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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 28: We Know The Ending

''Mr. Hopp never stops hunting for a victim. Floorboards pop, stomach drops, heartbeat starts to quicken. No one hides from his eyes, dark and unrelenting. Your demise is his prize, Nana knows the ending.''

– Nana Knows The Ending by Random Encounters (Mr. Hopp's Playhouse)

xXxXxXx

Emma was glaring at Sam and Springtrap, looking rather furious. She took a deep breath, rubbing her temple as she tried to calm down and listen to their explanation on why they brought a black bird-like animatronic back home before she yells at them for their stupid idea. The bird-like animatronic, on the other hand, looked nervous and wasn't exactly pleased to be here, but he didn't appear to be another killer robot, as far as Emma could tell. As a matter of fact, he looked rather uncomfortable when Emma glared at him, but truth to be told, so was Springtrap when Emma met him, and he was a murderer.

''Um, Mum, this is Raven,'' Sam introduced the bird animatronic, who waved nervously, even though he looked like he was about to run out of the house as fast as possible. Emma rose an eyebrow, staring at Sam intensely, who sighed. ''Okay, I can explain this; please, don't get mad.''

''Okay, I'm listening,'' Emma said, crossing her arms.

''So, to keep it short, Raven is an animatronic who had been tortured by Connor, but he had managed to escape and told us that he would help us getting rid off Connor,'' Sam told her. ''Also, he isn't a haunted animatronic, at least not the same way Springtrap is.''

''I used to be a vessel for a man named Bran Crawford, who was at the time Connor's best friend, at least before he had murdered him,'' Raven added, figuring that Emma would trust him more if he told her the entire truth. ''However, his spirit had abandoned me a long time ago. The only connection I have to him are his memories and his last wish.''

''I see,'' Emma muttered. ''I hope that this man, Bran, had the common sense to attempt to leave Connor before he was murdered… Or was he in on it?''

''No, he wasn't,'' Raven replied, shaking his head. ''However, Bran knew about Connor's fascination with death, and he was aware that Connor wasn't mentally stable, but he tried to brush it off. When it became too much for him to handle, he tried to leave, only for Connor to stab him and cover his death up. He was also the first person Connor had ever murdered.''

Emma fell silent, with Sam, Springtrap and Raven waiting anxiously for her judgement. She eventually took a deep breath, sighing.

''Fine, as long as you are going to help end this nightmare, you can stay,'' she said.

''Don't worry, it won't be for too long,'' Raven replied. ''I apologize for causing so much trouble for you.''

''It's fine, I don't think you caused as much trouble as a certain other person,'' Emma said, glaring at Springtrap, who just rolled his eyes. ''I am used to this.''

Sam snorted, feeling guilty that she thought that her mother's response was somewhat amusing, especially considering how she was primarily responsible for introducing Springtrap into her and Emma's life.

''Anyways, Spring, Raven's staying in your room, so could you bring him upstairs? I want to talk to Mum in private,'' Sam said, drawing everyone's attention to herself. Springtrap, Emma and Raven stared at her for a moment, wondering what she was up to. Sam's eyes narrowed, with her voice, while polite, becoming assertive. ''Please, now.''

''Okay,'' Springtrap muttered, pointing towards the stairs, with Raven quickly nodding and following him. Emma rose an eyebrow as she looked at Sam, who sighed.

''If you want to lecture me, go on,'' she said, glancing at her mother. ''However, I'm not going to step down from this, especially since we just had a breakthrough thanks to Raven. This should all be over soon.''

''I am not going to lecture you or give you a hard time for this,'' Emma told her, patting her head. To Sam's surprise, she was smiling. ''I'm already used to your antics and I know that you're stubborn enough to see this through no matter how bitter the end might be. I just hope that things are going to end well.''

''Trust me, they will,'' Sam said confidently. During the past few weeks, the insecurity she felt was slowly being chipped away, breaking apart when she confronted Tessa. Several weeks ago, her confidence was almost non-existent, the feeling of emptiness and loneliness being hidden behind a fake smile. However, now, she was ready to take down the one person who had caused her and her family so much trouble and worry. All she wanted is to assure her mother that she'll get out of this situation alive. ''Don't worry, I will handle this.''

''Okay,'' Emma said, knowing that nothing she said would change Sam's mind. She then added in an assuring tone, ''I trust you, sweetie, as long as you get to keep your word.''

''Thanks, Mum,'' Sam said, hugging her mother. Emma hugged her back, wishing that she could do more for her, but this wasn't something she could really contribute to. This was solely Sam and William's territory and, despite her worries, she was aware that they knew what they were doing. However, she still hated the fact that Sam was involved in this mess. ''I'm sorry for causing so much trouble.''

''It's okay,'' Emma told her. ''You have my support.''

Sam smiled, nodding. She already knew what she needed to do.

xXx

Raven still felt a little uncomfortable, despite Sam and Springtrap assuring him that things were fine. Frankly, the look Emma gave him was much creepier than Connor's. It felt as if she was staring right through him, at his non-existent soul. He had to give props to Springtrap for actually having the nerve to stay here, especially considering how it was obvious that Emma heavily disliked him, if not outright hated him. He could only imagine what had happened when the two met for the first time.

Currently, it was quite late in the night, with him sitting on the bed of the guest room, while Springtrap was sitting on the couch, questioning him about his experience with Connor and trying to get as much details as possible in order to assess the situation and figure out what their next move is going to be.

