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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere J.D. & Veronica (2cd Place Prize)

Word count ; 4.1k

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*Dedicated to @heywejustheretohavefum! Thanks for being so dedicated and being one of the people that originally got me back into fanfic writing. I'm basing this more off of the movie versions, although I put a little bit of musical Veronica into it :)

Y/n was never the most in-tune with the school drama, but she also wasn’t completely out of loop. She was grateful to be completely average to her classmates. She wasn’t popular, but she also wasn’t bullied. She was completely invisible and she preferred it that way.

That didn’t mean, though, that she hadn’t overheard the fury of the legendary ‘Heathers,’ raging about their recent recruit - Veronica Sawyer - snatching up a boyfriend they didn’t approve of. He was the stereotypical teenage dirtbag as far as Y/n could tell, and the news of the new couple was talked about everywhere.

Y/n tended to stick to the walls and corners of the school, but she’d even seen them a few times. They’d saunter through the halls so very nonchalantly and they seemed happy with one another. They seemed genuinely cool. Y/n had interacted with Veronica only once for a group project, and she knew that Veronica was smart and kind.

They made a nice couple.

So, why was Y/n hyper focusing so much? Was she only seeing things? It didn’t make sense.

Whenever she picked up her books from her locker and shut it quietly, she’d turn to see Jason Dean, or “J.D.” as he was referred to as, with his arm around his girlfriend as they chatted. And yet, both of their eyes would be glued to her figure. It made her jump the first time and she scrambled off the class, but now, it was expected.

It baffled Y/n to no end. But it didn’t end there.

She’d be sitting in her class, acutely paying attention, whether to be a good student or to stock up on notes for a distant but upcoming test to cram. And yet, shivers would roll down her spine. Y/n would glance over her shoulder unsurely and seize up instantly. 

Sitting in the back of the classroom would be Jason or Veronica or both. At first, Y/n was sure they were looking past her, but they made eye contact. Y/n would then look away, heart accelerating with anxiety. It was because of this hobby the couple picked up that Y/n realized she shared all of her classes with at least one of them.

Jason would always be leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, with a foot on his desk. His other would be tapping against the floor absent-mindedly. He always wore the same outfit. A trench coat, black jeans, and a teeshirt. He’d always have a smug, knowing smirk on his lips. Veronica, on the other hand, was preen and pristine. She sat up, paying attention to keep her legs shut due to the cultish blue skirt she wore. She’d have her head in hand, drumming her pencil against her notebook. And she’d be looking directly at me, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

It was odd. They had no reason to eye her constantly like that. Y/n was most certain they were staring right at her. She had no idea as to why, per se, and the idea that they were fascinated with someone they barely knew was insane, but she was sure none the less.

So, she sauntered into school on a random winter day. It was just entering January. The school was dismal, especially with the suicides that had sat and simmered like a pot. Everyone was watching, waiting, for another domino to fall. The most recent had been Kurt and Ram - two men she’d heard nothing but horror stories about.

It didn’t concern her whatsoever, though. She went to her locker and opened it, dropping in what excess materials she had. She swapped it out for what was needed, just like normal. She yawned, tired after a night filled with god-knows-what activities. All she knew was that Martha Dumptruck came over for a movie marathon, but that she passed out earlier than anticipated and it left no such memory of the event.

Life was normal.

But all that changed when she closed the locker door. She gasped, almost dropping her books. Her pen slipped from her grasp, but flawlessly, the man before her caught it. Right behind the door was Jason Dean, having leaned on his side against the locker. Attached at the hip with her arm interlocked with his was Veronica Sawyer, a polite smile playing at her lips.

Jason, a cigarette popping from between his lips, held the pen out to me. “I think you dropped this.”

Y/n gulped and furrowed her brows. Sure, they seemed cool, but she’d seen what Jason did when he or his girlfriend didn’t like someone. He beat them to a bloody pulp. And the stare they were giving her… it was far too intense. Uncanny. Frightening.

“Uh, thanks,” she managed. She paused after taking it, expecting one of the two to say something. But they didn’t. They just stared expectantly. “U - uh, I need to get to class. Sorry —“

“Class doesn’t start for another five minutes, darling,” Jason continued.

Veronica clicked her tongue. “Um, sorry, Y/n. We didn’t want to keep you waiting. We actually wanted to invite you over for a study sesh’ after school.”

They still stared so intently. Smiles were on their lips, but they were so creepy. Y/n knew her answer almost immediately, shaking her head profusely. “I - I’m sorry. I actually have plans with my friend after school.”

“Martha?” Veronica prodded gently her smile only widening in anticipation.

“Y - yeah.”

Jason sighed, picking the cigarette up between two fingers. He blew out some of the smoke. Veronica took it from him and took a breath of it. Jason pursed his lips before chuckling lowly. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear the news. It was on the morning station, you know. And wasn’t she with you last night?”

Y/n’s blood ran cold and she took a step back. Her heart was racing anxiously. “U - um, I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I mean, I’m not sure how you made plans with a dead girl,” Jason sneered almost venomously. “She killed herself last night. Walked home from your house, went to her room, and hung herself in her closet.”

