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bloodplague · 27 days ago

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Creepypastsa — Blood of Salvation

little sidenote, this is a book me and a few others have been working on, so it's a pretty big thing to read. the link to its wattpad page will be at the bottom :p

PILOT

A beautiful grayish fog curtain floated its way down Akita Street, swallowing the parked cars, the cold puddles on the road and the yellowish-orange trees next to the houses. Bright moonlight hit the grass, reflecting in the water drop and the dew that customized on each little blade of grass. Crickets, owls and gentle rain drowned the silence as the night took its place. Slight wind blew, coming from the east, as no other sound dared to disturb the nature's peace. That was, until a police car rushed down the road, passing each house with high speed. Its sirens muted the owls and crickets with an instant, the blue and red lights flashing through the darkness of the night, mixing up with the yellowish light coming from laterns every time the car drove under one. Nothing seemed to bother the car on its way, the eardeafing sirens soon died, no longer echoing through the neighborhood.

"Gettin' tired of hunting some arson committers right before the end of my shift." The officer complained, keeping his eyes on the road, one of his hands resting on the wheel while he held onto a cup filled with hot coffee in the other. However, instead of a reply from his partner, all he heard was intensive slurping, which quickly got replaced by loud chewing. Confusion and annoyance was written all over his face as he gazed to his right, only to see the red haired man sitting all comfy on the police cars seat, chewing a big piece of his donut, while spilling some of his chocolate milk on his new uniform, acting completely unbothered.

The young man turned his long face to the driver, nodding in agreement. The tips of his fingers were pink due to him holding onto his sticky donut. Freckles covered his peachy skin, his eyes were as blue as the night sky and his frame overall pretty slim. "Really?" Officer Might blankly stared at him for a couple of moments, before his focus returned to the street, not wanting to crash the car over a donut. Their path seemed to grow more foggy to the point where they were barely able to properly see the houses around them anymore. "What?" Officer Hipko replied, his voice muffled because of the food in his mouth, which he kept chewing on before roughly swallowing, his throat hurting in the process.

Again, Might rolled his eyes and licked his thin lips instinctively. Eventually his gaze returned to Hipko to glare intensively, though his oblivious partner did not seem to pick up the key. "Would ya stop eatin' already!?", Might snapped. "Okay, okay! Jeez..." The younger officer replied nervously, flinching a little.

Hipko stuffed the small bag in which he had packed his food back into the car door, swallowing the rest. It was quiet for a moment, until somewhere ahead of them, behind the fog, several sirens became audible. They both let out a sharp sigh, more exhausted than satisfied with their work.

As the car drove out of the fog, they were greeted by a huge cloud of smoke coming from one of the houses. The house that was burning fiercely, hot flames lighting up everything and the fire causing nothing but chaos and sweat. Firefighters fought a lot to somewhat control the growing flames, the walls were engulfed by the bright blaze and completely carbonized, close to completely collapsing.

When the two officers got out of the now parked car, their attention was immediately captured by the huge fire and the pitch-black smoke, somehow rather fascinated by how beautiful the fire actually was. Many sparks flew wildly through the air like small whirlwinds. The flame ate its way right through the windows, doors and thick walls, as if it simply devoured everything it came into contact with. The view of the dangerous flame growing bigger and bigger was amazing, as if the element was spreading like a plague. The stench of the smoke only made everything more stuffy, as well as more dangerous for anyone present trying to control the uncontrollable. The crackling noise and the loud crunching and crackle of the wood in the house could be heard again and again, and could not really be ignored. It was as if everything was slowly collapsing.

"So?" asked Might as he approached the captain of the fire department. He roughly placed his hands on his thick belt, still marveling at the deadly beauty of those brightly glowing flames. "The flames are pretty much under control, but we don't know what or who caused the fire. We do indeed have a theory, though we aren't completely sure." The leader rubbed his forehead, visibly stressed out. "What about the people who live there?" Might sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The apartment belongs to the Hallóvgore's. A father and his step daughter. The father is dead. We've already found his corpse, but no sign of the girl." The man sighed, crossing his muscular arms tightly in front of his chest. "Then she can't be too far! We should send out a team to find her..." Might was interrupted by the team leader, however: "We've already sent several squads out to look for her, but unfortunately, she's most likely escaped far into the woods. The flames broke out about 15 minutes ago, but she's not on foot..."