''…I guess I was lucky that they didn't break my endoskeleton,'' Raven said, having placed his hand over his chest. ''Connor and the Drawkills knew exactly how to keep me from trying to run away.''

''He may be insane, but it seems that, when it comes to practical aspect of his abilities, he remained just as sharp as he used to be,'' Springtrap said.

''I'd say that he's less of a technican and more of a torture expert,'' Raven replied. ''However, I do agree that he is lucid when it comes to tormenting people. Nevertheless, I feel that this makes him only more dangerous.''

''I think that our biggest worry is that he might become too unpredictable when unhinged,'' Springtrap muttered, then looked up at Raven. ''Do you think that you'd be able to lead us to Connor's hideout?''

Raven nodded confidently, his eyes flaring up.

''There is no way I would forget where he is,'' he replied. ''That is, unless he decided to change his location.''

''Do you believe that he would do that? Would he change his location on such a short notice?'' Springtrap asked.

''I don't think so,'' Raven replied. ''He may be lucid when it comes to torture, but, as we both concluded, he's quite mentally unhinged to think clearly. Currently, his sole focus is to find you, no matter the cost.''

''Did he specify why he was so focused on trying to find me?'' Springtrap asked.

''Not exactly, but what I had managed to figure out was that he is still afraid of death,'' Raven said, shaking his head with an exasperated look on his expression. ''He's already dead, rotting inside his own mess of a body, so what else has he to fear?''

''I'd say he's more afraid of permanent death, essentially losing his only connection to this physical realm,'' Springtrap replied, adding in a quiet tone, ''He wouldn't be the first one.''

The two fell silent for a moment, with Raven sighing. ''I hears bits and pieces about you, things you and Sam talked about when you tried to repair me or what Connor said.'' He looked up, staring at Springtrap. ''I don't care about who you are or what you have done. Your story is not part of mine and the only reason I tried to find you was because I needed someone who could help me to finally get rid off Connor. If there's something you want to tell me, that's okay, as I will listen.'' Raven snorted, looking rather tired. ''I guess that's all I could do for the past months – listen to whomever decided that I wouldn't be able to retaliate or voice my opinion.''

''I'm sorry you had to go through that,'' Springtrap said. Raven shook his head.

''Don't worry about me,'' he replied. ''I'm thankful that you and Sam allowed me to roam around once again. Without you having repaired me, I would've been stuck forever at the Machinations Factory, either scrapped or burned to ashes.''

''I had figured that, if Connor was tormenting you, it would've been better to relieve you of your pain just to spite him,'' Springtrap replied. ''Speaking of which, what about the murders? As much as I know, a young girl and a young boy had been murdered, with Quentin and Virgil being the ones involved in the latter murder.''

''Connor used Dahlia to murder the girl,'' Raven added. ''He did the same with the other animatronics, switching from Virgil to Quentin to lure the kid away and kill them in cold blood. I believe that, while he was still alive, he placed devices that would allow him control the animatronics remotely.''

''Sam and I had already assumed that possibility, so thank you for confirming it,'' Springtrap said. Raven nodded.

''As much as I know, after Connor murdered his victims, he would soak metallic parts in their blood,'' Raven said, feeling a chills flowing down his endoskeleton as he remembered Connor's deranged expression as he worked on his next murder attempt. ''I believe that he thought that he was running out of time and that the blood of his victims would help him live longer, despite how mangled his body and soul are.'' Raven frowned. ''As you said, he is probably afraid of permanent death and is seeking a way to stay alive, not caring at all what he needs to do to achieve that.'' He glanced at Springtrap. ''That's the reason why he wants to find you, isn't it? You know how to achieve that kind of immortality, right?''

''Even if he found me, I wouldn't have helped him,'' Springtrap said. ''That idiot has no idea what he is doing. Murdering more people and adding their remains to his own body won't do anything to expand his lifespan. Remnant doesn't work like that.''

''Pardon my curiosity, but may I know what exactly remnant is?'' Raven asked. Springtrap fell silent for a moment, as if unsure whether he should explain it to Raven.

''It's rather complicated and, honestly, even I don't know everything about it, despite the fact that I was the one who had discovered remnant,'' he admitted. ''Essentially, remnant let's a soul get attached to a physical body, but I feel that there's a lot more to it. Remnant forms after the death of a person and it can be molded, but breaks during high temperatures. I believe that this is what happened to you and Bran. I noticed that you were left in the boiler room and, if you were exposed to constant heat, it might've been enough to break apart and let the soul leave.''

''I see,'' Raven muttered. ''The soul may have left, but I still have Bran's memories.''

Springtrap shrugged. ''I don't know how to explain that. I ceased investigation on remnant a while ago, as I had figured that enough people had suffered on my account and destroyed whatever was left.''

''Even if you decided to stop involving yourself in this mess, there are always people like Connor out there, who might accidentally discover the possibility of gaining this type of pseudo-immortality,'' Raven said, feeling a sting of guilt. ''Unfortunately for everyone, he had no idea about what happened at Freddy's until Bran told him about it.''

''Really?'' Springtrap stared at Raven in surprise, who nodded.

''Bran was making jokes about haunted animatronics, dismissing them as rumors and whatnot, but it seems that Connor's fascination with death was what caused him to believe that all of this was true,'' Raven replied. ''Going by Bran's memories, Connor had a near-death experience after becoming the victim of a car crash and I guess that's what changed him. Bran actually blamed himself for not seeing the monster Connor had become, feeling furious that he couldn't do anything against him.''

