Chapter Text
TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing (ofc), threats, mentions of puking, mentions of blood, panic and anxiety attacks
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The dream has been repeating over and over again - it was watching me...that creature.
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You suddenly open your eyes, shooting up to sit straight. You were in a weird hospital-like room.
Baffled and drenched in cold sweat, you took a couple of moments to take in where you were. You slowly shifted your gaze around, noticing that the room you were in seemed old but properly cleaned. All kinds of medication was neatly stacked on top of old shelves. There was a big window next to the bed you were sitting on.
Taking a close-up look at the window you noticed a couple of scratches scattered over the glass and...something dark.
Wait, this was a reflection. A reflection of something blue behind you.
You immediately turned around, and to your horror you saw a creature standing still in front of you, not moving an inch.
It actually seemed like a person, who wore an eerie blue mask with holes which bled black, representing something like eyes. Wearing all black and standing somewhat tall, he gave off a frightening presence.
You tried keeping still and controlling your breathing as good as possible but not knowing his intentions made it quite difficult.
Beforehand, you had noticed that a moving table with tools such as surgical scalpels stood next to your bed so you took the opportunity to slowly reach out your shaky hand to grab one of them, constantly keeping eye contact with whatever stood in front of you.
It was for a split second that you shifted your gaze off of him, and the table was suddenly gone under his sudden push.
"Don't even think about it." he spoke up sternly.
It was a masculine voice speaking - this was a man, but he moved as quick as an animal. How could he possibly move so swiftly?
You silently trembled in your seat, not knowing how to react. You didn't know if he would be violent or not.
He just continued staring at you passively. You couldn't imagine his expression because of the mask covering his face. He seemed like he had been waiting for you to say something, but you weren't sure.
"Why have I been kidnapped?" you put on a confident mask, trying not to appear frightened, but it didn't seem to work.
He seemed to ignore your question, walking to the shelves slowly and going through all kinds of medicine.
"W-why do you need me for? Where am I?" you gave up trying to act brave, whispering in a cracking voice. You felt the need to whisper since you were surrounded by nothing but silence.
He picked up a small white box, oppening it up and popping out a white pill.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked while approaching your bed.
"Wait...my legs. Right, I ran into glass a couple of...wait - when did it happen again? How long have I been out for?" you thought to yourself, quite frightened. It must have been a couple of days since your feet didn't hurt anymore.
You shook your head at the man. He just stared at you for a couple of seconds and proceeded to throw away the pill, coming back to you and kneeling down, reaching out for your legs which were hanging off the bed.
You immediately flinched back, not wanting him touching you anywhere, even if it were your feet.
It was enough for him to look up to notice that he was losing patience with you.
He grabbed your leg, and this time you silently allowed him to.
He slowly unwrapped the bandages around your feet - one leg then the other. His fingers brushed against your skin which sent shivers down your spine. He was so cold. Inhumanly cold.
"f*ck! LET ME GO!" you heard muffled yelling outside. It was a familiar voice.
"Well, Y/N, at least we're together in this sh*t." something clicked inside your brain. It was Liam's voice yelling.
"Liam!" you shouted out and sprang up from your bed, attempting to run for the door.
Suddenly some force pulled you back by your shoulder aggressively. You gasped and turned around.
"Don't. Scream." the man said slowly in a threatening voice.
In shock, you stared at him then lowered your gaze to see that he had been holding a scalpel in his other hand.
Your heart started beating erratically as tears welled up in your eyes.
Loud knocking could be heard outside and suddenly the door was wide open.
Both of you looked towards a man who entered the room.
He looked more...human compared to the guy threatening you - or at least you thought. The first thing you noticed about him was his mouth guard and orange goggles covering his face almost completely. Were these guys in some kind of a gang? They definitely had a thing for masks.
He looked between you two, shifting his gaze from the blue-masked guy to your scared-sh*tless face.
He almost bursted out laughing at the sight.
"EJ, you already got your hands on her!?"
he laughed out, making an odd twitching movement.
You didn't know what to think. Who were these people? Were they going to torture you? So many questions welled up in your brain.
The man who was referred to as "EJ" let go of your shoulder and put the weapon away. You accidentally let a tear run down your face as he slowly walked away, deciding to rummage through some boxes.
"She's all yours." EJ exclaimed, not even looking at his direction.
"Great, c-come on." he looked at you and made a gesture with his head to follow him. You'd rather not refuse, as you noticed that he had two hatchets hanging from the sides of his belt.
You took one last look between them, trying to figure out if they had been planning anything, before cautiously walking towards the guy with goggles.
He turned around, expecting you to follow him, which you actually did. You thought that putting up a fight with these guys was far from smart.
You suddenly remembered Liam. What if they have done something to him?
"Is Liam okay..?" you asked him quietly.
"I can't promise you that one...he got on Hoodie's nerves! P-probably had sh*t beaten out of him." he cackled a little.
You swallowed a rock and kept quiet. You were unbelievably scared.
It was hard to read him or expect his next move. You wondered if he had any problems, as his body would twitch from time to time.