“Jason!” Veronica scolded, almost playfully, nudging him. “I’m sorry you had to hear it from us, Y/n. Everyone found out this morning except you, I guess.”

Y/n’s face fell. It hurt that Martha fell in tow with the rest of those popular idiots. She shouldn’t have. Yes, she was bullied, but she had family and friends who loved her. She had a future. And it would be silly not to admit that she didn’t have a slight crush on the woman. It was genuinely heartbreaking and Y/n could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Uh, anyways,” Jason chimed,” you’re free after school, so… you’ll be comin’ with us up to Veronica’s place after school.”

“We’re looking forward to it, Y/n!” Veronica chirped, sending a beaming smile her way.

She didn’t even get the chance to tell them no or call them assholes for being so insensitive about her friend’s death by the time they walked off. Martha was Veronica’s friend too, once upon a time. But clearly, the popularity got to her head and induced the same brain rot it did everyone else.

Today wasn’t off to a normal start. Y/n knew that much. In fact, it was off to an awful start.

The day passed. She felt their eyes crawling over her form from the back of the classroom, just like always. But, this time, it irked her to no end. She couldn’t tell if she was more angry than afraid, but either way, the only impressions she held of the couple were negative. 

The moment the final bell rang, she darted out of her seat and began collecting her belongings. Y/n didn’t like that Jason and Veronica were both in her final class. It scared her to no end, and she wanted to get out as quick as possibly.

With her books tucked under her armpit, she made a mad dash toward the doorway. A few people thought it was odd, but she was grateful for the head start. She heard a few gasps and grunts, and Y/n connected the dots. The pair was hot on her trail. But there wasn’t anything they logically could do to convince her to go with her. Following her like a lost puppy would only aggravate, not persuade.

She went to her locker. She felt oddly terrified. Maybe it was because - one of them, at least - was popular and the other was batshit scary if you got on their bad side. But Y/n knew they’d been eyeing her for months. She always dreamt of having the confidence to saunter right up to them and ask what their problem was, but she never had.

She was in a rush as she shoved the necessary items into her backpack. She was almost hyperventilating, so very confused and worried. They didn’t seem upset with her in any way. But they also had no reason to give a shit about little ol’ Y/n L/n.

She slammed it shut. She was surprised to see that Jason Dean and Veronica Sawyer were nowhere in the vicinity, or so she could presume. But that worried her. They were obviously hot on her trail the moment she dashed out the classroom door.

She gulped and started down the hallways. She walked quickly, but the hallways were crowded. Everyone was heading out the front door, and she ended up amidst the crowd. Her heart pounded eerily within her chest, already on edge. She hated it further when all sorts of strangers were brushing against her shoulder and knocking into her.

She emerged from the entrance and spotted her bike. She turned left and headed toward her bike. She had never been more relieved to have sat on the seat and pulled out of the metal bike-holder. She didn’t even bother plopping her backpack in the basket in front of her.

“Woah! Watch it there.”

Y/n gasped and swerved. She thought she accidentally backed into a stranger, but she was more than unhappy to find out that it was Jason and Veronica. They both looked so friendly, and yet, there was something menacing about Jason as he planted his hand onto Y/n’s shoulder. Veronica circled and grabbed the handle tightly, although she maintained a chill and polite smile.

Both members of the party beamed at her and Y/n gulped. She was tempted to just peddle away, but she didn’t want to upset them. She could tell from their eyes that they were daring her to try and get away. And Y/n was petrified from head to toe.

“Did you forget? You’re coming over to study at my place,” Veronica chirped robotically, voice dripping with venom. “We can just put your bike on the back of my car, so don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, come on, darlin’,” Jason agreed, grinning ear to ear mischievously. “It’s not like you were trying to make a run for it or anything, right? That’s now way to treat your friends.”

Y/n gulped and blinked. “U - uh, sorry, but I don’t really know either of you, so…”

“That’s hardly a way to look at it,” Jason argued.

Veronica agreed immediately,” This is the chance to get to know us.”

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. She was trembling head to toe, and it was clear that as Jason gripped her backpack tightly and Veronica stomped her foot on the bike’s front wheel, they noticed. Y/n’s grip on the handle bars tightened, painfully so.

“W - well, maybe some other time, but…”

“But what, Y/n?” Jason growled, although he maintained a cheerful, charming smile as he leered over the woman. Veronica leaned closer, too, her pedicured hand sliding over one of her own. “What, don’t tell me you just don’t want to hang out with us?”

“I - I just really want to be left alone, please,” she tittered, unable to meet either of their gazes. “I haven’t done anything to e - either of you, so I’m not sure why you’re doing this!”

“Oh, you’ve got it all wrong, darling.”

“Maybe if you came over,” Veronica insisted,” you wouldn’t be so scared of us, huh? We’re friends, remember? We worked on an assignment together and everything.”

“I’ve heard it’s fairly unhealthy to, uh, spend too much time alone, you know.”

Y/n couldn’t bare it anymore. Tears threatened to fall because, no matter how nee they acted, they were scary. And, despite how tightly both people were grasping onto her bike, she dug her heel into the ground and scooted her bike away and into the road. 

