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TRIGGER WARNING:
In the last part of this chapter (the scenario for Hoodie) there is a scene of attempted sexual assault. Please do not read if you worry it will trigger or upset you.
Jeff the Killer:
The sound of children screaming and laughing filled the air, along with a cool breeze that gently blew your hair. It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky to hide the bright stars and full moon. It was Halloween night, and you were having the time of your life. You decided to skip the party the rest of your friends were at, and just trick or treat like old times with your best friend. They were a simple skeleton, while you were a clown.
"Hold on a moment." You said, and you both stopped. Something had caught your attention. You were trick or treating in your neighborhood, which was across from a dark four hundred acre forest. People really only entered on the hiking trails, but despite there being none nearby someone had just walked out of the trees and made a group of children squeal in fear. You frowned and looked around before stomping across the street, your friend calling after you.
You hated people like that, jerks on Halloween who scared children or people younger then them. Total assholes. You approached the man, but some of the anger driving you forward evaporated when you got a closer look. Not only was he taller then you, at least 5'10 (probably more like 6 feet), but you could understand why the children screamed. He had pale skin, messy dark hair, and bloody slits in the corners of his mouth. His white hoodie was covered in splatters of fake blood, and he was holding a stained knife. You gulped and stared at it nervously. It looked real.
A wolf whistle brought you back to your senses. Your rage from before was rekindled within a second, and you walked right up to his face, forgetting the knife in an instant. "Who the hell do you think you are?! Scaring children like that is-is- just childish and- and incredibly stupid and immature and just mean!" You spat, so pissed you had some trouble forming your sentences. The man stared at you blankly, you were satisfied at the shocked look on his face.
"I . . . didn't even mean to-" He grumbled, but you interrupted him. "Well don't do it again!" You snapped and walked away. "Wow . . . that sure was something." Your friend said as you rejoined them, and you smiled. "I know, I totally gave them a talking to didn't I?" F/N looked up at you, they had been looking behind you. "What? Oh, yeah that was awesome, but I was talking about the way he was checking you out just now. Crazy." You whipped around, but the man was walking away.
"Prick."
Ben Drowned:
"Woooah . . ." You sighed, staring wide eyed at the game before you. You had previously bought Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask from a garage sale down the street, and despite it glitching, freezing, and generally acting rather creepy, you remained amazed and in a very good mood. A box appeared along with some text that read: You met with a terrible fate, haven't you? "A terrible fate? . . . But I'm doing pretty good . . ." You said slowly, your words slurred. Almost as if the game itself was frustrated by your happiness, your character burst into flames quite suddenly and quickly died. Instead of being distressed, you giggled at Link's painful wriggling, and then laughed quite loudly when a black and white image of Link popped up with something leaking out of his mouth and big black pits for eyes. Usually, you'd find this very disturbing, but you were so high off your ass you found the simplest thing amusing.
The screen glitched and turned black. And then a hand popped out of the television, reaching for you. You simply stared, baffled. After the hand came an arm, and then a shoulder, and then a head followed. The head looked up at you, and you stared into its black pits for eyes for what seemed like forever, the blood dripping down its face and the tiny red orbs in the sockets mesmerizing you. It took you a while to realize that the figure currently climbing out of your TV looked like Link, except the blood and red eyes part. It took you a long time to realize a lot of things, like, for example, that people don't usually crawl out of televisions. By the time you remembered this, the figure had climbed completely out of the screen and was now standing over you.
The figure, who you were assuming was a boy, opened his mouth and grinned, dark blood pooling out and dripping onto your floor. This you immediately recognized as not normal, not because it was scary, but because it was RUDE. "Excuse me." You snapped, but your voice sounded . . . well, high. "You're gonna have to clean that up sir, cuz like . . . blood stains carpets, y'know?" The boy stared at you, no longer smiling. He looked like he was trying hard to keep a straight face. "Don't laugh at me." You said, glaring at him. At this, he of course cackled, causing a shiver to go up your spine.
"You're funny." He said simply, but it made you blush. His voice, it sounded electronic like and glitchy, yet . . . really attractive and calming? Before you could ask him the million questions popping into your head, he crawled back through the television, leaving you to stare widely at the screen. "Am I tripping or did that really just happen . . ."
