"So, How'd you end up here in this mess?" You tossed a log into the burning fire below you, that spit out it's orange flames on the rock floor of the cave.

Ania pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging herself to keep herself warm.

The darkness of the cave was driving us crazy, but it was better than being outside and participating in the games.

Ania looked up at you as you took a seat besides Sidney's and Ellie's sleeping bodies that we leaned up against the rock wall. "How I ended up here? How...they got me?" She whispered.

The green in her eyes had drained, and were replaced with a light red color.

We were all getting hungry, besides Ellie.

"You guys already know how I ended up in this shit show, How I'm supposedly the main character of this dusty story." You sighed, letting the heat of the fire warm your cold hands.

Ania paused, and closed her eyes as she let her legs cross underneath her body and rested the palms of her hands on her bare knees.

...

"I was sitting in class one day, everyone working on the computers for their essays. I remember sitting there in the back, out of thought as the buzzing in my mind shook my skull.

I heard the phone ring in the front, followed by the teacher picking up the call and whispering to the person.

'Ania, Please go to the office, Get your book back. Your getting out early.' The teacher smiled, My lips frowned as the hair on my back stood up.

Mother and Father never picked me up, wern't they busy with work?

'Ania, were you not supposed to be picked up today?' "

....

"And like any other kid, I took the chance to skip school and went either way." Ania's eyebrows furrowed, her fists balled.

Her eyes opened, displaying the dark orbs that seemed to be filled with a crimson liquid.

"I went down to the office, the man with brunette hair and that was short and stubby said he was my dad's work friend. We got in the brown car, a mail car I think and that's when I was hit over the head." She whispered, the thought of Tim.

"Next thing I see is waking up to an eyeless creature, man, on top of me in some lab." Her gazed softened, eyeless.

________________

"y/n?"

I looked up from my hands to see someone standing at the rusty cell door.

Masky.

I scooted away out of instinct, eyeing the man.

"We got a long day, Me, the others, you and lover boy." Masky spoke, taking out a pair of keys and began to unlock the metal barrier. Even in the dim lighting he seemed to see well, that added more to my disadvantages.

Isaac.

The others stayed Silent as Masky spoke, it concerned me.

The quiet drips of the water running down the drains in the walls, the musty scent made hairs stand up on the back of my neck. The white mask made his eyes look almost...white. I didn't like that mask, I didn't like Masky.

"I..." I whispered, looking past Masky and to the hallway. "Rondell, you wanna stop looking at me like that for a moment?" Diego whispered, making Rondell scoff.

My stomach growled.

For some reason it felt like Deja Vu, like I had lived like this before. Locked up, somehow in a fucking basement. Which, from my past probably happened.

Damn.

"Where was I when I was just a victim? Before my coma? What led me here?" I blurted, but I didn't recoil my body. I sat there on the mattress, looking up to the man as he paused. "You stayed in Jeff's room ofcourse." Masky stated, too quick.

"Why do I remember this feeling?" I asked, gesturing to the cells and basement.

"The others stayed in the basement, you..." He didn't finish his sentence, "why do I have to tell you anything?" Masky growled.

Oh right, this isn't Tim...It's the motherfucker that willingly put me into a coma and didn't give to shits about it. The motherfucker who gave me shit for my addictions.

I scoffed, suddenly my mind switched back to reality. I was on the same level with this...guy, I was a proxy as well. He couldn't treat me like shit, he couldn't just treat me like a rat.

"Because I want to fucking know, you masked fuck." I spat, eyeing the man above. He slowly closed the cell door as he stepped in, my foul words rang in my head and echoed throughout the walls.

The others knew I fucked up as well.

"Do you remember your place? Your a mortal, a fucking mistake in this place. Your so weak I don't see him re-recruiting you, all your good for is a bitch to look down on." Masky whispered, his low voice dragged through my eardrums, instead of my ears bleeding my nose began to bleed.

My eyes widened, a grin grew on my face as I bit down on my tongue.

.

Well no shit, Sherlock.

"Stop talking as if he's a real person! All he is, all it is, is a fucking puppet! It can't even talk for itself!" I roared, grabbing my scalp. My legs caused my body to shoot up, making Masky step backwards.

"NO! YOUR BSF/N! Y-your, your bsf/n..." I sobbed, barring my teeth as I paced towards the cold wall.

