This is where my long ass fanfic will exist in order, just as a warning in this fanfic there will be mentions of rape, smut, physical/psychological abuse, and underage sex.
My fanfic is based in the creepypasta fandom, a lot of it will be based on popular head cannons I like. Keep in mind im new to writing so if it sucks sorry ;p
I also post on ao3, that's always where i'll update first and where the smut is when I write it early, you can find that here.
Lastly, please feel free to interact! I would love to hear some constructive feedback or someone's thoughts! 💋
By the time (Y/N) woke up it was already late morning, her eyes slowly blinking open. 'What a crazy nightmare' she thought, shuddering at the thought of all those creepy guys in masks. She sat up in the bed and yawned, 'where did I even think something like that up..?' It's not like she watches scary movies, she just listens to "emo" music. Surely that wouldn't give her vivid nightmare-
(Y/N) looked down at the blanket in her hand, why was it so raggedy? And why was this bed so hard? None of her things felt this way. She looked up and froze, not recognizing the room she was in at all. It looked run down and a bit scary compared to her carefully constructed and polished room at home. Immediately upon coming to the realization that her dream wasn't at all a dream, (Y/N) felt dread in the pit of her stomach, seeming to overcome her nervous system. 'I-I gotta get out right? Oh god how did I get here?' She wondered, slowly stepping out of the bed and onto the creaky floor. She winced at the creak that happened every time she took a step, eventually making her way to the window. 'God damnit.. third floor.' she thought, looking down at what would've been a steep fall for her. Well that's scrapped. (Y/N) let out a shaky sigh and decided to head for the door, hoping it was unlocked. "God!" she whispered, cringing that every damn step she took made a creak.
Luckily for her, the door did open. She peaked her head out and looked both ways, seeing a hallway with more rooms to the right and what appears to be a small living room to the left. (Y/N) noted that all the doors were closed, so at least she didn't have to worry about anything creepy popping out at her. She wandered out of the room, startled at the scent of cigarettes. 'Eugh...' (Y/N) felt a bit grossed out by the smell. (Y/N) shook her head to get control of herself, swiftly making her way down the hallway to a staircase. "Yes!" she whispered, pausing as she heard... 'Is that clicking noises?' (Y/N) jumped as she heard loud cheering joined by someone's disgruntled grumbles.
"In your face Jeff! Fucking loser!" Someone cheered, (Y/N) felt herself get more on edge. While no one may be up here with her there were clearly people downstairs. But... they didn't seem to notice she was up and moving yet, maybe she could sneak past them?
"Shut up Ben! Fuck you probably cheated!" Some other voice yelled, giving (Y/N) a chance to slowly make her way down the stairs, the two seemingly never-ending bickering covered any noises (Y/N) made, she made sure to step close to the wall to avoid any creaks. By the time she made to to the last step, she realized there must've been another living room right next to the stair case, but there was also another set of stairs! 'Maybe...Maybe I just wait till they're focused again? and they won't notice me.' She nodded to her thoughts, surely that was the only thing she could do to get out-
"What are you doing?" a voice asked a quick whistle following afterward, (Y/N) felt her blood run cold. Slowly her head tilted up and saw those same brown eyes she saw yesterday, just this time without the orange goggles. (Y/N) whimpered at the sight of half the mans fucking cheek gone, she snapped her head back down towards the hall and continuing staircase.
"Who are you talking to T-T-Ticci Toby?" A mocking voice called out from the living room, (Y/N) took her chance and ran, sprinting down the staircase. She saw a door and decided her only chance of survival was slamming through it, she could hear footsteps behind her and knew she didn't have any chance of sneaking now. (Y/N) barreled through the door surprised that it slammed right back into the face of whoever was chasing her. Thank god it was just a push door and not a handle door. (Y/N) made a quick left only to be met by a terrifyingly tall man in a suit... is that tentacles? (Y/N) felt like she was going to faint.
The oddly white man turned around and stared down at (Y/N) with no face, "Oh my god." (Y/N) whimpered, what the fuck was in front of her? Before she knew it she heard people come in behind her, she glanced over her shoulder, but ended up wishing she didn't. (Y/N) saw now three guys, one with black eyes and blonde hair, one with pale skin and cuts along his mouth, and lastly that same boy with those soft brown eyes.
