I Hope I Charcaterized Them Well.... I Dont Usually Write For UT But The Brainrot Got A Hold Of Me..... - Blog Posts

You hiss, eyes screwing shut as the pain on the back of your head flares.

Of all the things that would do you in, it was a rock. A damn pebble. Lovely.

The whole thing was just so horror movie cliche, you wouldn't be surprised if there was someone out there, groaning at your incompetence through a screen. You don't blame them; you would do the same if it were anyone else.

Unfortunately, it wasn't anyone else stuck in this situation, it was you. And as you hear the sounds of three pairs of footsteps approaching you, you knew you were done for.

You open your eyes to see three skeletons peering down at you, leering smiles adorning their faces. You don't even have to squint past the darkness of his hoodie to know that Dust has the same shit eating grin on his face like the other two, the smugness radiating off all of them in waves.

"Aw, giving up so soon?" Killer tilts his head with a coo. "Shame. I liked the chase."

Killer giggles, and the sound sparks mild irritation in you. Ass.

"Didn't think you'd be this much trouble," Horror rumbles with mirth in his eyes. "You did good, though. Haven't worked out that much in a while. But... Tripping? Really?"

The spark starts to burn. You didn't mean to trip, but you suppose the same could be said for billions of horror movie protagonists out there. But still; double asshole.

Fortunately, because you still have an ounce of self-control, you refrain yourself from talking. You'd rather bite back your tongue than have it cut off for sass.

Unfortunately, the moment Dust chuckles, the spark turns into a flame. One of the rare times he shows emotion, and he uses it to laugh at you. MEGA ASSHOLE.

You bristle, "Do you guys always take this long to kill your victims, or are you all just shit at your jobs?"

Killer does a mock gasp, "Whaaatt? You think we're here to kill you?"

He laughs and crouches down, empty eye sockets staring into yours. The spark is doused by a cold wave of fear, but a tiny part of it still flickers. You stare back.

"Why else would you chase me down?" You retort.

"Because... You're cute?" Killer grins.

You scoff, "That's not a real answer."

He pouts at that, and Horror uses this chance to crouch down to your other side. Your heart pounds at their proximity, feeling as if they were closing in on you.

"So we got a bit carried away with the chase," Horror admits, before his red eye light bores onto your face. "But we really aren't gonna kill you."

You pause at that, taking in his words with uncertainty.

"Then... What are you gonna do to me?"

Horror's smile grows wider. Dust takes a step forward, kneeling and leaning in. You can see his mismatched eyes and twisted grin.

"You're comin' with us."

Your heart drops. That sounds significantly worse than being killed.

What was that saying? Out of the frying pan and into the fire? Yeah. You feel like that's what's going on.

...God, I am so screwed.

They finally took you down 😧😳

Killer belongs to RahafWabas

Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale

Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

You belong to them, and you're coming with them.