"Your supposed to protect me." I screamed, blood seeped into my mouth.

My eyes shot open, my back was turned towards Masky. Shock melted down my body, my arms slowly slid down from him scalp and to my sides.

No.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

I was supposed to forget that.

...

....

"Yeah," I smiled.

I began to shake my head 'yes' as I turned to face T1M.

"Yeah...It's okay, We all end up being his puppet eventually." I smiled, displaying my blood stained teeth. The cut smile in my face seemed so fitting, I WAS SMILING! I WAS NORMAL AGAIN!

I COULD FEEL SOMETHING!

My wide eyes locked with Masky's white orbs behind his bloodied mask, he looked at me a curtain way that made me feel...better...higher than him.

"Kid, you better sit 'yo ass down." Rondell whispered from far off, "Not now, Ronny." I smiled to the point my bottom teeth began to pound, I felt... something.

The hunger.

...

"I dug into the boys neck, grabbing his shoulders as I dug my nails into his clothed flesh while I sunk my teeth into his neck.

This time, my victim didn't push me off.

My mind savored the taste, the way the flesh felt against my numbs and how the blood began to stain my chapped lips.

I tore it out, I tore his throat out as a sickening gurgle was either heard from his organs...or my throat as it was overflowed with blood.

I didn't care as the crimson waters stained my hands, the flesh under my fingernails, I was just pleased with the taste of meat on my tongue.

The blood dripped down my chin and onto my f/c sweater, staining it with a fresh memory."

...

My eye twitched at the memory...fresh memory indeed.

Oh how I haven't felt the hunger in...so...so...long.

...

"Y/n, I don't know how far you'll go, but..." Isaac choked, turning to look down on me with tears he tried to hide in his eyes. His black hair stuck to his forehead, running down his neck. He bit down on his bottom lip as he brought the rigid rock to his arm, convincing himself to continue.

He was going to feed my hunger.

"Uh, if you live to see my mother, tell her I love her." He breathed out, I watched his Adams apple bob up and down before he quickly dragged the sharp against his tan colored forearm.

It was a sweet smell really, something you would smell in the candy store with your mother.

And I wanted it, I was starved for it."

....

Isaac.

Isaac, I remembered him.

Holy fuck,

I remembered him from before the coma.

....

"Thank god." Isaac huffed, walking up to me with his apron.

"Can you take this back to the main office? I need to head home early." He spoke, more in a annoyed grunt. "Sure." I replied, returning the energy.

"Oh yeah, I never caught your name...B/f/n talks about you alot but I just can't put my mind on it right now." He paused, looking at me like a math problem. He said it as to start up a conversation, maybe he really didn't have to go home so early.

"It's Y/n." I stated, my eyes trailed off to the doors that displayed the empty parking lot.

"Thanks for letting me know, might come in handy for the future." He smiled, turning on his heal and walked off. "Fucking weirdo." I muttered, turning around the cash register and walked to the back of the store where the main office was located."

.....

The crazed look in my reflection melted into shock.

The hunger died.

.....

Flipping on the light, I walked to the far back and hung up Isaac's uniform apron onto the coat rack.

"Who were you talking to?"

I froze, almost dropping the apron. My mind recognized the voice, how could it after it's been around for so long?

"A co-worker, no one to fuss over Jeff." I stated, turning around to face the killer. "Anyone who fusses over you, I fuss with them." He coldly stated.

The girls in the movies make this look romantic, but it's nothing more than just plain weird and frightening.

"Why? Do you own me?" I narrowed my eyes, I was willing to fuck with him because I knew he wouldn't have the balls to hurt someone who has helped him so much.

A smile grew on his face, even under his dark locks I could see his stone cold orbs. "No, but I would like to." Those words melted out of his lips, as if a lie that was accidentally spoken.

He realized his whole "nice guy" act was blown.

"Dream Jeff, dream on and on because that will never happen." I growled, hanging up my apron and went to leave for the door.

"Who says it will? I just want to see my friend." His words felt like venom dripping into my mind, coated with sugar. He blocked my exit point with his arm, as if it would stop me... but it did. "

.....

I slowly brought my hand up to my cheek, and began to trace the scar as my eyes were locked with Masky's.

"I know who you are." I whispered.

"And who am I?" He whispered back.

...

"You were supposed to be my friend."