"Sorry Boss! we'll take her back upstairs!" The blond one said nervously, reaching forward and yanking on (Y/N) arm.
"Wait B-B-Ben don't!"- (N/N) blinked and instinctively turned and swung on the guy holding her arm with all her power. She had thought she was still surrounded by those men in masks, just to see she was surrounded by all kinds of freaks.
"Oh what the fuck." she muttered, lately every time she gets triggered out it's some weird shit. Her eyes scanned the scene in front of her, one man down, one standing to the side, and one reaching for her. She squared her arms in front of her face, prepared to swing before this god awful headache hit her. It immediately made her nauseas.
"Enough. I don't have time for this now. Take her to her room." A voice seemed to boom in (N/N)'s mind, leaving her confused and aching.
(N/N) felt a rough yank on her arm, making her stumble forward. Hand immediately headed to stabilize her head, which felt like it was spinning. (N/N) looked up with a glare, seeing a guy with cut cheeks, a pale face and greasy long black hair. The guy yanked her again, beginning to drag her to the door (Y/N) previously ran out of. (N/N) followed helplessly, still holding her head through the worst headache she's ever had.
"J-Jeff! be gentle!" One of the guys said behind them, (N/N) glanced back at him. He actually did seem a bit concerned for her, though he just as strange as the man dragging her. He wouldn't stop twitching, and he had a huge gash on his cheek. (N/N) finally got a look at the guy she punched, about her size, blonde with... black and red eyes?
"Oh what the fuck?" she mumbled, headache seeming to lighten as they went up the stairs, further away from that faceless monster.
"She sure got your ass good Ben! Who knew a girl could take you out so easily." The greasy mess said, 'that one must be Jeff...Which makes the blonde one ben... who the fuck is the other one?' she thought to herself, grunting as she knocked into the wall due to Jeff's less than helpful guidance.
"She only got me cause I wasn't expecting it! I could take her down no problem!" Ben huffed, clearly embarrassed.
"Jeff! W-what did I say? Be g-fuck!- gentle with her!" The one with fluffy brown hair yelled, making (N/N) head ring a little. She glanced back at him, her eyes lingering as she checked him out. Which seemed to make him trip over himself for a second.
"Shut up Toby! Fix your s-s-stuttering issue before you try and tell me what to do!" Jeff mockingly said, which only seemed to make Toby more upset.
By the time they made it to the top floor (N/N)'s headache was gone, but for now she decided to just listen. It didn't seem like these guys wanted to kill her, so until she could escape she'll remain docile. 'Fucking horrible game plan.' she thought to herself miserably. Jeff yanked her arm again, tossing her into a room like she was some annoying child. (N/N) stumbled into the room, looking back at the doorway guarded by three men.
"Toby, you seem to care about this random bitch. You babysit her." Jeff said haphazardly, "Come on Ben, we have a game to continue." Jeff walked off into the hallway, leaving Ben to stare at (N/N) for a second before walking after Jeff. The two of them yapping like dogs and something (N/N) couldn't hear. Instead her gaze settled on the boy in front of her, lean build, odd twitches, no weapons that she could see. (N/N) might just be able to take him, but for now she's working on figuring this place out first.
"... Hi.." Toby said, looking at (N/N) with curiosity in his eyes, and something else (N/N) couldn't quite place. She stayed silent, trying to figure out what his deal was.
"Im not here to hurt you." He offered, thinking that's why (N/N) wasn't responding to him. Truthfully she was a little distracted by his twitching at this point.
"... Why are you twitching and stuff?" She asked plainly, needing to get that out the way before any sort of polite discussion can take place. Toby's cheeks quickly turned a cute shade of red, clearly embarrassed she asked about his twitches and stuttering. 'What is that an insecurity or something?' she thought, (N/N) ended up being an antisocial blunt little shit, and (Y/N) ended up being shy and insecure, so neither one of them were really suited for chatting it up. Must be why (N/N) was starting to feel a little bad about her question.
