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February, 5
Well this has turned to shit. Evan thought he would have a peaceful sleep today but someone has rang his doorbell in the middle of the night at fucking 3 AM. Yeah. 3 AM, nothing suspicious about that at all but they keep ringing the god damn thing!
"I'm fucking coming!" He responded angrily.
He had spent all night playing the backrooms with his friends with stupid puzzles that made no sense causing him to have a headache and now it's getting worse because of this fucker at his door ringing it a million times!
He swears once he gets to the door he going to knock out the mother fucker. He reaches for the handle until he realizes the door was slightly opened but it was too late. 2 people in black outfits wearing white face mask rush in and pushes him to the floor. One put their leg on his head applying pressure to make sure that he couldn't move. Fuck, who are these people? The other sat on his back pushing all of his body weight on him. He can't breathe!
"Target acquired. Subject #3 will now be going under." Evan looks at them one last time and saw dark brown almost black eyes staring back at him before falling into darkness.
February, 6
"Wake up!" Evan gasps as cold water hits his body.
"What the fuck!" He yells out causing to be punch in the face by one of the guys.
Fuck that hurt. What the hell. Where was he? He can't seem to recall anything other than getting beat the fuck up. Did he get kidnapped? Shit, shit, shit! These assholes got him in his own house. He knew something was wrong when someone was ringing his doorbell in the middle of the night but his stupid ass still decided to answer anyways. But that doesn't matter, the door was already unlocked. They were waiting for him.
"Shut up Subject 3." It was the people in black outfits again but only one this time. What do they want? Fuck, he couldn't this is happening. Literally got taken by two men in his own house. Maybe they want money? He will gladly give them money if that can get him out of here.
"Subject 3 suit up." He said throwing him clothes. It's a dark blue dress shirt along with a belt with a gold buckle to go with his black pants. Wait, the belt and shirt. Isn't this?
"And also this." The guy snickers while handing him a banana headband.
His original Among Us outfit? Why would they hand him this? Is this a joke?
"Hurry up and be ready in 5 minutes or I'll force you in it." The man laughs slamming the door behind him.
Evan flinch as the loud slam bounce around the room. He doesn't want the guy to come back so he quickly threw off his personal clothes and put on the ones that was given. While buttoning up his shirt he looks at his surroundings. He is locked on a grey cube looking room. The walls were smooth with no windows and the only exit is the door in front of him. Only a little square gap onto the door but blocked by bars. There's no way he can fit through those bars anyway. While lost on his train of thought two set of footsteps can be heard catching up opening his door. His heart quickens and he starts to panic as they barged through the door. He begins to back to the wall trying to get away. One of the men holding a black briefcase.
"Subject #3 get down!" They came over and force Evan on the floor. Their mask above the heads so he's able to see what they look like now. Guy 1 had his on the side while 2 had his behind his head. Guy 1 was a blonde, dark browns and has a scar going across his left eye. He is tall, maybe 6 feet while Guy 2 is shorter by like maybe 5 inches. Guy 2 was a brunette and have a baby face with blue eyes. He would look like a guy in an Kpop band. Both are Asian, probably Vietnamese or Korean. He couldn't tell. He's too scared to think anything right now.
Guy 1 grabs his hair and force his face to the cold floor while the other lay on back. He can't help but whimper, they were being rough with him and he never felt pain this much before all at once.
Guy 2 holding the briefcase opens it to show a tranquilizer like device. He place the device to his neck.
He couldn't help but cried out "Please, please, please! Don't kill me! I have money! I'll give money!".
Guy 1 laughs, "He doesn't want your money VanossGaming."
"What? What do you mean? What does he want?" He asks frantically.
Someone is holding him captive but don't want money? What the fuck do they want then! He doesn't have anything else!
Guy 2 pulls the trigger implanting a tiny chip in Evan's neck. It was a little pinch. He can feel it! Fuck what is that?! A tracker device? Will it explode?! Oh god someone have to get out him of here. Someone save me please! Someone is trageting him but he can't remember pissing anyone off in the many years of doing YouTube, hell even in his personal life. Was there someone out there that hate him this much? What did he do?! Questions keeps running through his head.
"Take him to cafeteria." Guy 1 command.
"I can't believe we actually got them this easily." Guy 2 smirks lifting Evan up and pulling him by the arm leading him to where the 'cafeteria' was.
"Well not that easily, we had to beat it out in a guy. It wasn't talkative at all." Guy 1 mumbles.
"He did scream a lot though." Guy 2 shrugs and his grip getting tighter.
"Them? What you mean? You have my friends? Beat it out of who?" Evan winces.
"Ah poor guy. You're excited to meet your friends in person again?" Guy 2 asked mockily.
"Your name is Subject #3 for a reason. There were two before you and many more after you." Guy 1 seers at him
"You fuckers if you did anything to them I'll-"
Guy 1 slaps his hands over Evan's mouth gripping tightly. His dark eyes staring deep and pass through Evan's light brown eyes.