''I don't blame Bran for this,'' Springtrap replied. ''If Connor was actually a decent person, he wouldn't have decided to go on a murder spree later on or even have murdered his best friend. Not to mention the fact that he had created a bunch of murderous animatronics.'' He sighed, pausing for a moment. ''Still, I got the impression that the Drawkills would turn on Connor if given the chance, right?''

''Yes, but there is an issue,'' Raven replied. ''They have their free will, but Connor can still control them by using some kind of device that he implanted inside them. He essentially torments them into listening to him.''

''I believe I know what kind of device it is,'' Springtrap replied, remembering the black device he and Sam had found, which would distort the system of all the animatronics that were close to it. ''Speaking of the Drawkills, do you really believe that we can trust them?''

''I'm not completely sure,'' Raven admitted. ''However, I know that they hate Connor and that they want to get away from him, but they can't. If we offered them our help, they would accept it, no questions asked.''

''I see,'' Springtrap muttered, looking up at Raven. ''We'll talk tomorrow to Sam about it. The sooner we get on with our plan, the better.''

''I guess that's it, then,'' Raven said, lowering his head, smiling. ''It is a bit surprising that Sam wants me to stay, despite the fact that we only met a handful times. However, I understand that she probably feels sympathy for me.''

''You're right,'' Springtrap told him. ''Sam's sympathy and compassion is the reason why I'm still here.''

''However, you don't seem to mind it,'' Raven continued without skipping a beat.

''It is your decision, isn't it?'' Springtrap replied. ''When it comes to it, I feel that death isn't something people should afraid of, but they should be concerned with the idea of whether there is anything after death. I have learned that, yes, there is life after death, but I'd rather stay here than return back to Hell.''

''I'm not surprised that you'd want to stay here,'' Raven replied. ''I assume that you actually have a rather nice life being with Sam. You obviously really care about each other.''

''You're right about that…'' Springtrap trailed off. He sighed. ''I'm actually thankful for this second chance and that I had managed to help her improve her own life. I'm certain that she'd know how to take care of the situation if something like this happens again.'' Raven stared at Springtrap for a moment, noticing a soft purple glow in the bunny animatronic's eyes. Springtrap looked up at Raven, smiling. ''You and I are not that different when it comes to the decision we made.''

Raven was silent for a moment, still staring at Springtrap as he realized what the former was telling him. ''Are you going to tell her…''

Springtrap shook his head.

''No,'' he whispered. ''I know that I promised that I would never lie to her, but I believe that she'll eventually understand.''

xXx

Drawkill Freddy punched the wall beside him. He was furious at Connor, but also at himself for what had happened to Drawkill Bonnie. He felt helpless watching his companion walking around like a puppet, controlled by the person he loathed. He wished that he could do something to save him, but he knew he lost all the opportunities he had because of his own hesitation, his own doubt. He may be an intimidating machine, a literal walking flamethrower, but he was weak.

''Damn it,'' he growled. He felt a hand on his shoulder, turning around and seeing Drawkill Foxy, who shook his head.

''There is nothing we can do, mate,'' he told him. His eyes flared up. ''However, I'll be damned if Connor tries the same with me. I won't go down without a fight.''

''Same here,'' Drawkill Chica said. The three glanced at Drawkill Bonnie, who was leaned against the wall, deactivated. They knew that Connor would soon send them out again.

''I sincerely hope that Raven is going to find Afton,'' Drawkill Freddy whispered, despite knowing that Connor hadn't taken control over Drawkill Bonnie yet. They were all in despair due to the loss of their friend and they had put their trust in Raven, believing that he would find Afton and that they would be able to finally get rid off Connor.

However, the question that remained was whether Afton would allow them to live. They were aware that he'd be reluctant to actually help them, but he was everything they had left. They were ready to take any opportunity to escape this awful life, not caring what methods they would use to achieve that.

Rest assured, while Connor's life was slowly coming to an end, their own future still remained uncertain.

xXx

''I hope that you're happy now,'' Matt told Devon and Corey while they were sitting in a booth at Ricky's Wonder Shack, waiting for the pizza to arrive. Devon just grinned, as if he won some kind of prize, and continued talking to Corey, ignoring his older brother. Matt was fine with it, figuring the less communication they have, the better for both of them. Even though they were sitting across each other, they were miles apart.

It also helped him to focus more on his surroundings. He, Devon and Corey were at Ricky's Wonder Shack, with Matt finally having given up and agreeing to take the two here, with the boys being excited to try the food and play the games that were there. Matt, on the other hand, had noticed the strange atmosphere in the restaurant.

The children were oblivious to it, but the adults had a wary look on their expressions, sneaking suspicious glances at the employees and adults that hadn't been accompanied by children. Matt was aware that this was because of what had happened in the past few days. They didn't want their child to be the one to die in another accident. Even though the management assured them that they took all precautions to prevent something like that from happening again, it was clear that they didn't want to take any chances.

Liars…

Matt looked around, his gaze focused on the stage, where Ricky, Max and Dahlia performed. Virgil was, as usual, as the prize corner, but Quentin was gone. Matt was aware that the management at Ricky's had removed the animatronic due to safety reasons, but he felt that there was something they were keeping secret. There had been an odd chill in the air, with Matt sensing what was left of the previous tragedy. He wasn't sure what to call it; remnants of suffering, lingering agony… He still tried to figure out how to refer to that feeling, but he knew that multiple tragedies had cast a shadow over this place.