"I-I-I have a c-condition." He mumbled, his head twitching to the side a bit more than it did earlier. 'God damnit' (N/N) sighed, now really feeling bad about asking, even though she was the kidnapped one.
"...So.. is everyone here suffering from some disability?" She hummed, which surprised Toby.
"Yeah... Shit- in a way..." He mumbled. 'Great! Ive been kidnapped into a disability cult!' (N/N) couldn't help but chuckle under her breath, taking a seat on the bed.
"Perfect! Just perfect." she muttered, "So what do you guys even want anyway?" She asked, brushing her hair out of her face, wishing she had a damn hair tie before she was kidnapped.
"OH! And who was that asshole who punched me in the damn face?" (N/N) had a score to settle with him. She glanced to Toby and faltered at his surprised look. "...what...?" Did she have something on her face?
Toby tried to hide it, but eventually let out his laughs. "Y-youre really strange... Maybe you do-do belong here." He snickered, twitching in the doorway. (N/N) had to stop the smile trying to make its way on her face, something about this boys laugh was contagious.
"Here, I snagged this for you." He smiled, coming closer and pulling a phone and headphones out of his pocket, (N/N)'s phone and headphones. (N/N) felt her eyes widen in surprise, reaching out for the phone and quickly taking it back.
"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?" she muttered, looking up at him with confused eyes. "After all, you guys did kidnap me."
"Kidnap... you don't know us yet but...but I have a feeling you'd rathe-rather be here." He said with a kind smile snapping his fingers and whistling with a twitch, (N/N) felt a weird warmth in her stomach, something she's never felt before. She quickly looked back down at her phone, a light blush building on her cheeks.
Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad here, after all, she has a bed, her phone! And other freaks, she wouldn't have to suffer through being around normies anymore.
"Okay... Well do I have to stay in my room or?" she hummed, looking back at Toby.
"No! No, we just-just didn't know you would run." He said, curiosity in his statement, like he couldn't understand why she would run. (N/N) figured it must've been (Y/N) that got spooked, not that she blamed her.
"Yeah... well she's easy to spook." (N/N) shrugged, seeing Toby only seemed more confused. "I have a condition too, there's two of me in here." she hummed, pointing at her head. "You've met (Y/N) right? she's a bit softer then I."
Toby nodded slowly, like he thought the girl was crazy. "So she's the one Fuck!- who ran?" (N/N) nodded along to his question. "Oh." he seemed satisfied with that answer.
"Well... What's your name?" he asked, leaving (N/N) a little dumbfounded, did she introduce her host before herself? A little embarrassing.
"(N/N)." she mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed about introducing someone who's not even here before herself.
"(N/N)..." He said, like he was testing out your name on his tongue. "Do you want to meet-meet everyone?" He asked, goofy smile on his face.
(N/N) paused, did she? Meeting a bunch of freaks wasn't on her bucket list today but... seeing she had a whole new life all of a sudden she guessed it would be polite to meet everyone. She nodded, stuffing her phone into her pockets and taking confident steps towards Toby. "Let's go." She smiled.
Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day
Chapter 3
(Y/N) slowly blinked her way into consciousness, a slow melody seeming to wake her up.
"wake me up when September ends-" (Y/N) looked around seeing she was in her room, sitting on her bed. 'What the fuck..' She thought, looking down at her phone she saw it was- 'Fucking Sunday? What the fuck it was just Friday!' (Y/N) felt like she was drowning in confusion and fear, weird shit happens all the time but losing two whole days from memory is not normal. She grabbed her phone but dropped it as a sharp pain flew through her hand, looking down at her hand she saw it bandaged and shuddered. "seriously what the fuck..." She mumbled, inspecting her own hand. Carefully she pulled back the bandage and gasped, seeing the gnarly cut on her hand she quickly covered it back up and held it to her chest.
(Y/N) did have weird shit happen all the time, she'd wake up with bruises or cuts she didn't remember getting, she'd blink and suddenly it was hours later then when she thought it was- overall a lot a weird things happened to (Y/N). She just played it off as her losing track of time, being clumsy, being an airhead. Her family had always played off her confusions and told her she was just dozing off.