You walked down a hallway in silence. Looking around, you couldn't really figure out if there were any exit doors around.
"Why do you keep us around he-..."
"WILL YOU f*ckING SHUT UP?" he cut you off and turned around, shouting at you.
You covered your mouth with your hand in shock, nodding at him and letting out a sob.
You couldn't believe this. His mood shifted completely in a matter of seconds.
He turned around and proceeded to continue walking forward. Both of you stayed silent, the only source of sound being your occasional sobs or the man's finger-cracking.
Passing through the seemingly endless halls, you started noticing doors which had name tags on them, or certain decorations.
Suddenly, the man stopped in front of a room. He twisted the knob silently, opening the door to show you a room.
"You'll be staying here." he said in a normal tone, like he hadn't exploded at you a moment ago.
You looked at him, towards the room, and back at him again. You were unsure of what your next move was going to be.
He stared at you in silence for a couple of seconds, before losing patience and giving you a light push, locking the door behind you.
You were left with yourself only to crumble up in this room.
You immediately looked around the place - no windows. Great.
Quickly moving around, like you had time ticking off, you rummaged through some old drawers, only managing to find some clothes. Next to you was a bathroom, smaller than you had ever seen.
You searched the bathroom for something useful, but nothing was of use.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you almost couldn't recognize your own reflection. You felt so dirty.
It may not have been the perfect time to...actually it was the perfect time to. They could come for you soon. This could be the last chance to clean yourself from all of this dirt.
You took off the clothes you have been wearing for days. So occupied with everything, you haven't noticed that you had been wearing ripped clothes, stained with blood and sweat all this time. You suddenly felt sick.
You collapsed to the floor, reaching for the toilet to vomit - but nothing came out.
You could feel blood flowing to your face and tears welling up in your eyes. Quickly, you took off your clothes and threw them away into the trash bin, stepping into the shower as fast as you could.
Turning on the shower, you made the water as hot as you could bear, wanting to feel every single one of your pores cleansed out.
Your mind was overwhelmed - so many thoughts filled your brain to the point that you didn't process a single one fully.
Minutes and minutes passed...you wanted this to last forever, but you were afraid of someone suddenly entering. They had the keys.
You quickly ran out of the shower, steam leaving alongside you. You reached for a towel and wrapped it around your body. You forgot to bring clean clothes with you.
You stuck your head out of the bathroom, making sure to check in case someone was outside. You proceeded to head out cautiously, going for the drawer you had gone through before.
Suddenly, something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. You looked up to see nothing less than a flickering camera, aimed right at you.
You started panicking at the sight and quickly picked out something from the drawer, sprinting back to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.
Before changing, you checked around the bathroom for more cameras, and to your luck, there weren't any to be seen.
You hurriedly put on a cropped-top and loose pants. It wasn't something you would usually wear, but it was definitely better than nothing.
Trembling, you slid down the door and sat on the cold tiles, not knowing what next. It was indeed TOO much. Too much to even comprehend. You wanted out of this place as soon as possible - right this moment.
You punch the door behind you out of frustration, grasping your hair with both of your hands and expecting to magically stimulate your brain into making something up.
You wondered how many times you cried today. Should've counted.
One more.
You were letting it all out, audibly crying out and sobbing. This was for everything you had been holding in.
Curling up into a ball, you hugged yourself for comfort.
"Mom...dad...why did you leave me?" you whispered to yourself, not really expecting them to hear.
It was hard to breathe, your throat felt like it had been stuffed with barbed wire.
You were hyperventilating, but too possessed by anger, fear and confusion you weren't even aware of it. You stood up, sending the door flying open.
Angrily walking up to the camera, you screamed at it: "YOU'RE ALL f*ckING CRUEL! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!"
You stood there in silence, catching your breath and looking straight at the camera while your anger slowly faded away.
Before sadness could get to you, you heard a loud noise.
Turning around, you saw a knife stabbed through your door.
"STOP MAKING SO MUCH NOISE BEFORE I SPILL YOUR f*ckING GUTS ALL OVER THE FLOOR!" an unfamiliar voice echoed behind your door.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Yayyy, new chapter. Nothing WOW happened...well, not really from the MC's POV - poor her (not like I'm the one making her suffer lol)
Anyway, we're already meeting some of the main pastas. That's fun! Even more await in the next chapter ;)
Also I want to thank you for 170+ reads on Quotev โก'๏ฝฅแด๏ฝฅ'โก love you guysss
Alsoooo here is a little drawing of MC I had made: https://pin.it/51AT0roce
LOVE PERCENTAGES
EJ (Eyeless Jack) - 3% (up 3%) He neither hates you nor likes you. At some point he lost patience with you, but comparing to their other victims you were the most calm and collected one. He appreaciated that!
Toby - 5% (up 5%) Just like EJ, he appreaciated that you didn't try to fight him and make a scene, making it easier for them. He had a sudden not-so-rare mood swing, causing him to take it all out on you. He usually doesn't even remember it.