A car honked loudly, but she ignored it. Instead, she was almost petrified by the glares she received from the couple. They didn’t move to follow, and Y/n didn’t want to find out what they planned to do to her. She sped off at top speed, not looking back.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled up to her driveway. It was a quaint middle-class home. Only one of her parents was home, her father, since her mother was a working business woman who was busy most of the time. She had a nice family, though. Everything was normal. And that meant it was completely and utterly normal.

At least for a weekend, Y/n didn’t have to worry about the hell that would follow her come next Monday.

She did her usual, distressing from her average at-home activities. She greeted her father, did her homework and studied, had some of her dad’s delicious food, and settled in her room again to watch the telly in her room until she passed out on her bed for the night. A horror movie was playing since every other channel was focused on her friend’s suicide, and Y/n preferred anything to recalling what happened to her best friend. 

And things went as planned. Half-way through the movie, as things were just starting to pick up, she drifted to sleep surrounded by her plush pillows and fluffy stuffed animals. It was a cold winter night, so she gratefully cuddled the night away.

Or, at least, that’s what she planned to do, until she was rudely awakened by a high-pitched, terrified scream.

Y/n shot up, sweating profusely. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. However, as her eyes flitted around her dimly lit bedroom, her eyes landed on the small television. Laurie had just been jump-scared by Michael Meyers and nothing more. The girl instantly deflated back into her mattress, letting out a sigh.

She wasn’t sure why she was so on edge. Jason and Veronica were frightening, but they were nothing but moody teenagers that got a kick out of scaring their peers. They weren’t stalkers or murderers or anything worse. They were just high-schoolers.

Y/n couldn’t get back to sleep, though. Her mouth was dry and her dad constantly scolded her for not brushing her teeth until the middle of the night. And it was about to be midnight, but not quite, so Y/n could easily avoid a light scolding if she just did it now.

She kicked off her blanket, her soft feet padding against the wooden floors. She heard the television running downstairs in the living room, which confused her. Usually, mom got home at nine, and her parents were all over each other for the remainder of the evening because they had a healthy marriage. And that always meant the television was off.

She shrugged it off, though, going to the bathroom. She heard distant chatter rom downstairs, but it was indistinct. Y/n ignored it, finishing her night routine. She went to open the bathroom door, but her hand paused on the doorknob.

Creak. Creak.

Someone was walking up the stairs. And perhaps it was paranoid of her, but she was frightened. She didn’t identify as it her dad’s loud, boisterous footsteps that echoed through the house. Just as she didn’t identify it as her mom’s quiet, thoughtful, but tired pitter patters around the house.

Y/n flicked off the bathroom door. The hallway light was flickered on. And then, her bedroom door was pushed open just enough. She was so very startled and confused. She heard two pairs of footsteps. Were they robbers? Murderers?

Because Y/n knew with certainty that they weren’t her parents.

“Fuck!” a familiar voice boomed. “Where the hell is she?”

“Jesus, J.D.,” another voice grumbled. “She’s gotta be around here somewhere. She probably doesn’t even know we’re here.”

Her blood ran cold. She was in the bathroom. The one place where there’d be hardly any weapons. She’d written the couple off as completely innocent high-schoolers with big heads. And yet, her mind began to race with theories. Maybe her parents just went out.

Or, perhaps, they were cold and dead on the sofa, and the couple was just as responsible for the coincidental suicides that had been happening.

Martha’s death seemed so convenient for them, after all. 

Tears fell and Y/n reached around the bathroom aimlessly until her hands found the plunger. She pulled it out, just as the bathroom doorknob was jostled and swung open. A scream escaped her lips and she swung the plunger at the criminals, pushing herself up next to the toilet. She was trembling head to toe and a part of her died as she saw the couple nonchalantly staring her down.

“There you are,” Veronica exclaimed. “Uh, you do realize a plunger’s not going to do much against a gun, right?”

“Not that we were planning to kill you, darling,” Jason added in coyly, flicking on the switch,” but it would be a shame if we had to be a bit more hands-on, huh?”

Shivers rolled down her spine and she gritted her teeth. “Wh - what did you do to my mom and dad? Why are you doing this?” she cried fearfully.

Jason clicked his tongue, his stoic, calm posture not melting on the spot like Veronica did. Her eyes softened and she tucked her gun into her back pocket. She shook her head and sighed. “It’s okay, Y/n. We’re not here to hurt you. That wasn’t what we were doing in the first place. Come here.”

Jason grinned, adding,” You’re just too stubborn. And, uh, as patient as this little lady is, I’m not. You weren’t being the most receptive earlier, so…”

Y/n gulped, taking a step closer ever so slightly. The couple exchanged excited glances as Y/n indeed forward ever so slightly, although she still gripped the plunger tightly. Veronica held her arms open to the woman and beckoned her to come closer in for a hug. That really was the only option, seeing as they took up the entire doorway.

Jason cocked the gun menacingly, leaning against the doorway, making Y/n free fearfully in her place. “J.D.!” Veronica scolded angrily. “Jesus Christ, you can put the gun away. Stop acting like we’re gonna kill her.”

“A - aren’t you?” 