Slowly she sat up from her bed, heading to her vanity and opening the side drawer with a sense of desperation. Sometimes (Y/N) would find these notes, notes written in a different hand writing than her own. Truthfully it had freaked her out when she found them, making her think someone had been in her room. So she hid them wondering if maybe her mom or dad would come to claim them, but they never did. (Y/N) pulled the notes out of the drawer and sighed heavily, for some reason she felt glad they were still there. 'At least im not crazy about something.." she thought, putting her notes back and going back to her phone. She shut off the music and went for the door, opening it up and heading down the stairs.
"Mom? Dad?" She called, hearing nothing but silence back. She wandered through the living room to the kitchen, hoping to find someone who could tell her what happened to her hand. Instead she found a note on the kitchen table.
"Sweetheart, Mom and I have a meeting to go to. We'll be back late, pizzas in the microwave." (Y/N) scoffed, 'thats just great.' She thought, now no one could tell her what happened to her hand. She sighed, putting the note in the trash as she went to grab a piece of pizza. Not at all happy that she got the house to herself, her mind was just swimming with confusion and... the starting of a headache. (Y/N) reached into the microwave and grabbed a piece of pizza, taking a bite as she looked out the dark window. 'How creepy' she thought, her mom was a tad bit lazy so she never closed the blinds, because closing them would mean reopening them in the morning.
(Y/N) walked away from the window, turning off the light as she walked away into the living room. She sighed and collapsed on the couch, still eating that bland pice of pizza. She zoned out, thinking of how all these weird things have been happening but no one seems to notice but her. 'I know im not like normal kids but surely this is too strange?' she thought, she knows she has no friends or social life but no one every writes or makes movies about someone who loses track of time and gets random injuries? (Y/N) sighed and got up from the couch, about to go throw her pizza away before pausing in fear. She gasped and ran to her room, discarding the pizza along the stairs. She quickly slammed her door closed and whimpered, 'what the fuck was that?!' she thought, she swore she just saw someone peeking in through the kitchen window. That's when she saw it, a man outside her window in the tree. Wearing some brown hoodie and a mask covering his lower face, as well as some orange goggles. (Y/N) swallowed hard and opened the door again to run away only to run straight into another man, (Y/N) fell back onto her ass, hissing at the pain in her body do to the connection to the floor. In a moment of confusion she looked up and cried out at the sight of a man with a black mask and yellow hoodie on.
"W-who are you?" she whimpered, a thousand possibilities running through her mind. A robbery? A kidnapping? 'Fuck I hope im not getting kidnapped' she thought. The man stared at her for a long while, before taking a step towards her. (Y/N) gasped and quickly scrambled up and towards the window, maybe she could escape- "oh god." she whimpered, seeing that same man that was in her tree now crouching on her window sill, looking at her with these soft brown eyes. Suddenly she felt this dread inside her, hearing footsteps behind her and arms grab her-
(N/N) blinked, gasping at the sight of that same hatchet wielding psycho from the tunnel. Her mind short circuited and she put all her strength into elbowing whoever was grabbing her from behind, she felt the grip loosen and quickly turned throwing a mean left hook before running past the freak in yellow. She had thought it was her father that triggered her but turns out she was in a much bigger problem. She could hear the squeak of her bed and the sound of two bodies shuffling behind her, so she ran as quickly as she could down the stairs and to the now completely open front door. She sprinted out the door but stopped at the sight of her two "parents" laying face down in the lawn, 'are-are they dead?' she thought, seeing no movement or breathing (N/N) opened her mouth to scream. Thinking her next plan was just to alert the neighbors, that was before she felt all the air leave her lungs as she was roughly tackled to the ground by some random guy in a white mask.
"I thought you had this handled Brain!" The guy hissed quietly, holding (N/N) down. Not that it took much, that tackle was so aggressive (N/N) felt it was hard to breathe let alone struggle. She glanced to the open door, seeing the two other men standing there staring down at her.
"Did you have to tackle her so h...hard?" The one with goggles questioned harshly, his head twitching to the side every few seconds.
"Not like you had it handled!" The man in the white mask huffed, putting his hand over (N/N)'s mouth just in case she got enough energy to scream.
