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deadpuppetboi · 1 year ago

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Goretober Day 6: Decoration

This place smelt like shit.

Actually, it smelt like shit, bleach, blood, and piss all at the same time.

Stacy Lamb couldn't even breathe without tasting it, which made her gag. She elected to cover her lips with her shirt, doing her best to avoid the odor. Ben Lamb, her younger brother, had already arrived prepared, with a face mask to disguise the odor. He offered it when he saw his older sister struggling, but she declined since she didn't want him to go through what she was going through.

But this place, My God, this place was awful.

The siblings were not only confronted with the dreadful scent from within, but also with extreme filth. Chairs were misplaced, tables were strewn with empty glass bottles and shots, and inappropriate clothing and objects were strewn about. And the people wandering around weren't any better.

Some wore leather, some latex, but they all wore masks.

“Stay down.”

Ben remained down, under the table, in the shadows, watching while his sister checked the corner with her pocket mirror. The corridors they were in were slightly bare and dark enough to hide in. There was no map accessible, so they had to rely on their wits and hope they didn't get caught.

Aunt Judy had to be here.

She just had to.

Stacy made a waving motion with her hand, which prompted Ben to rise from his hiding place and go directly behind her. He and Stacy both kept an eye out for anyone who might come by, as they continued deeper into the facility. A facility that appeared larger on the inside than it did on the outside. And, despite its flaws, the two were dedicated to discovering its secrets and determining what was going on once and for all.

Why is their dad involved with any of this?

Why were they being hunted?

Why were the police useless?

What is The Project?

It felt like one big conspiracy.

One that appeared to be understandable at first, but upon further investigation revealed that there was much more going on.

"Are we getting close?" Ben inquired, but Stacy brushed him off.

"I think so, Aunt Judy has to be here, did you say that she worked at this place?"

The teenager gave a shrug.

“I always heard her talking on the phone about this place, so I thought this must have been it. I didn't think it was going to be this big though, it looked a lot smaller from the outside.”

The pair strolled with their hands hovering over the wall to prevent them from wandering too far into the open. When they heard footsteps, they came to a halt, cursing themselves as they dashed into the shadows. A man in red and black walked back, a nailed bat in his hand, and he looked along the corridor for a time.

He came to a halt just where the siblings were hiding, his dark eyes tracing over the shadows for a little period of time. He remained motionless, narrowing his eyes to check if anything was wrong. They didn't move, speak, or breathe, instead staring back at the man, their hearts in their throats. They'd both been in this predicament before and knew that if they flinched, they'd be caught.

The man then shook his head and shrugged.

"Gotta get some more sleep," he said as he walked on, scratching the back of his head.

Stacy felt a tug on her shirt and looked back to see her brother tilt his head to the ceiling. Following his gaze, the young woman observed the vent from above and mentally congratulated herself as she returned her gaze to Ben. Stacy hoisted her brother up with her two hands as he managed to get on her shoulders, and the two got into position quietly.

He swiftly grasped the ventilation cover and slid it from side to side, being cautious not to create too much noise and draw attention. The metal seemed to give way, and he carefully lowered the metal opening to the ground. And, as carefully as they could, the two climbed into the vent and began to crawl.

The siblings ventured forth through the filthy vents, covered in dust, cobwebs, and dead rodents. They all cringed at the sensation of something strange beneath their naked hands. They realized that by using the vents, they could travel further than before without risk of being detected.

"Be careful," Stacy urged as her brother walked by a ventilation cover where men's voices could be heard.

The two resolved to go slowly so that their shuffle wouldn't be seen.

Despite the subject at hand, the men appeared to be having a casual chat. Surrounding them were battered lockers, both inside and out, coated with dried blood and tears.

"Who is your favorite? "Be honest, mine is Korean." One man said confidently, while the other appeared serious.

“American.”

“That’s it?”

“I have my favorites, you have yours.”

“Shit, you’re basic.”

They both laughed as the siblings entered another room and turned a corner to hear another talk.

“Please, God,” a broken voice whimpered, “Please stop. Please. Please.”

As the man wailed, there was the sound of metal scraping on metal, and a voice humming a joyous tune.

“Ah, but those cavities, they aren't going to go away on their own, are they?”

Ben took a short glance through the ventilation cover before turning away as soon as he could. Stacy battled the urge to stare as she passed by, but she couldn't help but notice what she saw. A man was fastened down to the brim of a chair, wearing nothing but his underpants.

Stacy noticed his lips were bloodied, and beside him was a plate filled with yellowed teeth.

