"Christina ?!" ... but I'm not here, not in this room. That's pretty unexpected. Marilyn Manson stares in the face of a puppet, startled and surprised. It looks like him, like twins. Like his even younger self. 26 years old. A cord has been torn because of the opening of the door and the doll starts talking. "Hello Marilyn. When you hear this message, let the truth go hand in hand with you. You have failed. For the whole seven hours you have been deceived. You disregarded the rules of the game because you didn't run the tests to overcome your borderline disorder, you only played my games to save your love. But that wasn't the purpose of this project. You probably didn't listen properly. Christina is no longer here. She was moved to another house and I'm the only one who now knows where her whereabouts are. But there won't be enough time to find out where I am. When this message has expired, Marilyn, your life will be blown up along with this house. In 10 seconds a bomb will do its job." Marilyn screams, kicks the talking puppet in. The remaining seconds are counted down in the background. He's crying and banging his head against the door so hard that he has a concussion in seconds. "No!!! Why me!! Why her!!! No !!! I failed !!!" He falls on the floor, covers his face with his arms. "I'm sorry! I'm so incredibly goddamn fuckin' sorry! It's my fault that you are dying now! It's my fault that this is done to you! Everything here is my fault! I deserve to die! But if I die, let her live!!! No!!! Don't do that to her!! Oh god no!!! " Marilyn's voice is so pierced by his sobbing and crying that you wouldn't really understand the words he screams out in desperation. Even if you were to stand or sit right next to him
The voice still counts in the background:
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Trapped In Nowhere
HorrorA Saw fanfiction, but this time, Marilyn Manson is another Chosen victim. He must play the sick, questionable Games that were made by...who? Would you go through hell to save who you love?