"Both of you. Enough. Get her to the truck." The man in the yellow hoodie said, leaving (N/N)'s eyes to widen. 'If they get you to a second location you're as good as dead.' (N/N) used all her energy to struggle, getting a small gap between her mouth and the mans hand she roughly bit it.
"OH FUCK!" the man yelled, pulling his hand back before using it to punch (N/N) straight across the face. (N/N) was not used to feeling the strength of a fully grown man punch her in jaw so it knocked her clean out.
"D-dude! She's just a girl!" the one with goggles yelled, seeming to feel bad about girl getting such a rough knock out.
Before the white mask could respond the one with a yellow hoodie held his hands up, "Enough! you're causing too much attention!" he hissed, already seeing some lights in the neighborhood go on.
"Get her in the truck now!" He mumbled, walking to a truck parked just outside the house. Leaving the white masked man to throw (N/N) over his shoulder and rush with the goggle boy to the truck. They squeezed into the three seater, having to hold (N/N) on their laps as they drove away into the distance. Leaving a mess in their wake.
(N/N) found herself staring out the window of the moving car, sitting in the back in complete silence. Not that her parents were talking, their silence was damn near suffocating. After all, one was sitting in her anger while the other was ignoring her like a child throwing a tantrum. (N/N) sighed, feeling a bit of anxiety building in her stomach. Once every few months there was a gathering to watch these fights, gives the fighters enough time to rest up to hopefully win another match and keeps the whole ordeal hidden away from normies eyes. (N/N) watched the tree line as they drove what seemed like forever, her eyes focused on what appeared to be... was that a person? She sat up in her seat and looked back as the car moved forward, she swore she just saw some someone walking through the forest. 'Don't people usually drive to these things?' she wondered, leaning back in her seat before someone decided to question her.
But the sight of that white blur in the middle of a forest kind of made her uneasy for some reason, was it even real? Surely she wasn't going crazy already... Her eyes drifted back to the green scenery outside.
'No. No I saw something- someone. Were there more?' Her thoughts were eating her alive in this silent mind numbing ride. Unfortunately for her they made it to their venue. This seemingly abandoned town in the middle of no where, she couldn't help but wonder how they kept away wanderers now that she saw that white blur. The car keeps driving to the edge of the abandoned town, where they found the turnpike tunnel which went deep into the mountains. This of course was where they held the fights, this is what (N/N) dreaded the most. Soon the car was parked, off under a tree a bit away from the tunnel.
"Well! Let's go family!" The man chirped happily, probably excited for some blood shed and some earning money. At least that was (N/N) ideas, she had no real idea why they chose to participate in underground rings, or why they decided to traffic some random child to do it to.
'How many came before me?' She wondered, stepping out of the car silently with the rest of them. Already feeling the anxious jitters she always got, wondering if this would be her last day. As they walked up to the tunnel (N/N) shuttered, feeling someone's eyes on her. She stopped and turned, staring off at the greenery and buildings in the distance.
"I could be swore..." she mumbled, seeing nothing out in the woods or in the distance. She half expected to see that white blur again, but nothing. Suddenly she felt a yank of her arm, she gasped and stumbled backward. Looking towards the arm grabbing hers she recognized it as her "mothers".
"Not thinking of escaping are you? Im sure you remember what happened last time?" She questioned quietly, her husband already gone into the dark tunnel ahead. (N/N) shook her head quickly, trying not to get in trouble with this woman. She may have no real influence but she sure had a mean hand. Said hand let go of (N/N), but those piercing eyes watched until (N/N) finally got the hint and rushed into the tunnel.
After a few feet (N/N) found it, the door hidden in the dark tunnel. Originally these rooms were used as control rooms for the tunnel system, now they've been cleared out to make room for cage fights. (N/N) took a deep breath, trying to calm her jumpy nerves before walking in. When she finally did she found her "father" standing at the edge of the cage.
"Fucking finally, seriously you women just take your sweet time." he huffed, grabbing (N/N) shoulders and turning them to point out her opponent.