The way Veronica spoke to Jason differentiated in comparison to Y/n. And the way Jason looked at Y/n wasn’t the same as when he looked at Veronica. Over the past few months, as quickly as Veronica fell into the relationship, it was clear that she did it for the shits and giggles until it became serious with all the murders they committed. And J.D. did, too, sensing that Veronica didn’t quite swing that way. They used the relationship primarily for cover as both of them fell head over heels for the Westerburg High nobody and came to an agreement to win her over whether she liked it or not.

Both of their morals were fucked up, and they knew it. But they couldn’t give any shits.

Both of their shoulders slouched as they melted. Y/n’s voice was so meek, so unsure. She’d stopped progressing, and the grip on her plunger grew tighter, even if it would do nothing agains the couple that were fully armed and had each other’s backs.

Jason sighed and shoved his gun into his back pocket. “You’re a little dense, darling. You seriously need an explanation? We like you, idiot.”

Y/n deadpanned completely. All of those deadbeat stare, fleeting glances, threatening stances… that indicated a crush? What kind of crush was that? It was obvious they were both psychos, even when Veronica had the gall to add,” Well, I’m pretty sure I’m, like, in love with you, but whatever…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve known her longer, I got it. Geez. Stop acting like that makes you superior, Veronica.”

The two were about to engage in a couple’s spat but Veronica shushed the man furiously. She once again beckoned Y/n in for a hug while Jason started searching through his trench coat. Y/n was on the verge of a mental breakdown because she was terrified to her core.

“Come on, Y/n, don’t be a stranger!” Veronica insisted, feigning friendliness. “That plunger’s not going to do much, you know. It’s much better if you come willingly.”

“Mhm. I mean, Veronica and I put in so much work to winning you over. It’s a shame we had to turn to plan B. The place we got set up, uh… it’s not as spacious and comfy as it’s supposed to be. Yet.”

Y/n was but a foot away. Veronica gasped out of joy about to pull the woman into her arms, but Y/n suddenly pulled the plunger out from behind her and pushed it into Veronica’s stomach. She was caught off guard and reached to grab it. J.D. cursed loudly and accidentally dropped the chloroform-soaked cloth to the ground in attempt to snatch the woman.

“Fuck…!” Jason boomed, his entire composition differently. “You little bitch!”

“J.D.!” Veronica shrieked as Y/n pushed her to the ground in attempt to escape. 

“I got her, I got her!”

Just as Jason went to grab her, Y/n jabbed the plunger at him. J.D. grabbed it angrily, only to realize he was focusing on the wrong thing. He tore it from Y/n’s grasp, catching the woman off-guard just enough to give Veronica the chance to grab her ankle.

Everything was going wrong, and quickly so. Y/n stumbled at the sudden weight on her ankles. She was at the foot of the stairs, and as she suddenly fell, she grasped the rail. Veronica released a screeching “shit!” at the predicament. Y/n’s head hurt incredible when her head collided with the wall and she relinquished her hold on the rail.

If not for J.D., who swept in for the grab, she would’ve gone sliding down on her stomach. Y/n screamed again as her head collided with the edge of a step. Her eyesight began to flicker with stars and darkness. Jason grunted, pulling her onto the flat second floor landing by her feet.

Meanwhile, Veronica scrambled to readjust her blue skirt and grabbed the cloth. She was panicked and aggravated, while J.D. was aggravated and calm. They knew the ring-around by now; this was supposed to be easy. They weren’t even supposed to stoop this low to begin with. 

“Fucking do it, Veronica!” Jason ordered.

Y/n tried to kick free, but J.D. held her down. Veronica straddled her waist and pushed the cloth onto her mouth. Y/n still struggled, but was already so tired to begin with. Her energy was draining, and fast. Both of the psychos were trying so desperately - Veronica more so - to ease her into it. To tell her to give into it. That things would be fine.

And then, she caved. The numbness consumed her and her body went limp.

J.D., out of pure joy, placed a chaste and quick kiss on Veronica’s cheek. Veronica gasped happily. The pair exchanged knowing glances. 

That Y/n was finally their’s.

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Pyramid Head (4/4)

Word count ; 4.7k

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“You know,” I spoke in a low tone, only to Cybil, “Sharon, my sister - we’re not related by blood. But I remember when I went to the orphanage with my dad and late mom, I knew she was supposed to be my sister. Mom agreed. We both fell in love with her instantly. It took a while for her to grow on dad, but Sharon was destined to be in our family. I hate this place. Whatever’s wrong here, it ruined Sharon. She was only eleven, you know.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. Children don’t deserve to die so young,” Cybil sympathized, gently patting my back. “She was lucky to have such a great family.”

“Quiet,” Christabella hissed. “We’re in his domain now. Look at this map. Memorize it. Your memory may save your life.” She pulled us toward the hospital map. “This is where the darkness lies. The demon is in the bowels of this building. It hides behind the face of an innocent.”

“You… mean a child?” I clarified.

“Don’t believe your eyes. Your eyes will lie to you. Faith is the only truth. I will pray for you, Y/n… but I won’t expect you and your friend to return.” She walked back and gave us distance.

