadow tears away.