"There, he's barely taller than you are, not much bigger then you either. must not feed him well." He mumbled in her ear, (N/N) immediately started checking him out. The man was right, the guy was about 5'6 or 5'7, and a bit scrawny. He had dirty blond hair that was short and barely maintained, but had plenty of scars. (N/N) sighed, starting to feel the guilt of having to take someone's life and the anxiety of this maybe being the final fight she ever fights. She was startled out of her thoughts by a clap on her back, being pushed towards the door of the cage.
"Go and win." The man cheered in an over confident tone, (N/N) couldn't help but seriously wonder what he gets out of this. 'Sick fuck.' She thought with a huff, stepping into the cage. Luckily there weren't any weapons yet, but she knows it's only a short time before they throw something in to end the fight once and for all. A shrill squeal of metal scraping against metal made her turn around, seeing that her and her opponent have been closed into the cage. The boy didn't look blood thirsty, he looked desperate and hungry. (N/N) felt a pang in her heart as she raised her fists to her face, she always hated this.
The two of them circled the cage, staring at each other, waiting for the bell to ring. Once it did the boy wasted no time, hurling himself at (N/N) and hitting the cage wall as she dodged. Her eyes squinted as she quickly threw a jab at his ribs, hearing him gasp at the pain and jump back. He glared at her as he held his ribs, (N/N) knew it wasn't out of real anger, but a sense of danger, the need to survive. The boy rushed at her, throwing a punch at her jaw. (N/N) barely missed it, losing her balance and falling to the floor. 'Fuck!' She thought, feeling the cold kiss of pain in her arm and side. Before the boy could kick she rolled, scrambling to get up. At this point they were both huffing and puffing, survival was a hell of a motivator despite the pain. (N/N) could barely hear the cheers from the patrons of this sick sport, she couldn't hear the way they whispered bets to each other with obscene amounts of money.
The fight went on, dodged punches, connecting kicks, attempts at getting close, running for distance. (N/N) gasped for air as a kick landed against her stomach, sending her falling to the ground. she attempted to roll but was quickly trapped by the boy. Who started throwing his fists like crazy at (N/N), who was barely managing to keep her arms up in defense. "Knife!" Someone yelled, (N/N) felt her blood run cold as a knife was thrown into the cage.
'Already?! Fuck I don't have the upper hand!' She thought desperately. The boy turned his head at the sound of the knife landing a foot or two behind him, (N/N) used this chance to throw a quick right hook. Which successfully landed and got this boy off of her, body aching and mind running she dived for the knife. Unfortunately the boy had the same plan, both diving for the knife, a struggle ensued. Both trying the yank the handle out of the others hand, laughing and general conversation happening all around them from these damn parasites.
"Fuck!" (N/N) screamed, accidentally grabbing the blade in her panic. She flinched back and gripped her now bleeding gash, 'fuckfuckfuck!' she thought, feeling the boy pounce on her with the knife.
"Im sorry." the boy seemed to mouth, before raising the knife above his head to plunge down at (N/N), (N/N) closed her eyes and felt the tears well in her eyes. She didn't want it to end this way-
A scream echoed in the room, everyone's attention snapping to the man hysterically crying on the ground near the entrance. Covered in gashes and blood, others soon began screaming at the sight. The people rushed away from the man, watching as a masked man stepping in after him. Wearing hoodie with different shades of brown and goggles with an orange tint. Holding two hatches covered in blood. The figure stared at his victim which fell pitifully before his feet, seeming to have no more energy left.
The boy above (N/N) flinched at the screams, missing his stab aimed at (N/N)'s head. His own head snapping towards the figure at the door, (N/N) opened her eyes and wasted no time. She snatched the knife from his loosened grip and slit his throat from below, watching in horror as the blood sprayed all over her. She shoved the body off of her and let out a shuddering sigh, feeling the blood rush through her veins at the fact she almost died. Speaking of which, she glanced to the door and froze. Seeing a man dead on the ground with two hatchets in his back. Her eyes trail up to the man holding the hatchets, seeing that they're making eye contact her blood went cold. 'Holy fuck. Im screwed.' She thought, 'who the fuck is this psycho? some cop? How else did he find this place?'
(N/N) watched as the man twitched, slowly taking his hatchets out of the man back he began to walk towards the cage before suddenly stopping. Flinching like something was hurting him, he paused before turning back and rushing out. The room was silent in shock and fear, before people quickly began to gather their things to rush out.