Both Hipko and Might tilted their heads and stared at each other as questions flashed through their minds. The rambling lacked important information. "Well, that's basically what our theory is about. When we found the fathers corpse, he had several wounds on his face, his hand was completely cut open and in his chest was a box-cutter. We suspect his step daughter killed him before setting the fire, then, unfortunately ran over to the neighbor that just came back from a shopping trip. She stabbed the young man once he got off of his motorcycle before getting on it herself, just to use it to escape. Again, it's just a theory, though it's most likely what happened, as it explains everything that happened."

Hipko nodded along to the horrible news, swallowing uncomfortably while looking around to avoid eye contact, while his partner continued to stare into the dancing flames. "She'll be arrested for arson and murder as soon as we find her." Might assured, as his expression became more serious and cold again. Although he was exhausted and tired, he was determined to find her. His hands held tightly to his belt until he dropped them again and swung them slightly back and forth. "That's good," Jens, the captain of the fire department, mumbled quietly, glancing over at the flames to watch their movement and watch the others work as if to study every detail. With a slight nod, he repeated, quieter and deeper this time, "That's good."

"Jens!" Another firefighter called out as he jogged over to the little trio, holding onto a drawing. He panted a little as he stopped nex to Jens, holding up the drawing as he basically waved it into their faces. "Another one of *those* cases." Jen's eyes narrowed as his expression grew more stern. Obviously the sudden change of demeanor confused both Might and Hipko, so Might took advantage of the silence to ask: "What exactly is meant by 'those cases'?"

Jens snapped out of his thoughts as he looked to Might, taking a good second to reply. "...we keep finding those weird drawings of this...entity, next to random dead bodies. Same with this one, apparently." His eyes almost pierced through the paper as he stared at it, the text 'leave me alone' written on it in a very messy way and a small drawing of a tall man in a suit right under it. Something about this was just unsettling.

"As if all people that murder and draw this shit were influenced by the same thing. We did actually catch 2 murderers that also had those types of drawings all over their room or next to the person they've killed, and both talked about seeing a faceless man in a suit follow them or something like that."

Might licked his pale lips, his eyes focused on the fire with a slightly tilted head. "Probably just a weird cult they, including the Hallóvgores, were a part of." Officer Might shrugged it off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Either way, let's get it over with and find that girl to throw her in jail or the mental hospital. She belongs in both."

"Rin, do you have everything ready?" A woman spoke impatiently, holding the microphone close to her chest and looking excitedly at the two cameramen, her eyes flickering back and forth. "Yes, Jessy... We've already prepared your lines too. Max roughly interviewed one of the firefighters, so we have all information we need." Rin replied, flipping through the papers he was holding before handing them to Jessy. "We're already late, so hurry up!", Jessy ordered, brushing her thin blonde hair out of her face, taking the papers and reading through them roughly, making sure she took in all the information. There was a lot of shouting in the background as the dark smoke took over the midnight sky.

"Do you know what to say? Because we're ready to go live!", the young man shouted back to Jessy, positioning the camera. "Give me time!" She groaned emphatically, feeling the warmth of the fire on her taut skin and some sweat that ran down her cheeks. "Okay. I'm ready." After a moment, she broke the awkward silence. Every breath she took burned and itched her throat.

Jessy stroked her hand through her hair once more to make sure she looked okay before handing the papers back to Max and putting the microphone to her mouth, ready to do her job. Finally, Rin raised his thumb and pointed the large camera at her. The only one talking now was the second cameraman, who counted down from 3 to 1 so Jessy would know when to start talking. As he did his thing, the woman cleared her throat and smiled directly into the lens of the camera, her teeth gleaming white and her stance relatively dominant as well as confident, trying to keep her back straight.

"Good evening, I'm Jessica Tolsing reporting to you live from Akita Street, where a tragic and devastating event has occurred. At around 7 PM this Wednesday, a house was engulfed in flames, resulting in the death of a family father. It is believed that his step-daughter, Angel Hallovgore, may be responsible for the fire. The motive behind these horrific acts is currently unknown. To make matters worse, Angel is reported to have stolen the neighbor's motorcycle following the violent incident, making her escape from the authorities even more difficult.