Blood flowed beneath as a man dressed as a dentist decided what else to use on the man. He seemed happy, tapping the bleeding instruments in front of him before selecting one to use. He turned on the drill, turning to the man who struggled weakly in his shackles, asking the man to stop with what teeth he had left.

“Calm down,” the ‘dentist’ said, “You still have a root canal I need to get rid of.”

Stacy stepped forward, bile rising in her throat as she realized Ben was getting further away from her. She caught up, ignoring the other voices (battered or not) from all around to keep going. She felt terrible, the smell of these rooms getting to her, and she tried not to vomit right then and there. She saw how often her brother paused at random times, closing his mouth for a few seconds before continuing.

Judy had to be here.

Past all these disgusting rooms.

She just had to be.

Something snapped beneath them as the two proceeded through another corner. The two quickly came to a halt, refusing to move an inch, and glanced down at the source.

Ben had a crack beneath his knees.

The adolescent let out a trembling sigh as he stared at his older sister, terror in his eyes as he strained to speak. But it appeared that the shouts from below had silenced him, had silenced them both. They were muffled before a door opened, and then the voices became distinct.

“I've spoken to the man,” a confident voice said, the sound of heavy boots hitting the ground, “They got a treat for us tonight. Young. Blonde. Real pretty.”

“How young? The last one was way too old!” Another voice spoke up, as though yearning to hear that his ideal thinking of this 'young blonde' would be realized.

“She's real young,” the voice from before replied before laughing, moving over towards the other side of the room, “You should see the pictures, those curves, man, I’m telling you.”

The other voice scoffed, prompting the other man to continue.

“Well, if that won't convince you, then you can have her brother. Wimpy kid, real skinny, I know you love the skinny ones.”

There was a pause.

Ben looked at Stacy.

Stacy looked at Ben.

“Oh, and he's into that emo shit, black lipstick and everything. God, remember the last one who wore black lipstick? You spent all night on them, right?”

Oh my God, they were talking about them.

“Of course, I did, who wouldn't?”

Before they heard the sound of creaking from above, the men both laughed. One of them looked up, apparently perplexed, while the other continued to laugh, his amusement fading when he spotted the other man stop.

“What is it?”

“I thought I heard something.”

The man looked up but clicked his tongue.

“Ah, that? Rats, I'm telling you, they’re everywhere in this place. The boss doesn't want the exterminator in here since they keep getting scared off by the shit they see here, ha!”

Ben glanced at Stacy through tears, straining not to whimper, daring not to make a motion that could indicate his destiny. Stacy, a faint smile on her sweating face, raised one hand and moved it slightly to soothe her brother down. She moved in slowly, trying not to aggravate the crack, and as she drew closer, she placed her hands gingerly on her brother's legs.

Ben looked perplexed for a bit, attempting to figure out what she was doing, before coming to a startling revelation. He opened his mouth to try to stop his sister before being violently shoved, the vent quickly giving way to the pressure as he felt his sister's grip loosen completely.

Stacy shouted as she collapsed into the room below.

She landed on the hard earth below, and a wave of pain ran from her elbow to her back. She yelped as her eyesight dimmed, seeing only two men standing back in surprise at her sudden arrival. Stacy began to notice them more clearly as they got near, their estranged clothes revealing streaks of dark crimson.

Stacy looked in dread as lines of weapons appeared on the room's walls as things became clearer.

Screwdrivers, drills, knives, pistols, and even handsaws were strategically placed throughout the room as decorations. As if everyone who came in could pick and choose what they used on those unfortunate enough to be in their clutches. Some were utilized, some were not, and the remainder were haphazardly tossed about in an almost decorative manner that only appealed to the sick-minded. Stacy gagged once more as her eyes caught on the botches of scarlet beneath her, staining not just her garments but also her skin.

It was all so disgusting.

"Well, well, well…" A man with a horse mask grinned as he turned his gaze to the terrified young woman. "Look at what we have here!"

Another man wearing a cat mask grabbed her aggressively, compelling her to stay and preventing her from fleeing.

"It seems like a little mouse fell right into our claws!"

#tw blood #tw gore #tw torture #ah yeah boizzz I wrote these two again after MONTHS of not doing so #Love them tho #manhunt 2 #judy sender #daniel lamb #stacy lamb #ben lamb #the lamb family #manhunt gangs #the pervs #manhunt hunters #rockstar #rockstar games #goretober #goretober 2023 #my writing

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dolliedyhard · 1 year ago

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Facts About Dollie Dyhard

Last Updated: October 27th 2024

꒰🎀꒱ This post contains all the general knowledge about Dollie! This post will be updated when needed.୨୧

꒰🚫꒱ I do NOT approve of making “Your own version” of Dollie or ANY of my OC’s. They are NOT valid! Make your OWN OC instead of STEALING MINE!!! You will be blocked if you do that.