"Stupid thing! Get out already we're leaving!" The woman hissed, opening the cage door. (N/N) scrambled to her feet and ran to her fake mother, her wrist snatched and yanked out of the room into the cold air. (N/N) and her family ran to their vehicle, visibly relieved at the sight it was undisturbed. Usually they would clean her up before allowing her into the car but clearly this was a different situation. All three rushed into the vehicle and started it, rushing out of the town along side others who were running to their own vehicles and driving away.
(N/N) still felt her heart racing as she stared out the window, holding her gashed hand to her chest. 'What just happened? Who was that? Is this all over?' (N/N) felt her body jolt forward before she slammed back into her seat, her eyes quickly looked forward to see a car stopped in front of them. Which appears to be from the same group as them but with a flat tire.
"Fuck! Go around now!" The women yelled, beginning a screaming match with the husband, something about there being no room. (N/N) felt her head begin to hurt at all the yelling and stress, she leaned in her seat and glanced out the window. Only to feel her blood run cold, deep in the darkness of the trees she noticed a tall... man... with- fuck is that tentacles coming out of his back? Her eyes scanned up to his face, only to pause when she saw he had none. "H-holy fuck.." she whispered in fear, watching him slowly take steps through the woods towards their car.
(N/N) jolted again as the car finally seemed to move, skirting around the car on the road and driving away with quick speed. (N/N) craned her neck to look back at the figure only to see it gone, she sat back in her seat and stared at the ground. "what the fuck." she whispered, feeling like she's going insane at what just happened. At least her headache went away? For some reason (N/N) couldn't help but feel like this wasn't the end of it.
'Who knew ferns could be so beautiful? A plant that thrives in the darkness of a shaded forest, truly the whole forest is beautiful. Dark, lush, and so so green.' A shrill bell startled (Y/N) from her thoughts, her eyes darting away from the window to the room she had been shamelessly ignoring. Her peers had already began leaving the classroom, bags packed and conversations booming with excitement over the weekend. (Y/N) cheeks burned slightly as she rushed to shove her books in her bags, embarrassed she had zoned out in yet another class.
(Y/N) Cordine, a new student in this random high school. Officially just moved from the hot desert state of Nevada, so this greenery? Absolutely magical to the girl. She's already picked a window seat in every class just to stare at the forest. something about it was so... mysterious? It grabbed her attention and wouldn't let go, almost like it was calling her.
(Y/N) sighed as she hastily grabbed her bag and walked out of the already empty classroom, 'yay! new school and already the weird girl who doesn't talk' she thought to herself, walking through the crowded hallways feeling insecure. She hadn't spoken a single time to anyone all day, and week one of school was now over, she was officially friendless. Not that she had friends at her old school, she'd always felt a bit... off. Others seemed to pick up on it and just left her alone, occasionally make fun of her behind her back. It hurt, not having a social life, not having the typical teenage friendships with fun adventures that teach you life lessons. She yearned for those connections but, was just too shy to make them. So her life became home, school, home, school so on so forth. It had always been that way, ever since she was a little girl.
Slowly she had begun to walk home, whipping out her wired headphones and connecting them to her phone. She went through her playlist, looking for her favorite song as she walked.
"ah, there it is." she mumbled to herself, Join Me In Death. She hummed along to the song, letting the fantasies in her mind run wild. She couldn't help but want someone strong, someone romantic...but in a dark way. Someone who would take care of her, it was silly but it was her biggest daydream. She put her song on repeat, zoning out as she walked past lush greenery and under looming trees. Before she knew it she was walking through her front door, gently sliding off her shoes and putting them into the shoe rack.
"(Y/N)?" a voice called out, a plump woman stepping into the living room with a dish and a rag in her hands. (Y/N) jumped, pulling her headphones from her ears and turning to face the woman. The woman sighed, a glimmer of... anger? no, envy in her eyes. Which only left (Y/N) sighing herself, unsure as to why her mother stared at her with such uncaring eyes. Yet she always had, like she had stolen something from her mother.