Cybil let me memorize the information while I analyzed the map as well as I could. Left, right, left, left, right, right, left. My finger traced the hallways that led all the way to B-10, the designated hospital room. My finger collected some dust, so I wiped it on my jeans.

I decided to inspect the room further. I went over to the main desk in order to loot. It was coated in filth and the chair was decayed and broken.

“Are you sure we should do this?” Cybil said.

“Yes. We should’ve died so many times already. I have a feeling that we are intended to take this route… The kid was right in front of me. He could’ve killed me. But he’s showing us his story, little by little, Cybil.”

“…Okay. I trust your judgement.”

“Thanks for being here with me through all this shit."

I moved around the desk and looked through some shattered glass cabinets. Some empty medicine bottles were tipped over inside, but nothing stood out. I checked some of the drawers in the front desk. There was an old pen. I checked to see if it worked, or if any of them did, but alas. But then I realized the paper I was using to test them was an old newspaper. I turned it over, a cloud forming. I coughed before examining the newspaper. ‘ELYSIA ESPOSA, ELEMENTARY SCHOOL STUDENT, ALLEGED ACCOMPLICE TO CHILD MURDERER, JACOB BLACK.’

“Take this.” Adam suddenly thrust a flashlight into my vision. I gasped but took it. “They’ll be drawn to the light, but you won’t be able to see without it.”

“Thank you, sir.” I tested the flashlight out before joining Cybil’s side.

“So this thing actually works?” Cybil checked.

“It will. If the demon wants you, it will.” Christabella check the desk and lifted up the newspaper. “These were the witches that damned her.”

“The little girl looks like I did,” I tittered. “The resemblance is uncanny, you know.”

The group froze. Christabella’s expression visibly darkened. I became nervous. “Like you?”

“Well, kinda, except for being a kid and all —“

“Witch! She is the demon’s bride, do not let the witches go down!” Christabella shrieked, and her minions jumped into action. Cybil’s immediate reaction was to take out her gun. She shot Adam in the chest. We both backed up. I tried to reach the elevator.

“Stop her, you fools! We must burn her!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I shouted back.

“You need to go, there’s no rationalizing with this bitch,” Cybil cried, shooting at two of the men’s feet.

“We’re going together.”

Cybil suddenly turned and shoved me into the elevator. She glanced over her shoulder once, and only once. “Go. Go!”

A scream tore at my throat as she knocked the crowbar out of the door, shutting it. I banged my fists and screwed harder. All of a sudden, the elevator began to shake. Panic overcame me and I gripped onto the side. It shook more and more. I turned on the flashlight and pressed myself further against the wall.

The elevator started falling. My already hoarse throat couldn’t handle it, but I couldn’t help it; everything was trembling. I was falling. It was becoming darker and darker as I went down. A red light illuminated the ground, but I could barely see anything. My light had gone out.

But eventually, the elevator came to a roaring halt. My legs were still trembling from the impact. I shook the large flashlight and it came to a start. I finally recovered myself enough to walk towards the door. The door creaked open.

Okay, there’d definitely be monsters in this hellhole. Left, right, left, left, right, right, left. I chanted it in my head over and over again, as though it were a mantra. I walked down the hall and turned left. And then right. I was uneasy with how silent the halls were. The only thing I could hear were my own footsteps and pants.

But, after a few turns, I came face to face with a hoard of… mannequins? They began twitching uncontrollably and they started skulking towards me.

I gasped and turned off my light. I could see well enough, but I knew the mannequins had stopped. What creeped me out even more was how… each one of the had a wedding veil dragging across the ground. They were still twitching, but not as violently. They were each naked mannequins, but not the plastic store type; more so the designer plushy sorts. Coated in a deep filth, each had an unreadable expression. But their plush hands had blades for fingers.

‘They’ll be drawn to the light.’ I bit my lip and thought. I had to get through an entire crowd of mannequins. There were at least twenty, and they were tightly packed. There was no way to get through except right in the middle, where each of the mannequins were eager to get their grub supernatural hands on me.

Then, I had a Eureka lightbulb moment. If I drew the monsters to one side of the hallway, surely I can make a less-dangerous path. So, mustering my courage, I set the light to the side of the hallway. Crouching down, I quickly turned it o and scattered to the other side of the hall, where I was out of the light’s reach.

I let a squeak when the mannequin started up. Their creaking legs started forward. Step after step. They were growling. I pushed myself further against the wall. They crowd began migrating to one side. I pushed myself up against the wall. I couldn’t help but tremble further.

With each step they took towards the light, they cracked. Almost as if they had bones Mannequins weren’t supposed to have bones to crack in the first place.

They all started crowding the light. I began inching my way down the hall. And that’s when a blood bath occurred.

It only took one awkward movement, but one of the mannequins slashed another. The attacked mannequin song back, letting out a hoarse yowl. I let out a small squeak and tried to push myself away from the crowd further. They all started attacking one another, having approached the light. Blood splattered everywhere.

So, naturally, I broke into a run.

Left, left, right, right. I turned hallway after hallway, leaving the monsters behind. And finally, I saw it. Like a shining beacon, room B-10 down the hallway. I let out a scream of relief as I knocked myself against the door. I jiggled the knob and swung it open.