This is a truly tragic and heartbreaking situation for all involved, and we urge anyone with information on Angel Hallovgore's whereabouts to come forward and assist the police in their search. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families during this difficult time. We will continue to provide updates on this developing story as more information becomes available. Stay tuned for further details as they unfold. This is Jessica Tolsing, reporting live from Akita Street."

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With his knife striking roughly across the dirty carpet on which he was sitting cross-legged, Jeff stared curiously at the television to memorize all the information. He moved his tongue around in his dry mouth, clearly bored. As soon as the news was over, he huffed and scratched his head. He had very thin, burned, shoulder length and straight hair that just hung down dryly, each strand different lengths and very ruffled. Jeff also had several places on his head with no hair at all, only scars from what looked like flames.

All the burn marks that covered his body made his Skin look purely white. What was most disgusting in his appearance was the deeply carved smile that cut from the corners of his mouth up to his ears. Single pieces of skin and flesh clung to the deep, open wound, soaked in blood and spit. Though, this was not the only dehumanized thing about his face. He didn't have a nose either, just two holes as the fire devoured most of his features. In addition to that, his eyelids were barely intact, making him roll his eyes every now and then.

He sighed again and supported himself on the floor with his hands so that he could lean back and relax. A male voice on the TV continued to entertain him until the screen suddenly began to flicker. Confusion took over him which is why he immediately muttered a small curse, as if he had no patience at all. "Damn TV." With the help of his hands, he pushed himself up and dusted off the black, skinny jeans he wore, already glaring.

Visibly annoyed, he strolled over to the big screen and pulled at his bloodstained hoodie a few times to prevent it from moving up. Once he stood in front of the TV, Jeff hit it a few times with the flat of his hand while cursing under his breath. The program was already choppy and the news reporter's words were becoming an unintelligible stutter, as if the catch was gone. "Come on, fucking box!" Jeff's patience was running out, and frustration and aggression were quickly overshadowing everything else. Out of nowhere, the device crashed completely, and the screen went pitch black. With his last bit of patience, he bent down a little and brought his face closer to the TV to see if anything was still playing.

An unexpected loud, glitching sound emitted from the speaker, making Jeff move his head even closer to the television, when suddenly a large silhouette appeared on the screen. Jeff let out a shocked yelp and immediately stumbled backwards, eventually falling as his back hit the hard floor. His heart raced, a laugh coming from the speaker just before the face on the TV formed into a person, laughing uproariously. Jeff was still staring at the ceiling, pissed, but calm at the same time. "Shut up, Ben.", he muttered.

The laughter calmed down before a person simply stepped out of the screen and returned to reality. He had the body of a young teenager and looked almost identical to Link from Majora's Mask, except he had completely black eyes with a small red dot in the center, which was supposed to represent his pupil. Blood ran down his round cheeks, soaking his green clothes.

As he placed both his feet on the ground, he grinned widely and looked down at Jeff, who rolled his eyes. At least the TV was working now again. "I hope you hurt yourself." Ben taunted as he continued the teasing, placing his hands on his hips. His voice seemed to glitch while he was speaking. "Oh, and I hope you can run fast." Jeff replied in a snarky way as he glared up at the boy with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. Ben's grin dropped, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed. With a burst of speed, Ben ran off the second Jeff jumped up to chase after him, both cackling.

Just as he built up stamina, reaching out his hand to grab Ben, a knife suddenly flew right past his face. Jeff stopped in an instant and just laughed rudely as he looked around to see where the knife came from. On his left, Jeff saw Jane directly on the other side of the long table, whose shadow moved in the light of the swaying chandelier. The warm light shone on her white mask, which was adorned with black lipstick and eyelashes. She wore a black gothic dress, a pearl necklace accessorizing her chest.

Motionless, Jane stood on spot, glaring at Jeff through the two black holes where her eyes were supposed to be, though covered by her mask. Jane also wore a black wig, long, curly hair falling down her back. Their skin seemed almost similar, burned and covered in marks, yet Jane's seemed darker and more scarred.

"Please. Don't play these games. What will your parents think of you?" Jeff mocked, fully aware he was the one that killed her parents after all.

"One day..." Jane whispered softly, not blinking once. "The master wants to speak to you in his office.", another quiet mutter escaped her lips before she turned her curvy- yet slenderish body away to return to the kitchen.

