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This chapter contains vulgar language and slight gore, be prepared!

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A throbbing headache was the first thing you noticed when you awoke from your deep slumber. Not that it was anything new. The last few days your pounding head was the only thing you woke up to... That and some other unwanted surprises.

Groaning slightly, you tried to roll over but stopped when you noticed you were stuck. Stuck in between someone's body and the wall in front of you.

Immediately knowing who it was you stopped dead in your tracks. You felt an arm, which was wrapped around your waist, his nose pressed against your head as his warm breath was felt in at the back of your neck. It gave you extreme goosebumps.

But it wasn't the thought of the person who gave you these...

It was his behaviour.

He never, never slept so close to you... Or even got so close to you unless he wanted something. He always remained out of your aura, not wanting to touch you other than when threatening you, abusing you, or something along those lines.

But not now.

He was holding you in a rather tight grip, afraid that you might slip out of his grasp any time now. You really felt like you would... You didn't feel as safe as you felt before, being dragged out of the only room which came even remotely close to a safe haven. Now you were completely back at page one, finding your own way and figuring out who to watch your back for.

It was rather funny now you think about it.

Feeling Jeff's strong arm wrapped around you sickened you to the bone when you had first met him. He was the sum of everything you hated, of everything you utterly despised. He was the root of your nightmares, an oozing sore of depravity...

And now there was no one you felt safer with.

He had protected you countless of times, nearly tugging you out of the grasps of other killers. He had been showing you mercy, hatred and everything that came along with it. He had made you feel emotions you had never even thought you could feel.

The worst part of it all was that you felt completely disgusted with yourself. Filthy, foul... How wrong it felt... How gross it felt that you began to link the man who started this nightmare with something positive. That you somehow got so bend in the mind that you even began to... Like him.

How poisonous those words sounded when associated with that vulgar, merciless killer. How could you let go of everything you stand for, of everything you fought for? With no morals or principles left you had become a lifeless toy, a handmade puppet.

He was pure venom, pure toxic and it had invaded your body slowly. Creeping through your veins while you were busy running for your life, busy thinking about your friends and ways to escape. Not being able to counteract, completely delivered to his attacks...

And it had struck you.

The only ray of hope... The only thing which dragged your mind back to where it belonged was the burning sensation at the pit of your stomach. The shockwave felt through your heart when you would see the hunger in his eyes.

Your anger and fear for him.

Even though your hormones were working overtime and your mind was on holiday you still feared him... You were still angered by him. You could never forgive him. Only that simple thought, that small voice in the back of your head was enough for you to push through.

It was enough not to give in, not to be deceived by all the shadows looming over you. And thanks to that you were able to think, to continue on fighting until nothing was left of you. That reminded you... What about that attack?

It wasn't a coincidence... Those tentacles... The little girl... Sally was her name? She kept on appearing in your dreams, kept on calling you and even harassing you to the point she was outside of this door. Then... Out of nowhere... Tentacles drag you out of it, ready to plumb you into oblivion.

Their target...

Was you.

It had to do with you and you were damn sure of that. Yet you couldn't figure out why exactly it had to be you, why that monstrous creature targeted you specifically. Why would they go through so much trouble to get to you? You didn't know anything that could be useful to them... Well, at least not anymore.

They had taken every single piece of information away and now you were only here at Jeff's mercy.

Your thinking was interrupted when you felt a tugging at the corner of your mouth and you raised your hand to touch it, your fingertips slowly gliding over the irritated place. You realized that it was still covered with blood, the blood Jeff had smeared onto your face for his sick pleasure.

Ready to wipe it away with the back of your hand you suddenly heard a loud boom, followed up by an increasing static noise. The booming was similar to that time when you kept Jeff from leaving, but instead there was no earthquake now.

Only that sickening static noise.

Before you could react, Jeff shot up, head turned towards the door and muttering curses under his breath. The static faded slowly, but it was enough to increase the already terrible headache you had. He kept silent for a minute, only staring at the door.

After that he slowly got up, not even giving you a glance as he said:

"I have to go." You furrowed your eyebrows but decided against saying anything. It was important, that you already figured out. Clinging to the fact that you had survived being alone without Jeff last time you swallowed slowly.

You weren't going to beg him to stay again, he wouldn't listen anyway. You had wanted to ask him about the attack, to clear the questions lingering in your mind but knew that it would be futile. Jeff never answered your questions truthfully when it could endanger your relationship to him...

And you had a hunch that these answers would damage it beyond repair.

You saw him quickly grabbing some clothes from the floor before dressing himself. He walked over to the door, but stopped right in front of it.

"What's the matter? Aren't you going to beg me to stay with you?" The mocking tone in his voice was enough for you to know that he was yet again taunting you, playing with your fears and feelings like he had always done.

"Would that have any effect, though?" You retorted sharply, glaring at the raven-haired guy from your comfy spot. Of course it wouldn't, but he needed to remind you how weak you really are. You heard a dark chuckle followed by his voice:

"Not really, but I loved seeing you cry over me." Giving a soft snort, you turned your head away, hearing his footsteps fading as the door was opened and slammed shut.

You couldn't help but to feel slightly uncomfortable. Last time you were awake and alone in this room you were attacked... Violently. Even though there was no warning this time or someone outside your door, you couldn't be sure.

