My first time posting on here. But not my first time posting a fanfic. Link above is my A03 account if you want to read some more (there I triple check stuff and make edits, which I don’t really do here) 😼 So sorry in advance for spelling/grammar mistakes. I also wrote it in third person which ik some people don’t like but I just wanted to try it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
TADC Humanized (somewhat an AU)??
Caine + Gender Neutral! Reader
Summary: A series of thrilling events on a night out. It’s best not to be alone though. (This was based on a dream I had so hopefully you enjoy what I’ve conjured up from it)
With a sigh, a figure hops in a car, placing a camera in the dashboard to hit record. The door slams shut blocking them from the foggy parking lot of a retail store. In frame, they begin, “Hey guys. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted a video, but I’ve got bills to pay you know. And this isn’t exactly doing all the heavy lifting.” Letting out a breathy laugh they continue, “Well anyway, I hate my fucking job. Don’t we all? But why not use this as an amazing opportunity to blow off some steam. I’ll see you guys in a bit.”
With that they click another button turning the camera recorder off, placing it in the cup holder. Fiddling with the screen of the car, a map pulls up showing the directions to the selected location.
Once they pull up to said location it’s made clear that they’re mostly likely alone. It’s midnight, no cameras in sight, the lot is empty, and all lights, except for street lamps, are off. Slowly but swiftly they step out of the car, camera in hand. The entrance of this place looks normal enough, at least it’s not abandoned. Now. How to get inside?
Their phone buzzes and they jump. “Oh, it’s just you.” Looking down at their phone they see a notification from one of their friends, Jazzy. Jazzy works at this entertainment place for those of all ages to enjoy. Anyway, back to the notification that’s important. Their phone reads,
“Hey I almost forgot to send you the passcode so you don’t need to break into the damn place.”
They roll their eyes. Finally receiving this mysterious passcode they punch it into the lock unlocking the door. 5-1-9-7
Opening the door a strange odor is present mostly of plastic and fried foods. With a scrunched nose they move forward until they reach the front desk. There they set up the camera before going live. Throughout the live stream they play around in the bounce houses, jungle gym, and playground area. This was their way of letting off that steam, plus maybe it’ll pull in some viewers with some new content. Their job paid what was so close, if not, minimum wage. The customers never cared to treat them as a human being. They kinda understood because they were all just victims of their capitalist system trying to get by, but it never hurt to spread a little kindness. Jeez.
But forget about that, it’s tiring trying to be serious all of the time, it’s time to live for a bit. They don’t get many viewers but they prefer it that way, to have a small community of supporters. Quite generous ones too because they’re the ones that keep one of their favorite streamers on their feet. Later on in the stream, they come across a creepy hallway with a red blinking light down the hall. They are NOT good with ominous things or anything creepy, but one of their loyal followers donated around half a thousand dollars for it. With a sigh, they build up the courage to explore down the hallway making a turn to spot a room full of games not just like an arcade but more of a mix of that and a gaming room with quite a few computers around. A few of the computers look a bit old while the rest are newer looking.
They sit down in front of one of the old computers. Attempting to turn it on it starts to make these annoyingly loud noises as the power button flashes red. In panic they shut it off immediately. Completely embarrassed they move on, “Sorry headphones users that was pretty loud, huh? I’ll just go back to the playground area before I leave.” Going back down the hallway the place reverts back to its eerie atmosphere. Letting it get the best of them they freeze and also shatter into pieces from what they see next. Slightly faded into the darkness, a human-like figure stands a bit distorted. Before they could even show the camera the unknown creature dashes off.
Only a gasp can escape their throat before they continue to cautiously exit the building. But before that they must go down the slide one more time. With haste they skedaddle across the floor climbing up the giant ladder. As they’re about to go down they spot the similar shape once again. In panic they slide down immediately leaving and locking the door of the establishment. After ending the live stream they call Jazzy to let them know the door is locked, but that’s the last thing they're worried about. They’re just hoping they don’t get followed.
Back in the car they drive back home trying to forget the few freaky occurrences that they had encountered. To distract themselves they begin to blast their favorite playlist. Soon they come to a stop and a random man wrapped up in a cloth stands by their window. Already put off by the events of tonight they screamed. Thinking they are about to get trafficked they prepare for defense and slightly roll the window down. He remains calm walking closer but you stay on guard ready to push on the gas if necessary. The mysterious man then speaks with an animated but low voice, “Excuse me, comrade-“. Comrade?
“-would you please help me get back to my home. I was told I could back through the use of your car.”
The man then points at the screen of your car and it blinks with a red dot. Confused and still a bit jumpy they reject his request. “I’m sorry? I really wish I could help but I cannot take you home. I do hope you find your way home though.” He finally backs away for the car immediately responding in a monotone fashion, “Alright that’s fine. I’ll just-“. Within the split of a second he glitches his way into the fucking car. WHAT IS GOING ON? Immediately they react screaming and putting their foot on the gas, speeding all the way into their neighborhood. They knew he wouldn’t go anywhere but hoped the laws of physics would keep him far away from them.
Losing control of the wheel when making a turn they swerve, resulting in them flying out of the car and the man also disappearing. On the ground writhing in pain you noticed that your neighborhood is completely empty with no one or cars in sight. Before placing their head on the ground again they remember why they're in the situation. Due to the spike of adrenaline and fear they jump up on a twisted ankle and dash to the car to find some sort of shelter from the erratic man. As they’re about to drive the man appears once again on the side of the car. Revealed to be a DILF ringmaster of some sort, dressed in black and red with black dress shoes, now all wrinkled and dirty. His hair was red and white along with his mustache and bread, disheveled. As you look up they see a crazed look in his eyes blue and green. He grips the handle of the car, shaking it, threatening to rip it off. They sit there in a pool of fear feeling trapped. At the same time they spot one of the broken windows. Without warning he climbs through the window. Screaming once again they switch into a fighting mood. “Get out of my fucking car?! What the hell are you on?!”
“You crazy person, I just want to get home!!” A back and front on pushing and hitting ensues as the ringmaster then grabs their twisted ankle. Then a punch is thrown, and they grab the wheel swerving once again. The ringmaster recovers, reaching from the back to grab the wheel but soon crashing into a mailbox of one of the neighbors. The man climbs to the front as attempting to push them out of the seat but then wraps his arms under them bringing them into a princess carry. Meanwhile they are yelling and cussing him out, holding onto the wheel for dear life. After a few minutes of struggle then the car screen turns on once again with that same red dot. The car begins to start honking on its own. After the honks finish a random voice can be heard from all around “Welcome to Surrealist World of Virtual Reality.”
The man jumps up in joy. “Finally! Home sweet home.” He snaps himself into a more presentable form of attire. Sat in confusion they don’t know how to respond with anything but, “What are you talking about?” Don’t ask questions you’re not willing to accept. The man responds, “Didn’t you hear on the intercom the Surrelastic World of Virtual Reality.” They continue to sit in the silence, comprehending what they just heard but nothing is making sense.
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