When I stepped in the room, I became blind. A white light clouded my and I was bathed in a warm light. It felt as though I was floating on air. My brain blanked from sheer comfort and I figured I was probably smiling - for the first time in at least a month.

“You finally made it, Y/n,” Jacob’s voice echoed within the void. “I’ve been waiting for much longer than you’d ever imagine. You must be confused as to why I led you here.”

A vision began. It was the little girl and Jacob. I knew now that the girl was Elysia, and she was so similar to me to be considered a doppelgänger. They were playing on the playground during lunch when suddenly, mud was being thrown at them. A group of mean girls were picking on Elysia, and Jacob threw a tantrum while trying to make them go away.

“Don’t you see? I was always such a good boy. Everything I did was for Elysia, and yet nobody understood. Everyone hated us.”

The scene changed to that of the bathroom. Elysia walked through the door. The janitor was inside and sent her a perverse grin. He stalked towards her. However, the vision didn’t continue any further, as it went dark and all I could hear were agonized screams from the girl.

And then, there was Christabella. She was standing in front of Dahlia in the hotel. Two large men were holding the two children up as they screamed and writhed. And yet, the adults were calm, all except for Dahlia.

“Elsyia and I were alone in the world. Except, we had each other. But even then, those evil people weren’t satisfied. They thought we were witches because we were unfortunate. Even my own mother couldn’t help me.”

Christabella motioned with her fingers before turning and opening the painting. The men followed her, not blinking an eye as the children struggled. And Dahlia could only watch from the sidelines as they were dragged away into the large factory.

“My mother loved me, but it wasn’t enough. Elysia and I loved each other, too, but the evil people were too much. You know what it’s like to lose someone you love a lot, don’t you, Y/n?”

The two children were tied to a stake. They were still blubbering and crying, but they were holding hands. The cult members were praying and bowing their heads. Their incantation grew louder. Christabella lit up a torch, illuminating her vile expression.

She approached the stake. And, without hesitation, she tossed the torch onto the pile of wood. Screams tore at the children’s throats as the fire inched closer. Soon, Elysia and Jacob were lit aflame. The burns traveled up their legs and torsos until their entire bodies were on fire. However, the fire spread elsewhere; across the factory floors and towards some of the onlookers.

“Dahlia tried to stop it, but she was too late.”

There Jacob was, burnt to a crisp. His skin as black as charcoal, peeling and cracked. He was being carried away on a table. However, there was no other rescue. Elysia had clearly perished. Jacob was paralyzed, only recognizable by his blue eyes that were wide and unblinking with terror.

“There were good people in the town. But Jacob didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care anymore. If only Elysia had survived, perhaps the bad people would have been spared. But this evil must be judged, Y/n.”

It was the hospital room. The curtain was closed around the bed. But, it was slowly opened, and laying on the bed, was Jacob. A husk of what he once was. But as I panned in further on his expression, I noticed the tears sliding down his cheeks. They glistened across his inky skin. And then, someone else showed. It was… alike to a darker version of himself. As though there was an unspoken deal between the two, the dark child and Jacob clutched each other’s hands.

They didn’t let go, and their bodies began fusing together. They bubbled and festered until they became one. A normal Jacob, but one that had nothing but malice in his eyes. And he stood up from his bed and walked away.

“My hatred grew so much that it became its own being. It’s own power. Surely, you understand why? I lost the most important person in my life.

“I’ve been waiting for so long for my Elysia to come back, Y/n. I grew up while waiting. In fact, I only used my child form to show you the clues. To tell you my story. You were far too frightened of my real form. But I understand.”

The white began to fade and I felt my legs again. I breathed in the air around me and came to. I was standing inside the hospital room. It was red and seemed to be breathing, as though the entire room was an entire organ. There was red blood coating the walls and floor. Inside the center was the bed, masked by curtains.

The floor began bubbling blood. It sizzled and bloomed into something more fleshy, raising as high as the ceiling. It started forming a body, a familiar one. From the tornado of crimson, formed pale flesh, a skirt, and eventually, a triangular metal head.

The monster’s big, meaty arms extended expectantly and I came face to face with the same creature that had tormented me. And just as soon as I had been to pity Jacob’s story, I came to loathe him with a fiery rage.

“You’re the demon that caused all this,” I spoke cautiously, even if my emotions were about to short-circuit.

“The real demons are the ones that hide in that chapel.” Jacob’s voice was no longer child-like; it was deep and precise, mature and coercive.

“Bullshit. You’re the reason my Sharon is dead!”

“It was so you could feel the pain that I did when I first lost you.”

“Me?” I growled, seizing the seven-foot monstrosity. “What, don’t tell me that you think I’m some reincarnation of that girl, because I’m not! I’m Y/n and you killed the most important person in my life!”

It let out a deep sigh and took a step forward. On instinct, I took a step back. The process was repeated until I had backed myself up against the crumbling ruins, with nothing but hands to separate me and the monster. Try as I might, the monster had trapped me. In one swift swipe my hands were snatched and I was pushed back into the wall. His bare chest pressed against my blood-soaked sweater. I was so tired and angry and sad. I struggled in vain, but at least I could give the metal man a solid glare.