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-NEW- = Newly added paragraph

꒰⚠️꒱ TW: Light mentions of ED & SA

*ೃ༄‧˚ Apperance

╰┉┈ Dollie Winehouse is 16 y/o South African American and stands at 5’4 and is 84lbs/38kg. Her amber eyes are round sorta like doe eyes paired with full lashes. Her body type is petite.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s natural hair is jet black 3c ending near her mid back. Her hair isn’t straight and blonde by nature like you are used to seeing, it’s actually a wig!

╰┉┈ Dollie has joints just like a ball-jointed doll, it’s makes her stronger and it’s how she gets her abilities. Her ball-joints are located at her neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, hips, knees, and ankles.

╰┉┈ When it comes to physical attractiveness Dollie is fairly pretty, like a 7.5/10.

╰┉┈ Dollie has a small beauty mark under her right eye.

*ೃ༄‧˚ Physical & Mental State + Morals & Trauma

Physical Health

╰┉┈ Dollie gets cold very easily. 60F is considered freezing to her.

-NEW-

╰┉┈ Dollie only eats when she goes on a mission so she can have strength. When she’s off duty she starves herself resulting in feeling weak often. This is caused by her anorexica.

Mental Health

╰┉┈ Dollie has problems setting boundaries with people when their relationship becomes abusive or inappropriate. Since the person at hand is showing signs of possible pushback and defiance Dollie is afraid she will get hurt or offend the person, Like when she was groomed for the first time or when she met Offenderman.

╰┉┈ Dollie is straight. Uhhh ya pretty straight forward… SHE ONLY LIKES BOIZZZ

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╰┉┈ Dollie is an attention seeker and constantly craves love and attention. Before she met the crp the only person who loved her was her mother. She feels unlovable because the only person to ever show her compassion is the woman who birthed her, which is innate by nature. She clings on to people easily like Jeff, Nina and Offenderman because they are the very few people to show kindness towards her.

-NEW-

╰┉┈ Dollie has been suffering from anorexia since she was 14. Because of that she is extremely contortive of what she eats. An addition to that she has a fear of being fat (ik, pretty silly fear right? >_>) and is very fatphobic.

-NEW-

╰┉┈ Dollie is naive when it come to love and romance. She has never had a crush or boyfriend or even held hands or kissed another guy before. She loves Jeff dearly and would die to be his girlfriend but she has no clue how to confess to him. She’s afraid if he rejects her it will completely end their friendship because it would be super awkward knowing one person has a crush on another but the other person doesn’t feel the same.

Morality

╰┉┈ [Percentage for how bad she feels about committing them. The higher the percentage the less she cares.]

Concerning crimes the ones she commits most often are:

Murder (82%)

Homicide (100%)

Torture (65%)

Arson & Disturbing the peace (100%)

Shoplifting (100%)

(THIS IS NOT A FLEX- just showing u Dollie ain’t making it to heaven)

╰┉┈ Dollies catchphrase before killing her victims is “Death has called your name today”. The backstory behind this phrase is that Dollie believes a lot in fate of the universe, like a lot of psychopaths do. Because of this her moral reasoning for killing people is because it is their time to die. Whether they are a inhuman person so deserves nothing but the pits of hell or a good samaritan who has done the best I their life, if it is their time, then it is their time.

╰┉┈ Another one of Dollies catchphrases is “Beauty is within the ghastly”. The meaning of this phrase is they’re is beauty in everything, though sounding cliche it is true. Even within the odd, the, misunderstood, the macabre, and the ghastly. She can see the glimmers of the fine details in people that come together to make a piece of art that can be understood by only the creative.

For example; Jeff is to most normal people a monster. Hideous, scary, psychotic, any other synonym you can think of. His bloody glasgow smile, pale skin, and messy long jet black hair, and creepy demeanor would make anyone think he’s a batshit crazy. But Dollie can see past that and accept him as well as see his unique inner beauty, like all the rest of the crp. I mean, who would want to live in a house were you think everyone is UGLY?!?!?!?!? XD

╰┉┈ Dollie kills a variety types of people. She is not a vigilante and she does kill innocent people.