"Heh. Freaky bitch." Jeff didn't take her seriously. Under his weight the floor creaked, snapping Jeff out of his thoughts just to captivate him in new ones. The lights above him flickered briefly, when someone slapped the back of his neck out-of-nowhere. Jeff flinched, swiftly moving his head back, only to see Ben sprinting away once again.

"I will drown you!" Jeff shouted aggressively and ran after him. The darkness was clearly visible through the huge glass windows on the old walls, soothing moonlight shining through the dirty glass, right into the old mansion. Even though the large building was in the middle of a gloomy forest of leaves and fir trees, there was hardly ever any silence.

Hooting owls, rustling leaves and loud crickets kept the forest alive, but so did the proxies. Serial killers that lived in a guarded place, hidden from society and protected from the police. Not only did they go undercover to terrorize villages, towns and even cities, but also served a whole different purpose. Several actually, but not even the proxies themself knew all of them. At least not yet.

And so the old wooden door opened, squeaking as it moved, a woman stepped in followed by a fresh breeze, her eyes flickering all over the place as if she scanned it. With a heavy breath, she took a step inside, her head slightly lowered and her back a little hunched. She closed the door with trembling hands before taking another deep breath to calm down.

Her body was clothed in attire that hid the majority of her features, a zip up jacket, wine red t-shirt, loose dark jeans, black boots, and gloves. The only thing visible was her thin, black, shoulder-length hair, which fell roughly out of her blood-stained hood, as her face was hidden by a white face mask with weird black stains all over it, as well as a hole on her mouth and eyes.

A hand trailed over her body as she searched for her knife, which ended up being in her jeans pocket. Still out of breath and extremely tired, the woman strolled a few more steps inside while orange leaves and mud fell from her jeans. The goose bumps she had a few seconds ago seemingly vanished, so her body stopped shivering. Thorns and acorns still clung to her dirty clothes, some of them bouncing on the floor as she moved.

Unexpectedly, a small, fluffy mouse scampered past her on its tiny paws, scurrying across the oak floor. Kate tilted her head like a cat and looked down at the small animal scrabbling around not far from her. The mouse stopped and stood up on its two hind paws, turning its tiny head towards Kate as they made eye contact. It shivered intensively, pricking up its ears. Kate was oblivious to everything around her and continued to stare at the tiny creature, so focused on the cuteness of the mouse to the point where she didn't even notice Tim and Brian walking towards her.

That was until Tim stomped full force on the feverish mouse, crunching it under his boot. The animal squeaked before it was crushed by the weight, its organs bulging out of the limp body between the floor and the boot. It squelched and stuck in the grooves of Tim's shoe sole, who took no interest in the poor mouse.

Kate flinched a little and blinked a few times as Tim lifted the shoe again. The burst head, the crushed body parts and the sticky blood were now stuck on the floor, as well as on the sole of Tim's shoe, the fur wet and soaked with blood. With a hint of hesitation, her gaze traveled up Tim's body until she met his eyes.

He was wearing his blue jeans, brown boots and a yellowish bomber coat that covered his grayish-blue t-shirt. His dark brown hair fell over the left side of his forehead while the rest ran down his head. His sideburns and dark eyes that sparkled in the light, adding a lot to his appearance.

Kate growled something quiet which turned out to be more muffled than expected due to her mask. "Mission...?"

"Yeah." Tim answered dryly, his fingers toying with the Glock-19 on his belt. There was nothing special about his voice, except that he had a slight American accent. "Toby's coming with us. We'll be in the south part of the territory, pretty far from here 'n close to the nearest town." Kate nodded a little. "Must be a special mission if you're going this far. It's already dark now..."

"New proxy. Apparently some girl that stole a motorcycle, making this whole thing more difficult for us." Tim explained, crossing his arms tightly around his chest.

"But it's already dark. Cryptids will most likely be all around the woods?" Kate tilted her head as her gaze flew to Brian, who just stood there, all reserved.

"We'll take a map with us and mark where we are as soon as we find tire tracks so that we can return tomorrow in the sunlight and follow the tracks to find them... or well- her." Again, Kate nodded slightly, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie as she listened closely.

"He really can't get new proxies himself anymore." Tim complained, rolling his eyes as he gazed around to avoid any eye contact for a brief moment. "And Toby's being a pain in the ass again."