He had to admit that he wanted to know more about Ricky's and what had happened, but something told him that it would be better for him to stay away from this place. He tried to see whether there was anything last night, but was unsuccessful. While he wished that they would've gone to Freddy's, he was still curious about what exactly was lurking inside these walls.

''Hey, Matt, are you going to eat that?''

Matt suddenly snapped out of his thoughts, having not noticed the pizza an employee brought them. Devon and Corey snickered as Matt took a slice of pizza, but didn't eat it, being still focused on the strange feeling he had. It seemed that the animatronics had something to do with it, as Matt noticed that Ricky and his friends had finished the show and started to walk around. As Dahlia had passed by them, Matt felt as if she was watching them. It wasn't the blank, robotic gaze one would imagine, but it seemed as if she knew exactly what she was looking at.

After eating the pizza, Devon and Corey decided to leave the table, excited to play a few games at the arcades. Matt, meanwhile, kept a close eye on the animatronics, wondering if he should approach them. He was a little creeped out by them, but this creepiness was what had drawn him to them. He eventually stood up, deciding to approach Dahlia, who was busy entertaining a bunch of girls, who attempted to copy her dance moves.

Matt attempted to lock eyes with her, but once he did, he realized that the gaze she gave him earlier had vanished. Surprised, and a little confused, he looked at the other animatronics, Ricky, Max and Virgil, wondering whether he was just seeing things. As he looked at Virgil, he noticed that the animatronic was staring at him, giving him a look similar to the one Dahlia had earlier. The animatronic then walked away, having been called over by a few children who held up their tickets.

Are these guys haunted? It doesn't feel like it, though.

Matt frowned, keeping a close eye on the animatronics and determined to figure out what was going on.

xXx

''This game is boring,'' Corey said, stepping away from the arcade machine.

''I think that's because you keep losing,'' Devon mocked him, with Corey playfully punching his friend in the arm. Devon smiled, rubbing his arm and looking down at the Ricky plushie he had won thanks to his good aim at the basketball game. His smile faded when he noticed Max approaching him.

''Do you boys have fun?'' Max asked them. Devon nodded, but Corey shook his head.

''I want to play another game,'' he said. ''These are kinda boring.''

''What if I told you that there is another game you could play?'' Max told them.

''Really?'' Corey looked excited, but Devon was a little sceptical.

''What kind of game?'' he asked.

''Follow me, and I'll show you,'' Max replied.

The two boys exchanged glances and shrugged, figuring that they might as well follow Max in order to see what he was up to. He led them to the back of the restaurant, away from the crowd, with the two noticing Ricky standing in front of the entrance to a hallway.

''I'm glad that you could come,'' Ricky told them, sounding quite happy. ''I have something special for you.''

Corey and Devon stared curiously at Ricky as the animatronic beckoned to them to follow him, with Max standing behind them. At this point, they felt a little weirded out, but decided to go along with it nonetheless.

''What do you think you're doing?''

However, before they could follow Ricky, an employee appeared. He looked quite annoyed as he stared at Devon and Corey, who realized that they were in trouble.

''We just-''

Suddenly, Max stepped behind the employee, slinging his arm around the man's neck and ramming his surprisingly sharp cutlass through his back, the tip potruding on the front of his chest. He pulled the blade back, with the man falling down on the ground, blood flowing out of his chest. The boys stared at the man in horror, only for Max to suddenly grab Corey and drag him away, slamming him on the ground and wrapping his fingers around his throat, choking him to death.

Devon was too shocked to even cry for help, feeling the adrenaline suddenly kicking in. He attempted to run, but he managed to take only three steps before Ricky grabbed him, a predatory look on his expression. He looked up, catching a glimpse of his older brother staring at him in shock, only for Ricky to turn him around.

The last thing he saw was Ricky's cold stare, his eyes glowing as he pulled out a knife from his suit. He didn't even scream he felt a sense of pain exploding in his chest, with darkness enveloping him. Then, he felt nothing.

xXx

Matt stared in shock as Ricky pulled out a huge kitchen knife out of his suit and grabbed Devon by his arm, stabbing him in his chest. Blood splurted as Ricky removed the blade from Devon's chest and then rammed it at his head, piercing his right eye. The animatronic then let go of the boy, looking up at Matt, who noticed his glowing eyes, and seemingly grinned.

''My work here is done,'' he said, speaking in two voices, which sent chills down Matt's spine. He then slowly stepped back into the hallway, into the shadows. Max, meanwhile, had broken Corey's neck, and stepped back, staring at the mess of mangled bodies and blood.

There was an eerie silence as Matt approached the mess, a blank look on his expression. He felt absolutely nothing as he stared at his brother's lifeless body, with Devon's blood soaking the Ricky plushie that fell out of his hand when Ricky grabbed him. He knelt down next to him, grabbing the blood-stained plushie. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the silence was interrupted by a shrill scream.

Matt could hear screams around him, adults and children crying in panic as they attempted to abandon the restaurant once they realized that someone had died. His mind was still blank as he stared at what remained of Devon, aware that his brother was long gone. He felt someone grabbing his arm, another employee, and dragging him away from the corpses. The woman was telling him something, but he didn't register her words. The screams and cries were eventually replaced by the sirens in the distance.

Matt remained silent as he sat down on a bench, having placed the Ricky plushie into his backpack. He was still staring ahead with a blank look on his expression, being surprisingly calm despite the murder he had just witnessed. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out what had happened.