“You have no choice in the matter. With time, you will come to understand and love me like you once did,” he insisted smoothly. “In the meantime, there is something only you can do for me.”

“I ain’t doing shit for a monster like you. I couldn’t care less about this town, but Sharon was an innocent child—“

“You will be free from this town if you help to destroy it. As we speak, the officer is being burned. Think of me as you will, but do you care not for your friend?”

“…Let go of me.”

Surprisingly, he listened. His callous hands dropped mine and his veiny, bare body stepped away, granting me space. I rubbed my wrists, sending his wary glances as I fervently checked that nowhere else had been violated.

“What the hell do you expect me to do, huh? You’re the big bad guy with the power,” I snarled.

“You can enter the church. I cannot,” he explained flawlessly. He reached behind him and pulled something from the cloth. Opening his palm to me, he revealed a ring. “Take it. It belongs to you.”

As badly as I wanted to shout, scream, yell at the monster for what he did, I wanted everything to be over with. And… if Cybil truly was in danger, I couldn’t risk it. She’d done so much for me. “…Why?”

“I will be able to enter the church through the ring.”

“…Okay.”

~~~

Even from outside the church, I could hear the demonic chants and damned screams. I steeled myself before bursting through the doors with a clenched jaw and fists. However, my confidence immediately degraded as I realized the charred shish-kabob human was once Cybil, the brave officer who prioritized protecting me.

“Oh… my god.” My lips trembled. Tears sprouted to my crusted eyes. Whatever pity I once felt was flooded with a burning rage; something that almost felt like it wasn’t my own. Even with all my tremors, I stepped forward. The crowd of sinners began to part for me and, although I was entranced, I did not stop until I was standing in front of Christabella.

“You have returned.”

“Damn right I have.”

“The witch has returned,” she announced louder, and gasps ensued from the audience. “Do not believe her lies.”

“I come from a world outside of this shit!” I boomed. “I come from a world full of life, progress, and happiness. But the demons you face here are of your own making. Even you are dying of the truth. There was no apocalypse! You are burning in the fire that you started. And nothing can save you because all of you are already damned!”

“Take her,” Christabella demanded. Two of her minions emerged fro the crowd, eager to get their grubby hands on me.

“Burn her. Burn her. Burn her,” The hoard chanted.

I took a few steps back, brows furrowing. “Burn me? Everything that scares you, you burn. This woman uses your fear to control because she is the real reason all of you have been damned! She led you to burn Jacob Black. She led you to burn Elysia Esposa. Two innocent children.”

“They were sin incarnate,” Christabella fretted, her voice beginning to sound uneasy.

“No. It’s you all who have sinned. You made Jacob Black into the monster. And you will pay the price for your sins —“

I froze as a tingling spread to my chest. I looked down and saw that Christabella had stabbed me in the heart. I became largely aware of the ponding of my heart, the flowing of blood within my bodice. I stubbed and collapsed to the ground, right at the top of the steps. I pawed at the ground. I was writhing, and yet I felt no pain. I gasped and cradled my wound further, blood coating my hands. I heard the crowd cheering around me, but it felt so distant.

Some of my blood fell to the grungy rug.

And just like that, it felt as though m body was fixing itself. The blood on my hands flaked away. The tear in my chest sew itself back together. I could breathe once more.

The world around me was degrading; the carpet had flaked away to rust, and a big pit formed around me. I was under nothing, and yet I was floating able an abyss of iron. The torches within the chapel were blown away by a gust of wind. A fire raged from the pit, enveloping me, and yet it did nothing to me. My ring stung on my finger, as though it was suffocating the appendage. A scream tore at my throat, but no sound came out. As if on cue, strong hands grasped my waist and pulled me from the nonexistent ground.

“You’ve brought the darkness with you!” Christabella cried. “Do you know what you’ve done? The devil’s bride has doomed us all!”

Jacob gave me a gentle hug from behind, his bare chest pressing against my back. His human feet padded to the side as barbed wire began to sprout from the center of the church. I was rather weary from, you know, getting stabbed and all. So, the monster sat me in one of the pews. I watched as chaos ensued, enjoying the warmth of the wooden seat. I pulled my legs up to my chest.

At the front, from the black abyss, came the hospital bed and Jacob’s burned carcass within it. From the bed sprouted wire after wire. A shadow loomed over the entire church. Some of the people were tugging and screaming at the door, but it was tightly shut. Christabella stood at the front of the hoard, on her knees and praying. I noticed that in the corner, was a cackling Dahlia.

The wires sliced and cut down many of the people in the ground. Suddenly, they snatched onto Christabella, pulling her into the air. She fought against it, but only ended up being cut. Her blood spewed across the church like rain. I used my hands as an umbrella before I simply covered my eyes. I couldn’t bare to watch the sight any longer.

I could tell from the cries of agony that the monster had jumped into action, slaughtering person after person. But I was so emotionally overwhelmed and physically exhausted. I knew, at least for now, I was safe. So, I turned on my side and curled up into a ball, being hit with a sudden drought of sleep.