Brian glanced over his shoulder to check on Toby, who was still absent. He turned his head back, adjusting his clothes a little. He pulled on his yellowish-gray hoodie, providing a casual yet comfortable look. Over it, Brian wore a sleek black coat, contrasting nicely with the lighter hoodie. His brown jeans were well-fitted, going well with the dark boots he wore. He just towered over both Tim and Kate being 6ft tall, his fingers scratching his lip, feeling the mustache above his lip brush against his skin.

"It's most likely because of the Zalgoids... The master doesn't wanna risk getting injured.", Brian shrugged a little, his voice careful as he had no intention in defending Slenderman.

"So he can't risk getting hurt but risk getting us killed. What a surprise." Tim sarcastically remarked, growing more impatient and frustrated. He pulled a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of his jeans, strolling over to the door that led outside. "I'm gonna go smoke, so I'll be outside now." He waved uncharitably before placing his hand on the door handle, pressing and opening it to leave. Brian nodded to Kate in farewell before pulling his hands out of his jeans pocket and following Tim. Kate smiled slightly until she realized he was wearing a mask, which made her quickly go awkward.

The silence seemed almost embarrassing, so Kate broke it by letting out another snarl which was supposed to mean something like "good luck"- before Brian also left the mansion. Outside, the two men were greeted by the gray moonlight, noisy crickets and rustling bushes. The grass under their boots felt so soft to the point where it was pleasing to walk over it.

They both looked at the forest in front of them, which was not far, appearing really gloomy. Fog bubbled out from between the fir and deciduous trees, dancing slowly in the light wind. Thanks to the yellowish-orange light coming from through the windows of the mansion, creating patterns on the earth and bushes, they could look around more properly. Tim blew out some smoke from his nose, feeling the burning sensation in his nostrils.

"Do you have everything?" Brian asked quickly. Tim blew more smoke out of his mouth and nodded as he opened his brown pouch, holding the cigarette between his thin lips.

"Mhm. Flashlight, pills, box cutter, rope, tape, and more stuff." Tim roughly dug through the bag with his eyes focused on the content. Satisfied, Brian nodded once and pulled his camera up to his face to prepare it so he could film once they set off.

Tim nervously wiggled his foot as he shifted his body weight to the other leg, leaning against the wall. The smell of smoke was dominated by the scent of the forest not long after the cigarette burned out.

Berry bushes, flowers and brambles grew wildly around the building, some rose and thorn bushes detailing everything. The wind brushed over his rough hands and tickled him lightly, also flowing through all the wilted shrubbery and bushes beside him. Individual leaves wafted elegantly through the cool air, as if they were flying through the air like kites. The ivy on the wall wound its way between the grooves, up to the roof, only to be blocked by the guttering. After a moment of eternity, the door next to Tim finally snapped and let out a loud squeak before sliding completely open. Tim and Brian immediately looked towards where the noise came from, both seemingly tensed up.

Out of the door stepped a young man, looking like he's in his early twenties, although he looked very strange. This man looked everything but healthy. His skin was so pale to the point where it appeared to be gray, his hair dark brown, thick and a total mess, going down his neck and curling up behind his ears. Under his chocolate-colored, wide eyes were dark circles, hinting towards severe sleep deprivation. In addition to that, his pupils were foggy as if he had cataracts. On his face he wore a mouthguard that looked like a hannibal lecter muzzle, made of metal bars and black leather. Right above the mouthguard were his yellowish goggles, covering his thick brows and protecting him from the cold breeze that lurked around the forest like a predator searching for its prey.

As he stepped out of the mansion, his goggles reflected the light until he stepped out of the lantern light again, heading towards Tim and Brian.

He was wearing a beige button-up hoodie with dark tan stripes and lighter tan stripes above on the sleeves along with a navy blue hood. On his legs, Toby wore gray, older-looking jeans with a belt around them, two hatchets with different colored handles hanging from holsters attached to the belt: One hatchet had a fairly new, yellow metal handle, while the other had a normal wooden handle. His shaky hands rested on the metal of his hatchets as his fingers kept tapping against them, also covered by gloves that had metal attached on his knuckles.

As he continued to leisurely stroll towards the other two, his nose, which peaked out of his mouthguard, turned more red due to how cold it was.