That animatronic…

He felt pure evil emitting from Ricky, aware that this wasn't the first time the person controlling the animatronic had murdered someone. He had taken away someone's life and Matt was sure that he would do the same in the future. He glanced at his backpack, at the Ricky plushie that he had hidden inside it, knowing that this wasn't his smartest move and that he would get himself in trouble, but he felt that this was the right decision.

No matter what they say, Devon isn't completely gone…

xXx

''We have to shut them down, they're too dangerous…''

''This is the end…''

''Why are you feeling so down? Those machines have murdered two people in front of everyone!''

''I have gotten a call from Wolfrun Corporation. They are going to shut this whole place down for good.''

''If they don't do it, the cops will for sure.''

''I guess that means I can kiss my job goodbye…''

''Shut up! Don't be so insensitive!''

Connor chuckled heartily as he listened to the manager and several employees argue as they attempted to restrain Ricky and place him into the back room. The case was clear and everyone was sure that they were dealing with a malfunctioning animatronic. Adding to the previous accidents of missing and murdered employees and children, it was obvious to him that he would eventually destroy the reputation of Ricky's Wonder Shack, and frankly, he didn't care. He wasn't part of this establishment anymore and his only concern was whether they would scrap Ricky and The Misfits. To his luck, they just decided to lock them away and forget about it.

It was no use though. Unless, the animatronics had been taken apart, Connor could easily gain access to them and control them. Once everyone left, he would let Ricky and his friends roam free without any restraint. As a matter of fact, he planned for them to finally leave the building and join him at his hideout. It wasn't just out of convenience, especially since Ricky's Wonder Shack would be closing down, but also because of a rather interesting visit he had earlier that day.

While he roamed around as Ricky, a familiar figure had approached him. He had to admit that he was a little shocked to see her, the girl who would constantly accompany Afton, but then he smirked, interested to see what Sam wanted from him. She was glaring at him, with Connor feeling slightly amused to see how much she despised him.

''I hope you're enjoying yourself!'' he told her cheerfully. Sam didn't react, only stepping closer to him.

''We'll meet again after hours, at Freddy's,'' she said coldly. ''That's the only offer I'll give you.''

She then left, with Connor feeling surprised about what she had told him. The last thing he had expected was for her to tell him to meet up with her. Nevertheless, he would accept it. His thirst for blood hadn't been satiated yet and now, there was only one thing in his mind.

Sam would be his next victim.

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worstloki · 3 years

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Cat Behaviour™

#the Loki show #loki spoilers #loki show spoilers #haha #sucks to be mobius #poor guy probably read up on loki's entire case file and then advocated for him in court and loki's like 'no.'#understandable #i still think this'd be a great setup for a father son relationship #like #the vibes #loki ranting about the TVA with mobius listening and then having nothing to contribute towards the same topic is good quality dad content #''thought you didn't like to talk'' ''ohmygawd were you even listening to what i was saying dad there are space lizards- SPACE LIZARDS--''#mobius is a new father to a thousand year old theatre kid he just wants to bond but instead loki is being Uncooperative #won't even shake his hand and will have judgement in his eyes when he introduces himself

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 3 years

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An Act Of Kindness || M.YG

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : soft yandere?

Summary : When your summer camp groupmates decide to go 'off rhe road', everything goes wrong.

Wordcount: 2.6k lol

[ A/N: Suggested for my Baby Project series, but it was a little too dark so here's a one shot instead. I'm not exactly great at 'yandere' genre yet so like,, I tried lol.Enjoy!]

" I don't know about this guys." You tell your annoying group mates as you're walking of the path and into the depths of the forest.

One of your groupmates, Heeyoung huffs as she looks over her shoulder at you.

" Psh, don't be such a whimp. We're just going off the road to make a shortcut." She tells you.

Jungkook grins at you from a few steps up front.

" Relax, it'll be fine. Besides, we've got the map, nothing will go wrong." He smiles, waving said paper map with his hand.

You still hesitate.

" I really don't know guys, they did forecast that it'll rain today too. Besides, how do we even know where we are from the map? If we walk off the path, we won't be able to track our own location." You point out.

You really aren't in the mood to die just because of these people. You've seen enough horror movies.

" Relax, it'll be fine." Jimin nudged you from beside.

You look at Jimin's face, the male has always quite charmed you in a way, and unlike the other two, he wasn't quite as annoying either.

" Jungkook's right. What could go wrong?" He smiles at you.

Quite frankly, almost everything went wrong.

It's now around 4 hours later, and the four of you are hopelessly lost in the depths of the forest.

It's raining now too, buckets of water falling from the grey skies, not exactly pleasant.

" Wait, can you show me the map one more time?" Heeyoung asks Jungkook as an excuse to huddle close to him.

He looks at her weirdly as she presses herself up against his arm, but doesn't comment on it. Figuring she probably just feels cold.

All of you are dressed in shorts and a t-shirt after all, except for you, as you're also wearing a long sleeved up zip up hoodie. You were lowkey prepared for this, but considering it's been raining for at least 30 minutes now, your small preparation had no effect anymore, and so you too have chattering teeth.

You watch in disappointment when Jungkook unfolds the soaked map, only to have it literally slip through his fingers, the flimsy pieces of paper falling hopelessly on the ground.

Heeyoung watches the thing fall before hitting Jungkook, now suddenly mad.

" You know what? This is all your fault! If you hadn't soaked the map!-"

" My fault?! You wanted to walk off the damn path!" Jungkook argued right back at her.

You pinched your brows. Great, so you were stuck with two idiots now too.