Trauma

╰┉┈ Before becoming a Slender proxy Dollie had become a victim of Offenderman. She was all alone in the cold Connecticut forest at dawn with not a soul to help her. Frightened, freezing, and desperate for help Dollie was susceptible to Offender’s seduction. Offender took advantage of her and gifted her a dainty pink rose and the promise of helping her out to gain her trust. Dollie of course has no memory of the rape actually happening but she eventually came to the conclusion of what happened and has been coping with it ever since.

╰┉┈ Dollie has been groomed by two people, both being older men. The first was before being involved with the crp & the second was offenderman.

ೃ༄‧˚ Abilities

╰┉┈ Dollie is mainly a stealth killer. Lurking in dark & unsuspecting places to catch her victims off guard. Therefore her skill in stealth is very high. Hiding in plain sight, being quiet, moving quiet, playing dead, is her specialty.

╰┉┈ For her weapon of choice, Dollie uses a victorian styled scissor and victorian axe when fighting. She also carries needles, some are poisonous and some are for healing purposes.

╰┉┈ Dollies creepy factor is uncanny valley. She’s a ball-jointed doll that sits completely still, lifeless in dark and eerie places not making a sound. Don’t imagine an image of that… I’m not responsible for YOUR NIGHTMARES!!!!

╰┉┈ Dollie stalks a lot if not most of her victims. You have about 1-4 days before your dead meat. Even if she fails to kill you Dollie holds grudges for looooooong times and the moment she ever sees you again it’s over.

╰┉┈ What does Dollie do to her victims? She uses their bodies for taxidermy and dresses them up like dolls. It’s a hobby of hers and the reason she kills in the first place.

╰┉┈ Dollies favorite part of the human body are the eyes. She loves their capability to express surreal emotions, The intricate details in the irsis, the way the pupils dilate, everything.

* ೃ༄‧˚ Relationships

Family

╰┉┈ Dollie’s father is a narcissist and abusive towards her mother, herself and her.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s mother is the only family member she loves and is close too. Her mother also reciprocates the feeling of love and care to her.

╰┉┈ Dollie loathes her brother Brandon. He is the only person Dollie actively causes prolonged torture and torment to instead of just killing him upfront. She has never hated someone so strongly other than him. One day I will explain the reason why she feels this way.

Friends

╰┉┈ Jeff and Nina are her best friends and hang out often together. They are very important to her.

╰┉┈ Dollie admires Jane & Liu as well as most of the older members in the mansion, she thinks they are super cool.

-NEW-

Jeff The Killer

╰┉┈ Jeff was the first person she ever met involved with slenderman. Ever since then they have grown with together and are now extremely close. They aren’t dating yet but they do have romantic feelings for each other. They have the most fun being on missions and traveling together.

-NEW-

Nina The Killer

╰┉┈ Dollie and Nina are the bestest of friends! Nina is the 2nd closest person to Dollie.

Offenderman

╰┉┈ Despite what Offender did to Dollie she is still quite fond of him. Since she has problems setting boundaries with people she idealizes him in her head and tries to rationalize their relationship. She’s like, “At least he didn’t leave me in the forest, he took me somewhere safe…” “I deserved it. Why am I fighting him when I probably liked it anyways?”. She likes the attention he gives her and the idea he might genuinely care about her.

Ben Drowned

╰┉┈ Dollie doesn’t like Ben. She finds the pranks and jokes he pulls to be annoying and he reminds her of her brother, whom she hates deeply.

Jane The Killer

╰┉┈ Jane is a mentor figure to Dollie. Jane tries to help her whenever or however she can.

* ೃ༄‧˚ Personal Interests

Fashion

╰┉┈ Dollie dresses scene & emo as well as lolita sub genres like hime, mori, gothic & classic lolita. But no matter the fashion style she must have her iconic hair bow.

╰┉┈ Dollie is a bohemian and loves everything to do with the arts.

Music

╰┉┈ What’s kind of music does Dollie like? She’s listens to a wide variety of genres. Her favorite artist are The Smiths, Pierce The Veil, Emilie Autumn, and Evanescence.

Random Tidbits

╰┉┈ Dollie is a cat lover and she especially loves tuxedo & black cats.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s signature perfume is Miss Dior Eau De Parfume.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s favorite flower is the Lily of the Valley.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s favorite color is baby pink, hot pink, and black.

* ೃ༄‧˚ Outro

Thank you for reading about my beloved Dollie♥︎.

꒰🖋️꒱ Update log:

- 4 sections added 11/16/23

- 1 section edited 4/13/24

- 5 sections added, 3 sections edited, & format changes [June 2024]

- 4 sections added, 2 sections edited, & format changes [September 2024]

- 16 section added, 3 section edited, 1 section removed, & format changes [October 2024]

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