"Took you long enough." Tim hissed the second Toby stepped outside, glaring at him for a brief moment before rolling his eyes away from him. "Now it's dark and too dangerous to do much!"

"Yep, I can see that too." Toby contered with a smirk under his mouthguard, using his own sass to match Tim's as if he found pleasure in getting on his nerves. His head twitched to the right, making his neck to let out a small crack, as if his tourettes began to fuck around with him again.

"If you won't move your ass, I'm gonna make you run after the truck." With his head snapping over to Toby, Tim narrowed his brows further, trying to express his anger through facial expressions.

Toby just let out a quiet chuckle, fidgeting with his gloves, acting all hyper and upbeat. "Exercises are healthy!" He teased.

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As they drove through the forest in Tim's dark gray truck, the mood didn't really lighten up either. The hum of the engine somehow held everyone's attention, especially Tim's, whose hand was gripping at the steering wheel loosely.

There was a constant cracking and crunching under the wheels as they were still driving on wet leaves and pine cones. The noises quickly died out as they finally reached the road and the car made contact with the cement, now driving more smoothly.

Tobias stared out of the car's window, not blinking nor really moving. The only times he did move was when his body twitched, making him let out a quiet whimper.

Brian's camera beeped, the little button finally glowing red, which meant that it started to record. The beep snapped Toby out of his thoughts and brought him back to reality. As soon as he stabilized a little, he tilted his head and looked at Brian curiously. "What a-are we doing aga~in?" He stuttered and started smacking his foot against the car door, lightly but repeatedly.

Brian's eyes remained focused on the metal camera. "We're looking for motorcycle tracks. Once we've found them, we'll mark where on the map and come back here tomorrow in daylight to follow them."

"And why aren't we just... searching for the t-tracks tomorrow, when we're coming back anyway?" Toby narrowed his eyes a little and adjusted his hips, leaning further back into the seat to get more comfortable.

Before Brian even got the chance to respond, Tim spat out; "You have a brain, Toby. Use it more often. Do you think the tracks will stay there forever? They'll be much harder to find tomorrow, so we'll look for them now to be prepared." The frustration in his voice wasn't hard to pick up.

Toby narrowed his eyes, this time in a rather angry way. "I j-just asked a s~simple quest-tion!" The young man stuttered and crossed his arms, his fingers digging into his soft sleeves. "Not my problem your old a-...ass! is grumpy all day long."

"Just think before you talk for once." Tim let out an annoyed sigh and kept glaring at the road.

Tim's harsh words have been everything but pleasant for Toby to hear. Anger bubbled up inside him within seconds and the urge to just hurt this man was almost unbearable.

Out of impulsiveness, Toby roughly kicked against the driver's seat from behind, not thinking about the severe consequences of his actions. The sudden wave of emotions made his body twitch and tic even more.

Toby's outburst caused the car seat to bend to the front harshly, throwing Tim against the wheel, who winced loudly. The impact against the steering wheel caused it to sway, thanks to Tim, who firmly held onto it and pulled it to the side without intending to. "Damn it-" Tim cursed under his breath, instinctively trying to straighten the wheel again the second the car started moving to the side uncontrollably.

Within a few seconds, the car slipped off the road and right into the mud, almost hitting some trees. Fortunately, Tim hit the brakes with full force, bringing the car to a standstill. The squealing of the spinning tires finally came to an end and the heavy breathing of all three was the only audible sound left after the sudden event.

It took Tim a good moment to process what just happened before he shot Toby a cold glare over his shoulder. "What the hell is your problem? Can't you control yourself for once in your damn life?" He growled, his heart racing as adrenaline pumped through his veins.

"Y-y-you're asking m-me what my problem is!?" Tobias barked back, throwing his hands up defensively.

"On skibidi!", a distorted voice spoke through the radio.

Toby let out a growl, smashing his hatchet into the car's radio. "Get o-out of the damn radio, Ben! You deadshit!" The impact of the hit quickly caused the glass to shatter into tiny pieces and the plastic to break, leaving a big hole in front of the gearshift.

Despite the now-broken radio, Ben still managed to communicate through it. "What the freak is a deadshit?"