" Okay, uhm, let's just not blame anyone. It can't change how we're situated now, let's just find shelter and check our phones." Jimin suggests.

You nod numbly, teeth chattering as all of you go to seek for coverage.

Jungkook and Heeyoung are suddenly not attached to the hip anymore as you do so, it appeared the girl wasn't interested in him anymore.

" Hey, uhm, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I should've agreed." Jimin says as he now walks beside you.

You smile at him gratefully.

" Thanks, I appreciate that actually."

He nods.

" So, uhm, do you mind if I hold your hand? I know we're not close and all, but you seem cold, and I can't exactly offer you my jacket, not to mention that I'm quite cold too." He suggests, not looking at you as he says so.

You smile at his antics, finding his behavior cute.

" Sure." You reply shortly as you move to grab a hold on Jimin's hand.

His fingers interlock with yours easily. Both of your skins feel cold, even against each other, but it admittedly felt nice to not feel alone in a situation like this.

It isn't until another twenty minutes later that Jungkook has found something.

" Guys! Look at that! That seems like shelter." Jungkook says, pointing to, what seems to be, part of a roof.

Jimin and you exchange glances.

For some reason, it felt like he was asking something, and so you shrug as a response.

He nods before turning back to the other two.

" Okay, let's go there."

" Nope, mine is dead too." Jimin sighs, pocketing his phone before running the same hand through his hair.

He hasn't let go of your hand since thirty minutes ago, except for when you took out your phone, and for some reason, the small action made you feel a little funnier about Jimin.

The four of you are stood in front of, what seems to be, an abandoned, mansion. Most blinds are closed, but the blinds that are open show dark rooms, and are mostly on the second floor.

" We could, try to knock?" Heeyoung suggests.

You blink, looking up at the bit of the building you can see. For some reason, it gives you a cold vibe.

" I don't thinks anyone even lives here-"

You've barely finished your sentence when Heeyoung is already knocking.

You sigh, not all too surprised by her in all honesty.

However, surprise and fear greet you as the door suddenly jiggles.

Jungkook's eyes widen, and Jimin tugs you closer to him as the sound sounds.

All of you are even more surprised when the door opens, being greeted by a rather old looking male, who blinks at all of you.

" Excuse me, but can I help you?" The man asks politely.

He seems to be around his fourties at least, and all of you let out a breath.

" Hello! Sorry for suddenly knocking. It's just that it's raining-"

As she speaks, it also starts to thunder.

What a great moment.

" - And thundering, so we wondered if we could stay here for a while until the weather dies down a bit." She asks them, a friendly smile on her face.

The male clears his throat.

" Well then, please come in and wait here in the hallway. I will ask master Min for permission." He tells her before opening the door wider.

She smiles, turning to all of you, and motioning with her head to follow her in.

You all do so. The hallway is large, stereo typical for a mansion, with multiple doors, and a clean marble floor, along with a grand staircase to the second floor.

You subconsciously tighten your grip on Jimin's hand.

He turns to you with a worried expression.

" You okay? We can go if you think it's a bad idea." He tells you.

You're barely turning to look at him before he clarifies.

" I trust your judgement."

" Oh. I see. Well, I really don't know. It feels here kind of off? But I feel like it's going to storm soon, so maybe we should just ask for a phone connection and wait here." You suggest.

He hums.

" Sounds like a plan to me."

A few moments later the man returns, a kind smile on his face.

" The master will be with us shortly, he'd like to know who'd be seeking shelter in his house before he will grant it." The man smiles.

As you study his stance, you realize that this man is most probably a staff.

" Oh, where are my manners? My name is Charles, I'm the butler of this mansion." He smiles.

Jungkook nods, about to introduce himself, when the sound of clacking shoes sounds.

All of you turn to the grand staircase, where a single male is walking down from. Your eyes widen in surprise. The male who's walking down said stairs is stunning. He's got a pale skin, black hair, and is wearing a dark blue suit with a white button up underneath.

Who relaxes in that kind of outfit? Not that you'll complain or anything, he was admittedly good looking. He walks down unbothered, seemingly not bothered by your looks.

" Say whatever you want, but he is very handsome." Heeyoung whispers to you.

You nod silently in response, and Jimin clears his throat.

You turn to blink at him.

" Something wrong?" you ask him.

" No not-"

" My name is Min Yoongi. I live here. Who are you?"

It appeared the male, now known as Min Yoongi, had already come to a stop in front of you.

" Right, sorry! My name is Heeyoung, these are Jungkook, Jimin and Y/N." Heeyoung smiles at him.

He doesn't smile back, simply letting his eyes go over all of your forms for a moment. You shivered as his eyes went over your form.

" Fine, you may stay for now. Has any of you had dinner yet?" He asks, voice deep, and eyes holding a bored expression.

" Dinner? We've only had breakfast!-"

" Uhm, thank you! But, that's not necessary. If we could maybe make a call though, that'd be great." You hurriedly stop Jungkook.

Yoongi raises a brow at you in surprise, as both Heeyoung and Jungkook come at you.

" Okay, y'know what?! This is enough. He's literally being nice to us by offering us a meal, and you're just going to turn him down? What is wrong with you?!" Heeyoung yells at you.

" C'mon Y/N. Just one meal? We're all hungry." Jungkook tries, a little more softly.

Yoongi watches you and your friends sharply, not exactly amused by the rudeness of your group mate.

You squeeze Jimin's hand softly as you step back, not entirely sure on what to do.