They didn't need to give you a warning anyway.

You glanced back at the door, breathlessly watching it and fearing that you might hear something unusual... But it was still deadly silent. An idea suddenly popped into your head when you were staring at the door.

It can be locked, right?

Jeff had locked it countless of times to prevent you from escaping and even though you doubted that the killers would be held back by merely a locked door, it did give you a sense of safety. You slowly removed the covers, feeling a cold breeze running over your bare legs. Stepping out of the bed you still held your focus on the door, afraid that it might suddenly pop open.

Walking closer to the wooden portal you noticed that you had forgotten one crucial thing.

"Fuck that door needs a key..." You breathlessly mumbled to yourself, staring at the empty keyhole in front of you. Why didn't you think of that before?

"I can help you with that."

You immediately froze as a cold chill crept up your spine. That voice... That wasn't just a voice... You felt your throat getting dry and you felt a pair of eyes digging deep in your back. Not daring to turn around you stood in place, staring at the door while keeping your ears peaked.

"Is that how you greet an old friend? Dear, dear (Y/N), what have I done to deserve that?" The voice sounded quite familiar and it took you a while before you could guess who it was. Gathering some of your courage you slowly turned your head towards the cause of the noise.

Seeing a black and white blur sitting on your bed you knew immediately who it was.

Laughing Jack.

The child murdering monochrome clown.

You quickly turned your whole body around, fiercely glaring the clown while trying to find a way out of this sticky situation. The door was right behind you.

Even though he had only threatened you last times you saw him, you couldn't help but to feel scared of him. Terribly afraid of what he was capable of and what he was planning on doing. After the attack, no one could be trusted... Especially someone who, without any warning, suddenly pops up into the room.

Right when Jeff was gone.

"Oh, don't look at me like that... I Just want a friendly talk." You felt his silver eyes sneering through your soul. His smile taunting you, telling you that he could get anything he wanted with a snap of this fingers. And you didn't doubt it for a second.

"What are you doing here?" You managed to pry out of your mouth. Your voice cracked and the sentence came out coated with fear, but that was the least of your worries. You just hoped Jeff would return soon, because right now this clown was just as dangerous as any of the other killers were.

"Like I said... I just want to talk to you, (Y/N). I haven't seen you in ages! How are the friends?" Your eyes narrowed at the last part and your lips formed one line. What was he getting at? Ignoring your deadly glares, he continued on:

"To be honest with you I though Jeff would've already killed you, he usually gets rid of his victims rather quickly. Didn't think you would be... This alive." You shuddered at his last word. As if you weren't supposed to be alive, as if you weren't supposed to be... Yourself.

"But that's not what's so problematic about this situation... Oh dear (Y/N), you've been causing quite the stir around here, haven't you?" You had no idea what this clown was talking about. Quite the sir? In your memories, you've been helping these sickos getting the things they want.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You nearly hissed at the clown, still ready to bolt out of the door. Your broken hand began to throb and you rubbed it soothingly. It must be a sign that you had to get away from him.

"Are you playing dumb or do you really not know, dear?" You saw laughing Jack standing up, his long shadow towering over yours even though he stood on the other side of the room. The moonlight gave him a more menacing look than before and when he grinned you noticed how good he resembled a predator.

He took a step towards you and you took a quick step back. Looking him into the eyes once more as you took another step. Somehow you couldn't break the eye contact, somehow you couldn't turn around and speed out of the door.

You were forced backwards when he came closer and got trapped when you felt the cold wood of the door behind you. He stood so close to you that you could smell the vulgar scent of blood, which either came from his breath or clothes.

Still staring into his eyes his smirk began to fade slowly.

"You really don't know, do you?" Still watching the clown, you couldn't even shake your head. You only stood there, completely in trance.

"Oh, my dear (Y/N)!" He suddenly cried, grabbing you in a tight hug as he swirled with you to the middle of the room. You tried to pry yourself loose, but his long arms were way too strong. Putting your arm in between your body and his you managed to get away from him, stumbling out of his grasp as you muttered:

"What do I not know?" Jack only stared at you before coming closer again, grabbing your good hand in case you wanted to distance yourself. He wouldn't let you get away this time.

"My lovely sugartits, didn't Jeff tell you the cause of the earthquakes?" You only blinked in surprise at this. Well, you didn't really had time to ask him, but he didn't tell you either. Second you doubted he would ever tell you something like that, even if you had asked.

"The cause of the attack? Sally playing with you?" His voice became louder, filled with confusion and slight aggression. You flinched a little, tugging softly at your hand but stopped once his grip on it tightened. You wondered how he could know of the attack and kept staring at the clown in ignorance.

"Oh dear..." He mumbled, eyes quickly moving to the side before staring at yours again.

"I didn't want to be the one telling you this, but..." He let go of your hand but placed both of his claws on your shoulders as his face came uncomfortably close to yours. Licking his colored lips, he slowly breathed:

"They want you dead."

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Here you go another update!

What did you think of this chapter? I'm rather excited, because we are getting closer and closer to the end of the story. Only a few chapters are left before the grand finale, and I can't wait to write them.

There will be another decision chapter before that though, so there are still some to go.

Anyway that is all I had to say,

Have a terrific day, darlings.