Toby's whole demeanor suddenly switched, the anger in his eyes vanishing with an instant. "Oh, it's so stupid that you want to stab your eyes out so that you never have to look at them again!" He happily explained, straightening his back again and smiling, his mood rapidly changing.

"Bipolar fuck..." Ben muttered before teleporting himself out of the radio, leaving only stattic in his place.

As he disappeared, Toby turned his head back to Tim, giving him a casual comment with the same sassy smile under his mouthguard. "Tim, you are an absolute failed abortion!"

That was Tim's last straw. The man swung the car door open and got up with one push, reaching out for the door handle on Toby's side. Knowing Tim, Brian already knew things weren't gonna end well if he wouldn't step in. He flipped the camera shut and threw it onto the back seats before jumping out of the car and sprinting to Tim's side. Just as Tim yanked Toby's door open, Brian grabbed Tim's arm and pulled him back. "Tim, don't-! C'mon, let's not get too impulsive!"

Tim let out a grunt, sharply glaring at Tobias as Brian pulled him further back. As if nothing happened, Toby stepped out of the car and looked around the dark forest, feeling the cool wind softly blow his messy hair to the side. He took a deep breath, cracking his neck the same moment he let out a small 'click' sound with his tongue. "Do we still have chips in the trunk?"

Tim was about to yell into Toby's face, already taking a step towards him, though he paused, his angry expression slowly forming into a more confused one. "...Are those tracks?", Tim asked.

Both Brian and Toby looked towards where Tim was looking, seeing clear motorcycle tracks on the ground, leading straight into the dark forest. "See, I'm SO good, we only found them because I made us crash the car!" Toby cockily commented, crossing his arms.

With a deep breath, Tim closed his eyes, trying to keep his patience in check. He pinched the bridge of his nose, forcefully nodding a little. "At least we found them."

Brian quickly pulled out the map from his bag, his hand digging further inside to search for the pencil. "I'm gonna mark it on the map and then we can return. Just calm down a little, you seem pretty tense." His eyes softened a little as he gazed up at Tim, trying to smile a little.

"I'm just tired. I don't have the patience for this right now." Tim dragged his hand down his face, his eyes flickering up to Brian.

"I know, I understand that..." Brian huffed. "So let's get it over with and go back home." Finally, he pulled his hand out of his bag and opened the map, scanning it roughly to search for their current location.

"Don't call it 'home'." Tim almost hissed, grinding his teeth. "It's not our home. At least not mine."

Toby blinked, pushing his tongue against his snakebites. "Wow. And I thought I was the edgelord here."

"Okay, Tim, ignore him." Brian quickly placed a hand on Tim's shoulder, searching for eye contact from him as he stuffed the map back into the bag. "Let's just go back h-..to the mansion."

In response, Tim nodded a little. Instead of being able to reply, he got cut off by the sound of a car coming towards them, which caught everyone's attention. They turned their heads towards where the noise was coming from, just a second before the car drove around the corner, its lights shining directly at all three. It was a police vehicle.

"Get in the car, Toby." Tim commanded, smart enough to know that Toby's threatening appearance might not be a good impression to the police. Surprisingly, Toby actually listened without making any more sarcastic comments like the jerk he is, quickly climbing back into the backseats.

The police car slowed down on the opposite side of the street, eventually parking. With the lights on and the engine still running, an officer stepped out of the car, his hands resting on his belt, crossing the road to walk over to their truck. "Good evening, gentlemen. Is everything okay here?" The officer lifted his hand, tapping his fingers against the front of the car before leading his hand back to his belt.

Brian and Tim nodded, exchanging glances. "Yes, Officer. We were just getting something from the trunk." Brian assured with a friendly smile, as if there weren't several blood-covered weapons in the truck.

There was a gleam in his eyes that made the officer feel suspicious, at least suspicious enough to take a quick glance in the truck. "You wouldn't mind me looking into it, right?" The man brushed his hand through his short, blond hair, grunting a little.

Both seemed to tense up a little, though Tim hesitantly nodded, his mind racing with different scenarios. "Of course." As confident as he tried to seem, there was still a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Everyone sensed the tension in the air, prompting the officer's hand to trail his hand to the loaded firearm. He walked stiffly to the trunk before reaching for the handle to lift the hood, curiosity taking over his thoughts.