" Alright, uhm, let's not get mad at her. And staying for one meal should be alright. Right?" He tries too.

You sigh, but nod anyway.

The meal was filled with chatter of your groupmates and charles, Yoongi was mostly silent, and so were you. Heeyoung tried her best to get Yoongi's attention, often complementing him for the meal and his hospitality, he didn't really do much in return, simply nodding until he at some point friendly told her to sod off.

Soon after you tried ringing the camp, but to your disappointment, the lines were dead, and the storm had only worsened.

" It's dead. Any idea if we can fix it?" You asked Yoongi as you put the phone away.

He shook his head, bangs moving.

" I'm afraid not. I can offer all of you a bed for tonight only." He suggests, messing his hair up.

You bite your lip in thought, looking out of the window beside you.

The storm certainly wasn't going to get better anytime soon.

You sighed, before nodding. Going out there now was a death wish.

" That'd be nice. Thank you, and I'm sorry for us suddenly turning up on your doorstep." You tell him.

He shakes his head.

" Don't worry about it."

About an hour later you're seated on your bed. You, Jimin, Heeyoung and Jungkook all had your own rooms. The other three in the bedrooms across the hallway from you while you're situated beside Min Yoongi's very own bedroom.

After about twenty minutes, there's a knock sounding at your door.

" Come in." You call out.

The door opens, and you're surprised to find Yoongi standing there.

" Oh, hi. Is everything alright?" You ask him.

He hums.

" Yeah, just wanted to talk to you, if you don't mind. " He tells you with a small smile.

You nod, sitting down at the bed as he sits down opposite you at the desk.

Conversation went surprisingly smooth, after a few minutes into talking, it went as if you two knew each other for years.

" Y'know, you seem to be a pretty perfect person." He tells you as your laughter died down.

You snorted.

" Pft, nah. My grades really prove otherwise." You tell him.

You're flattered a man of his 'rank' thinks like that about you, but you really don't agree.

He grins.

" Grades are just a social structure." He shrugs.

You smile at him.

" Thanks, but really though. No one is perfect. Especially not me." You tell him honestly.

You don't hate yourself, but that doesn't mean you view yourself as perfect either.

He shakes his head.

" I think your head's messing with you due to the time. I'll see you tomorrow. You guys can still stay for breakfast right?" He asks.

You think about it for a moment.

You're already here anyway. How bad could staying over for breakfast be?

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that it's already light out.

The second thing you notice is that it's eerily quiet.

You bolt out of bed, changing in the bathroom and folding the borrowed clothes on the sink. There's a packaged toothbrush by the sink too, and so you brush your teeth before going downstairs.

"Y/N?" You suddenly hear Yoongi's voice from somewhere beside you.

You turn around in surprise, barely tripping over your feet in your hurry.

Yoongi reacts quickly, catching you by your shoulders and holding you upright.

you both blink at each other before he gently lets go of you.

" Sorry, uhm- What are you doing here?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at him.

" What do you mean? Where's the rest?" You ask him confused.

" They left already, I thought you went with them." He blinks.

Did they really leave you?

Meanwhile Jimin is looking around him in confusion.

Where was he?

He looks around, checking his surroundings.

He, Jungkook and Heeyoung seemed to be sleeping in a clearing in the forest. It takes him a moment before he remembers what happened. It takes him another moment before he realizes you're missing.

Jungkook wakes up soon after.

" Hey, where's Y/N?" Jimin asks him.

Jungkook blinked, before rolling on his side.

"Idunno, probably still asleep." He mumbles sleepily.

Jimin rolls his eyes before throwing sand at the younger, who's quick to get up.

"What the hell?-"

"What are you lads doing here?" Another voice suddenly joins the conversation.

Both males look up, only to see a man, seemingly a little over his 25's standing there.

" Uhm, hi. We're kind of lost." Jungkook explains, waking up Heeyoung before getting up and dusting off his pants.

The man blinks before nodding.

" I can see that yeah." He responds dumbly.

" We also lost a group mate. Seen a mansion around?" Jimin asks him.

At the words of a mansion, the male pales.

" You don't mean to say you're lost travelers?- I- I thought that curse was gone." The man spoke warily.

Heeyoung, who now got up, switched wary glances with Jungkook.

" Curse?" She asked.

" Yeah, there's a curse of a mansion. Apparently the Min family lived there somewhere back in the 1800's or something, but a burglar got in and killed most of the family, apart from their twenty-something year old son. A few years ago we found bodies here, on the very place you're standing right now, they were barely alive but managed to warn us. They were the last people who came from that mansion, until you that is." He explains with wide eyes.

No one knew how to react to that.

Did this mean you're dead?

" You see whenever it storms, people turn up dead. Except for the people before you. You're the only ones to have made it out alive and well. You're the first survivors- But your friend..." He trails off.

Jimin's hand balls into a fist, as Jungkook's doe eyes widen and Heeyoung held her hand over her mouth in shock.

Did they really kill you by not listening to you?

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Little Troublemaker

Request: Yes or No

Listened to You Don't Own Me and I Need A Gangster on repeat while writing this

Hiram's eyes drifted from the mobster to the young man beside him. Quinten's son, (Y/N), seemed like he wanted to be anywhere else. His head was tilted back, the only movement he did was bringing the cigarette to and away from his lips. His black button up not so button, showing off his young body. Quinten was too focused on his money to notice the looks his companion was giving to his eldest son. (Y/N) finally looked forward, gaze landing on Hiram. (Y/N) gave him a judgemental look, sizing him up with his gaze. Hiram smirked, leaning back into the couch as Quinten finally finished counting his money.