Eyeless Jack:
The autumn leaves crunched under your shoes as you walked, the sound filled the crisp air along with the singing of some birds. You were walking along inside a forest a couple blocks from your house, you always drove by it on your way to work and your curiosity finally pushed you to explore it. It was a beautiful day; chilly, but not a cloud in the sky as you walked along the path. 'Why have I never gone in here before? This is-'
You suddenly walked right into something, or someone, and the wind was knocked out of you. You had been looking up at the sky and the tops of the trees, not watching where you were going. "I apologize." A deep voice said, and a gloved hand reached down for your hand to pick you up off the ground. You paused before taking it, glancing up at the man- you gasped and jumped. The man you had bumped into was wearing a blue mask, with some sort of black substance dripping from the eyes. Your stomach dropped and you gulped.
"I-I . . ." You stammered, at a loss for words. "Do you know where you're going?" He asked, and you finally snapped out of it. You had no idea why this guy was wearing a mask, but it wasn't your business and you weren't going to ask questions. "Y-yes . . . Goodbye." You promptly spun around and walked away, not daring to look back. Fuck looking at pretty trees, you'd rather not be murdered. No thank you.
Masky:
Only ten minutes to go. Only ten minutes until you could leave, go home, and sleep in your comfy warm bed. It was nearly 9pm and dark outside, not that late but still a ridiculous time for a small cafe to close in your opinion. You were one of few in the building, the others in the back, and so you rested against the wall and sighed. It had been an eight hour shift, eight hours of dealing with rude, snotty people. Oh, speak of the devil. . .
Just then, the door opened and a customer walked in. You forced a smile upon your face and stood up straight. "Hello, welcome-" Your face fell. The customer was . . . wearing a mask. Were you being robbed? Before you could speak, though you probably wouldn't be able to anyway, the man walked up and ordered a coffee. A large mocha to be specific. Huh. Surprising.
"O-okay . . . that'll be $3.50 . . ." You stammered. You went to work on the drink, glancing nervously up at him every now and then. His mask was white with black feminine features, and you couldn't quite see his eyes from here. He was tall and, quite honestly, kind of built. He had dark hair and . . . oh my god are those sideburns? 'Y/N stop checking out a creepy masked guy for fuck's sake.' You handed him his drink and muttered goodnight, watching him leave.
. . .
Damn, he's got kind of a nice ass too.
'God dammit Y/N.'
Hoodie (TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL HARASSMENT/ASSAULT):
A wolf whistle pierced the cold air like a bullet. You cringed and walked faster, your heart beating fast. You were walking home from work and of course it was just your luck to run into some creeps. Fear made you tremble and nearly start running as they approached you quickly, but before you could speed off one of the men grabbed your arm. "Hey sweetheart, where ya think you're goin'?" He drawled.
"I-I . . . don't know, I . . ." You squeaked, too scared to form a proper sentence. They laughed, and you gasped as they began pulling you down the street towards an alleyway. "W-wait, I-" You finally mustered up the courage to try and pull away from them, but it was no use, it was three against one, and you weren't that strong to begin with. You began to completely panic as you got pushed onto the ground in the alley, but before you could stand and run away one of them crawled on top of you.
"S-stop! SOMEONE, HE-" He covered your mouth with a hand and grinned, revealing ugly teeth. "Quiet down for now honey, I'll be makin' you scream soon enough." He cackled and began pulling down your pants. Your stomach dropped as you sobbed. You barely heard the gunshot, but you did realize something changed when the man abruptly got off you. You opened your eyes to see the three men running away, but one new one towering over you.
You sniffled as you stared up at him, tears streaming down your face. You weren't even shocked by the frowning face ski mask he was wearing, you were just hoping he wasn't here to hurt you too. He held out his hand, and you hesitated before taking it. You stood there for a moment, holding his gloved hand and rubbing your crying face with the other. You were too shocked to do anything else; you even forgot your pants were still down until he bent down and pulled them up for you, making you blush and nervously mutter a 'thank you.'
He gestured. It took you a moment to realize what he was saying, you finally started walking towards your house and let him walk you home. You didn't say anything to each other, but you felt surprisingly comfortable around him considering his appearance. There was this odd feeling in your gut telling you you could trust this guy. Hopefully it wasn't bullshit.