Knowing that whatever the cop would find in the truck wouldn't please him, Tim also moved his hand towards the gun he had hidden in his pocket, taking a small step towards the man from behind. Just as the man lifted the hood to expose the inside of the trunk and Tim drew his pistol from his jeans pocket to aim it at the officer, a loud, low-pitched roar echoed through the trees and bushes, washing a wave of dread over all four of them.

"The hell was that..?" With a swift motion, the officer pulled his gun out and pointed it at his surroundings, looking around in all directions to see where the creepy noise came from.

Once Tim recognized the noise, he could practically feel his heart drop, his lips parting a little. "Brian..." He uttered, keeping his voice quiet. "Tell me my schizophrenia is acting up..."

Unfortunately however, Brian shook his head a little, just as tense as Tim. "No...Not this thime."

"That was either some bear with rabies and a severe seizure, or-" Before Tim could properly speak, a skinny, human sized creature suddenly lunged towards the policeman, who could only yelp helplessly. It tackled the poor man down onto the ground with full force, hissing and roaring furiously as it dug its claws into his face, scratching off the skin and flesh as blood poured out of the fresh wounds.

Brian and Tim both quickly backed away from the scene as their eyes widened in horror, watching the hairless creature tear apart the man, ripping off his arms and digging its teeth into his face. Torn pieces of cloth and thick skin hung from the beast's jaw, turning the corpse into an unrecognizable gory mess. "Get in the car!" Tim yelled as he snapped out of his frozen state, quickly running around the truck and hurrying back inside. Brian followed with no hesitation and ran after him, almost jumping back inside.

His hand flipped the key and pressed a button before the car turned on, pressing his foot down on the gas immediately afterwards. Toby, who was still sitting on the backseats without much awareness of what just happened, turned his head back, looking through the glass to see what was happening. He squinted his eyes, tilting his head to the side. "That looks like me on my tanning days."

Brian just face palmed at that comment, Tim's heart dropping further. "It's chasing us!?" Tim gasped.

"Well there's an ugly dog sized rat running after the car, so I'd say so!" Toby casually blurred out, his tone almost upbeat and excited. "Can I keep your h–head- in case we die, just for memories of the good old times?" A small sadistic chuckle escaped Toby's lips, his head turning back to the others.

It wasn't usual for Toby to be fine with driving in such velocity ever since what had happened in his past, but ever since the Master worsened his amnesia a little, he seemed more comfortable in cars again.

"Quit being obnoxious!" Tim's stern eyes focused on the road as they rushed it down, all three feeling how their adrenaline was returning through the whole racing. "I need to focus! Damn it, the road is so dark!" He glared briefly in the rear-view mirror to give Toby a decidedly pissed-off expression.

"TIM, WATCH OUT-" Brian shouted and quickly reached his hand out for the steering wheel, trying to spin it to the side as the car was close to crashing into a tree. Tim instinctively turned the steering wheel to the right, as there was a large tree trunk in the middle of the road.

The car slipped off of the road, now back in touch with the earth, the slippery mud and wet leaves. Regardless of how hard- and in which direction Tim turned the steering wheel, the car's tires immediately skidded across the unstable ground. After what felt like minutes, it finally stabilized a little, driving back towards the mansion. "Toby, call Rouge and Wilson!" Brian commanded loudly, as he himself didn't carry a phone.

Toby clumsily pulled his phone out of his pocket, struggling with pressing the buttons through his thick gloves on the cracked screen. Out of curiosity, Toby turned his head back again to look at the creature that chased them, furrowing once he noticed that it was gone...

It wasn't chasing them anymore. He was so focused on spotting the seemingly vanished creature that he didn't even realize he was already on call with Wilson, who kept calling out Toby's name through the phone. "Um, Tim? The tanned thing is gone..." Toby muttered, though put more effort into his voice to make sure it was loud enough for Tim to hear it.

Somewhat confused and still visibly stressed, Tim looked into the rear-view mirror again, also not spotting anything. "The hell?" He was about to come down a little and looked back at the road, but that feeling dropped the second he saw the same creature again, not behind them, but in front of them.

Its eyes glowed in the darkness as the car lights shone directly onto it, which angered the being even more. With a quick, agile movement, it jumped up with its long claws first, directly onto the windshield of the car just to break through the glass while letting out a loud, deafening roar.

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