"We have somewhere to be later. Go get changed." her mother said flatly before turning around back into the kitchen, (Y/N) nodded slowly and walked past the kitchen to the stairs. She sighed as she walked up the stairs, wrapping her headphones around her hand so she could put them away properly. As she stepped into her bedroom she heard steps coming down the hall, steps coming from her parents bedroom. For some reason her heart began to race, confusion and dread filled her veins, surely it was just her father? Why was she-
Her once straight posture slouched a bit, her shy but wide eyes becoming exhausted and suspicious as her father entered the room behind her. Her entire sense of self shifting into someone else as her father walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug with energy that shouldn't be directed at a daughter.
"(N/N)?" he mumbled in her ear, sending shivers up her spine as her shoulders instinctively rolled back to attempt and make some space between them. With the hug loosened she turned around and stared up at the man she called father, taking a step back out of disgust for the man now in front of her.
"what do you want." she grumbled, feeling the anxiety building in her chest. As the alter, (N/N) knew everything. Knew that these people weren't really her family, but instead traffickers she's lived with since before she could remember. Her eyes darted around for a second, looking at the carefully crafted room. Ah, no wonder she shifted out, usually (Y/N) the host identity was going through daily life. Doing chores, school work, watching tv. (N/N) only came out when things were too tough for the other to handle, and seeing that her "father" was here it was one of two things. Sex with this vile man, or fight night. (N/N) really hoped it was the latter.
"Sweetheart, don't be so cold to me," he gently teased, checking his watch. Enjoying how he made the girl in front of him visibly uncomfortable.
"You know tonight is fight night, right? But dear we seem to have some time till then. Surely we can have some fun first right?" he said, his sleazy words making (N/N) cringe.
"No. Your wife wouldn't like that." she mumbled, unlike (Y/N) she knew why the woman always looked at her with those eyes, because she was envious that this girl they bought as bait for fights ended up being the thing her husband groomed for more.
"Aw, (N/N), you know I don't care." He chuckled, closing the door behind him.
(N/N) felt.. disgusted by herself, by her situation, by the man that was getting dressed beside her bed. She covered herself with the sheet, feeling like it was her only defense against the vulnerability of this situation. Despite what already happened.
"Let's get up now (N/N), it's time to take you to fight. Surely you'll win us some money tonight right?" He asked with the expectation of an answer. One (N/N) didn't want to give, but knew she should.
"...yes." She mumbled, much to her dismay spending all these years in a fight trafficking ring did make her quite the fighter. At her age? people weren't content seeing just fighting, they wanted death. (N/N) felt a little numb, zoning out slightly as she thought of the lives she's taken. Other teenagers who weee just trying their best to survive, going through god knows what behind closed doors. Teens just like her. The man snapped his fingers as he opened the door.
"Up, Lets go." He hummed, giving her one last glance before walking out the room. Closed door behind him as he went on with his life, like he didn't actively violate someone two seconds ago. (N/N) felt some tears well up in her eyes, but quickly shook her head to not let them fall. Now was not the time, she shakily stood up discarding the sheet as she walked to the dresser and got dressed. She wore the usual, a tight tank and some biker shorts. The less her opponents have to grab onto the better. She walked to her vanity, tying her hair back in the mirror but slowly letting the hair fall. Distracted as she stared at herself, wondering if life was ever going to get better. Realistically these things have an expiration date, but her freedom wasn't what she got at the end of her service, Instead it'll most likely be death. After all she knew too much about these people, the circles they run in, the trafficking itself. It's a wonder they even let her go to school, appearances are a hell of a thing to keep up.
She sighed and went back to tying her hair up and out of the way, standing from the vanity and walking out of the room. From the top of the stairs she could see them, those despicable people who call themselves her parents. Dressed like they were going to watch a show with dinner, fucking assholes. (N/N) walked down the stairs, meeting them at the door.
"Finally." The woman grumbled, clearly upset about something, which wasn't to hard for (N/N) to guess, but its not like she wanted to sleep with the womans husband.
"Oh sh. Let's go now family." The man said with a grin, opening the door for them all to go in the car. (N/N) couldn't help but think the guy must be psychotic. Giving a slight shake of her head, she had no choice but to follow them to the car, closing the door behind her. Hopefully she'll survive tonight.