~~~

I came to noting that I felt far warmer than before. I felt completely replenished. My ankles no longer ached. My clothes no longer felt torn and filthy. There was also something residing on my head. I wiped my hands on my eyes, getting the grub out. As I observed my hands momentarily, they were no longer dirty, although the constricting wedding ring remained.

I pawed a my head, feeling a fluffy cloth and headband. Using my elbow, I pushed myself to sit up. I took whatever was on my head off, only to realize it was a wedding veil. It was pure and pristine; everything about me implied that all the grit I’d gone through had vanished.

My attire itself had changed; Soft dress shoes replaced my torn sneakers, and instead of a sweater and jeans, I was in a grande wedding dress, long-sleeved. The entire chest was covered in lace with an opaque backing, and the details were exquisite. The skirt was tight but didn’t constrict, and it almost flowed to the ground. I felt… oddly gorgeous. And the dress fit my form perfectly, even down to the details of every curve.

I bit my lip and took in my surroundings. The church… was alike to how it had been in a world that wasn’t Silent Hill. Everything was perfect and clean. It was vacant, but some sort of holy spirit lingered. I didn’t feel alone, and yet it was in a comforting way. For the first time, I was not set with an unease upon being in here.

Had I somehow hallucinated it all? No, I was in a wedding dress for christ’s sake. I tried my best to be angry and the demon that caused so much of my pain and attempted to pull the wedding ring off. However, instead of moving, a dull pain spread throughout my finger and I could’ve sworn it tightened. After a few minutes of trying, the pain became too great, so I simply let it be. I’d have to find a way to cut it off later.

I rose to my feet. I felt dazed, yet I was ultra-aware of my surroundings. At the steps to the exit, was Dahlia. She was sat, sobbing into her hands, her crippled form hunched and her face hidden. I felt pity for the woman and walked up to her.

“Why did he not take me with the others?” she sobbed.

“Because you’re his mother. No matter how evil he ended up becoming, he never stopped loving you.”

The woman went quiet and her trembles came to a stop. I didn’t know if there was anything else I could do for her. So, I walked past her and out the front door.

The blue fog was still hazing across the terrain. However, it was peaceful. Somehow, I knew that there’d be no more siren and no more monsters. Or, at least, monsters that intended to harm me. I still wasn’t sure if that pyramid head dude would stay true to his word and let me go. For all I knew, he could’ve been pulling my leg. But, at least there was no longer a crazy cult on the hunt.

I walked down the vacant avenues. There were never any sounds except for my own footsteps and breathing. The whole time, I couldn’t help but grow sadder. If I truly was able to go home… I had accomplished nothing. Sharon would still be gone and I would be left with more trauma than closure.

I made it past the welcome sign. However, instead of being welcomed by my car, I was met with a large stone wall. Barbed wire was at the top. And a large electronic gate was centered in the middle of the road. Panic overcame me and I rushed to it. I banged and felt the metal, even trying to lever, but there was no such electricity. My breathing quickened and I was quick to start crying. Of course that damned demon had lied to me. Of course —

The sirens started up. And the sky above me darkened. I stared at the clouds and realized something new was happening. The clouds swirled together and black tendrils shot across, caging to sky in a black prison. I gasped, perspiring profusely. I glued myself to the door as I watched four large orbs began floating from the heavens. They landed somewhere up the hill in town. I was baffled as a strike of thunder sounded and then the tendrils withdrew, although they didn’t disappear completely. They hovered in the sky, as though they were hungry, waiting.

The world began to flake. The concrete turned red and looked liquid, as though it were a river of blood. The grass decayed and flaked into the air. A whirlwind started in front of me, and I knew what such an indication meant; my captor had arrived.

Now that I wasn’t running away or in a daze, I was truly able to appreciate how tall he was. But I also noticed that he’d brought a large blade with him. I could only pray that he’d finally kill me, because I’d rather die than be trapped in this undeserved hell.

“The game has begun,” his deep voice spoke, shaking the ground beneath us.

“What game? Am I going to die? Why didn’t you just let me go?”

A throaty chuckle reverberated. “I said that I would set you free. You did not ask from what. I have set you free from those evil-doers,” he sassed. “And no, you will never die. So long as you wear that finger, you are granted immortal life. The ability to oversee and continue the games of which The Entity requests.”

“The Entity?”

“A being far more powerful than I will ever be. In exchange for building these walls to keep you with me forever, I must feed him by slaughtering sinners.”

“Y - you’re telling me I can’t go home?” I blubbered. “But - but my dad - ! And, and my friends! What’d I ever do to deserve this?”

He stepped forward me, successfully cornering me against the door. I pushed at his chest, but it did nothing but have myself be squeezed even tighter in a warm hug. His large hands soothingly pet my back, playing with my hair. I heard his sigh within the metal pyramid. I couldn’t help but wonder if a human head was underneath.

He pulled away reluctantly. “We can continue this later. I need to start hunting, lest they manage to escape.”

“Wh - what, you can’t be serious, they don’t deserve it— “

But the man didn’t even care to hear me out, beginning to walk up the road with his large blade dragging behind him. All I could do was watch in horror and pray that whoever was stuck in this hell could make it out alive. Or die swiftly, something I truly ached to do.

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