"Seems like we have a deal in our hands, Lodge." He said. Hiram nodded, shaking his hand to confirm the agreement. Quinten excused himself to answer a phone call, leaving the two alone with some bodyguards. Hiram dismissed his, standing up and leaning over to pick up his cup of whiskey. (Y/N) nodded to his bodyguard, dismissing him as well.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Old enough for you to suck my dick and not get charged." (Y/N) replied, butting out his cigarette. Hiram would usually ignore or insult the person back but he simply chuckled.

"Feisty little troublemaker." Hiram mused, sipping his drink. (Y/N) frowned, not liking his reaction. Hiram took notice. Quinten entered the room and they got back to business, small looks of amusement being shared here and there.

Hiram knocked on the door of the penthouse. A maid opened the door, welcoming him in.

"Mr. (L/N)-"

"Take a break, Melissa." The maid was cut off by (Y/N). Melissa nodded, leaving them be.

"Are all your shirts messed up or is it a fashion trend?" Hiram asked. (Y/N) had sweatpants on and a jacket, unzipped to expose his body once more.

"Ain't none of your fucking business." (Y/N) shot back, plopping onto the couch. Hiram merely chuckled, loosening his tie as he stalked towards the male. He sat on the other end of the couch, watching (Y/N).

"Quinten's out with his wife." (Y/N) told him.

"Wife?" Hiram questioned. (Y/N) shrugged, playing with the zipper of his jacket. Seemed like (Y/N) wasn't on good terms with neither his father or stepmother. Hiram leaned towards him, gently grabbing his arm and pulling him. (Y/N) huffed quietly but moved closer to him. (Y/N) let Hiram's hands explore his exposed skin, watching him with a head tilt. Hiram slowly pulled the twenty-five year old onto his lap, keeping him pressed close against his chest. (Y/N) didn't seem to care or mind.

"What would your father say?" He asked, grinning. (Y/N) laughed, shaking his head.

"He'd kill you." (Y/N) replied. It'd been a while since Hiram had gotten intimate with another man, much less someone as young as (Y/N).

"I already know what you're planning, Lodge." (Y/N) said softly, leaning in and letting their lips brush. Hiram raised a brow, a hum emitting from his throat.

"Really?"

"Mhm.. You're gonna use me as a pawn to rip my father's gun trade business right from under his feet." (Y/N) ran a hand gently through Hiram's short soft hair. Hiram chuckled.

"You got one part wrong." (Y/N) pulled back, staring down at him.

"And what is that?"

"I won't be using you as a pawn, mi amor." Hiram promised but (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed, doubtful. It clicked in Hiram's head that (Y/N) had probably gotten used to people using him in order to get to his father.

"Then why the hell are you here? You knew Quinten wasn't here." (Y/N) asked.

"To see you again." Hiram told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. (Y/N) blinked, pulling away. Once again, there was that doubt.

"How can I prove it to you?" Hiram asked. He wasn't gonna lie, when he first learned that Quinten had a young adult son, he wanted to either have Veronica seduce him or he himself. Though, the more he studied (Y/N) and learned about him, he was intrigued and interested in more than his family business. (Y/N) had a couple of family issues, it was clear to see, and maybe even some insecurities. Hiram would usually use those insecurities to his advantage but with (Y/N), he didn't want to.

"You have a wife and daughter(s)." (Y/N) reminded, eyes staring intently into Hiram's.

"If they're gonna be a pain in the ass, I don't want you." His words stung and came as a surprise. Everyone wanted a piece of Hiram, whether sexually or violently. (Y/N) got off his lap, taking a few steps back as the door handle jiggled and Quinten stepped in.

"(Y/N)!" Came a screech from a tiny five year old. The little boy practically flew into (Y/N)'s arms.

"Hey, buddy, what'd you get?" He asked. The little boy excitedly showed him his new toys.

"Hi, I'm Maryanne." The young woman introduced herself. Hiram understood. (Y/N) saw his stepmother as a gold digger. She wasn't as young as (Y/N) but she was still in her late twenties to early thirties.

"(Y/N), please cover up. What example are you setting for your brother?" Maryanne asked, hand on hip.

"Like 'Go and get someone who's gonna cheat and use you for your money!' is a better example." (Y/N) scoffed, glaring right back at her.

"Go play with your brother, son." (Y/N) did just that, taking his brother into another room. Maryanne sighed.

"I'm gonna go run a bath." She said, leaving the room with her shopping bags. Quinten poured himself a drink.

"Sorry about them.. Even after five years, they still can't get along." Quinten sat down beside him, offering a drink which Hiram gladly took.

"And why's that?"

"Mary is very religious and she doesn't like that (Y/N)'s mother was a prostitute." Quinten explained. Hiram fully understood the resentment now.

"Was?"

"She contracted a disease that eventually killed her. (Y/N)'s aunt was the one who told me that he even existed." Quinten replied.

"How old was he when she died?" Hiram asked, brows slightly furrowed.

"Ten. A year after he moved in, he got a rebellious phase that he still hasn't grown out of." Quinten sighed deeply, finishing his drink. (Y/N) had been thrusted into the life of Quinten after being raised by a poor mother, of course he was gonna act out. He probably hadn't even gotten the chance to mourn his mother properly. Hiram brought his glass up to his lips. One way or another, (Y/N) would be his and not even Hermione or Veronica could stop him.

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