song I was listening to: don’t stop me - queen
warnings: not scary monsters, hitting people with a flashlight, boxcutter at someone’s throat, brief mentions of guns, tasers, and police, threatening to fillet someone from the knees down, missing someone a lot
other: big Number Five energy lmao, kind of a reader insert ig ??, asks are open so send in requests if you want more
I enter the department store, with one specific purpose. I swing the heavy flashlight in my hand by the hastily attached strap, a wild, cocky expression on my face. An employee welcomes me to their store, her icy blue eyes getting more intense, unnatural, the longer I look at them.
Malicious indifference passes over her face.
"I don't know what you mean. We just got in a new-"
"You know exactly what I'm looking for," I spit, "this is your one warning. Give it back to me or I will take it."
She reaches for a walkie talkie clipped to her waistband. Before she can say anything, I nail her in the head with the flashlight. I run for the front desk and smack the phone out of the manager's hand. She wails, clutching her shattered hand. She turns on me and snarls, light glowing from behind her brown eyes. Contacts. I realize too late. She lunges over the counter and I dodge at the last second. I swing the flashlight again, hitting her square between the shoulder blades. I jump and slide over the counter and enter the back rooms. I pass an equipment room, and quickly stop to grab a box cutter and some tape.
I navigate a short maze of halls and doors, shining the light on each one before the flashlight flickers. That must be the door I’m looking for. A security guard spots me, reaching for a gun or a taser. I knock it out of his fumbling grip before he can do anything. Grabbing his collar, I place the blade of the box cutter, now taped to the top of the flashlight, at his throat. I take his walkie and phone and throw them across the room.
“Enter the code or I will fillet you from the knees down,” I hiss. He starts to sputter some excuse, and I press the metal edge of the flashlight further onto his neck.
“One more chance,” I breathe, “Enter. The. Code.” He presses a few numbers on the key pad under the door handle and it clicks open. I retract the blade and use the flashlight to knock him out. I run into the room, looking around. I rip open boxes and desk drawers until I finally find it. I gently pick up the VHS tape, reading the words in familiar handwriting. I leave the room, passing more doors until I find the break room. I look under the TV and there’s a DVD/VHS player. I breathe a sigh of relief.
I hear distant sirens, and set the VHS down on a table. I start pushing all the tables and chairs, a fridge, some microwaves, and even a vending machine against the doorway and fire exit. Exhausted, I stagger to the TV and insert the VHS tape. I sit on the floor, transfixed as the screen comes to life. An emotion I can’t quite place hits me full force as I see the face on the screen.
‘Forgetting your memories again?’ you ask, your familiar voice engulfing me like a hug.
‘It’s okay, I’ll help you remember.’ I blink away tears so I don’t miss anything. The noises outside get louder, but I don’t even notice. I turn up the volume and keep watching.
Four and a half minutes later the police break through my barricades. As they look around, the empty VHS player logo bounces around the screen. I’m already gone.
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