"What a guy like you going to do? You almost pissed yourself when we came through the doors. Trust me, you won't do anything." Guy 1 laughs.
Evan's breathing are uneven and his heartbeat increases.
"Don't worry, we didn't hurt them as much we did to you. Well, you'll see. Boss' orders, minimal damage to others but do whatever to you. He must really not like you." He smirks.
"We are in charge of all Subjects but we have to watch you mostly Boss' orders. So you'll be in our care for time being. All the way until your death." stated Guy 2.
"Or deaths." Guy 1 adds.
Deaths? What does he mean by that? These people are fucking crazy, death is a one time thing. He couldn't help but be confused and it showed. Guy 1 notices the change of expression and smirks.
"Ah yes, deaths. You'll see soon enough." Guy 1 lets go of his face and doing light taps on his face.
He smiles and tucks Evan's hair behind his ear. Evan gasps, disgusted by his touch. He's a fucking psycho! Fuck, fuck! He has to get out of here. What the fuck they mean he'll see? He doesn't want to die! He doesn't want anyone to die!
"We're here." Guy 1 puts his arm around Evan leading him to the middle.
He looks over to see the table full of people, his friends. All of them. He couldn't believe it, they really did get his friends. There is Brian, Tyler, and Nogla across from each other. They also hurt them too. Tyler having a black eye on his right and Brian with a bruised lip while Nogla looks untouched. At least Nogla is ok but the rest looks bad. They have duct tape around their mouths. Brian's eyes lit up when he saw Evan's but can't help be sad again knowing that he also got hurt. Nogla was facing the floor trying to not look at anyone and Tyler, shit he looks pissed. He tries to move towards them but Guy 1 and 2 not letting him go.
"The Terroriser almost got me in my pretty face but one hard punch and a bunch of forcing our weight on him he got knocked. We basically did the same with you." Guy 1 winks.
Guy 2 shakes his head and responds "I almost got killed by the Wildcat, man had a shotgun. I had to knock it out of his hand and-"
"And I had to save him from getting his ass beat." Guy 1 cutting in.
Guy 2 rolls his eyes and accidentally made eye contact with Tyler. Tyler sends him a cold hard glare. Guy 2 smiles widely and couldn't help to have chills of anger with a hint of excitement. He wants to get rid of the look of Tyler's face.
"Green guy was just fully asleep so no fuss there. Got him real fast." Said Guy 1.
Yeah that sounds like Nogla. He is a deep sleeper. Once he is able to have nap time, hes out like a light. He's glad that he isn't hurt.
"It was a pain to get all of them here though but we are professionals." Guy 2 grins proudly.
How the hell did they get them though? No one knows their address but themselves... Wait they said they had to beat it out of someone. Who? Fuck! He doesn't know but he have to save his friends. From the look of it they are probably here because of him. Fuck, all of this is his fault! Fuming he looks at Guy 1, glaring at his annoying ass face.
"I thought you guys say you'll do minimal damage! Two of them are hurt!" Evan mumbles angrily.
Guy 1 laughs and drags him to the other side standing behind the three to show him the others. His eyes widen. They look worse.. It's Marcel and Scotty! Marcel looks bad. Fuck, fuck! Marcel has been beaten to a pulp, he got bruises everywhere, his left cheek is purple. He have a cut lip and hand marks around his neck. Scotty on his left is in tears, eyes are bloodshot red. He looks like he been crying for a while. He search for any harm done to him and saw hand marks on his shoulders. They really manhandled him. They must had force him to submit. Marcel was probably protecting Scotty from anymore harm but failed.
"You fuckers!" Evan yells, his friends are hurting he have to do something!
"Sh, be quiet Princess." Guy 1 slaps his hands over Evan's mouth. He couldn't help but cringe at the nickname.
"Basically here was actually putting up a good fight, we were after Scotty but didn't realized he was also there. I guess he came to visit. We had FourZero down and when he saw he went ballistic. I still have one nasty bruise on my side, gave me a good kick." explains Guy 1.
"We had to tase him after since he wasn't going out at all. Tried to save his friend but failed. Fucking loser." Guy 2 laughs.
Evan's angry hearing this elbows Guy 1 where his bruise was making Guy 1 let go of his grip.
"Ow fuck! Come back here! Don't make do this now. You really shouldn't have done that Princess!" Guy 1 yells.
Evan runs to try to get Brian free off their seat but Guy 1 pulls out his taser and tase him in the back.
"Fuck!" He cries out.
That hurts a like a bitch. He falls down in pain paralyze, hutting his head on the floor losing his banana headband in the process. Guy 1 walks towards him, crouching down to grab the headband and pulls him up by his hair. He gets Evan's body against his back, gripping tighting around the back of his neck. Guy 1 places the headband back on his head. Evan goans. He have a headache, that fall really took him out along with the taser.
"Very smart Princess." Guy 1 mocking him.
He moves Evan's head to the direction of the others. Evan's squints his eyes in pain but sees his other 2 friends, Delirious and Lui. They're here as well. They really got everyone, even Lui. He tears up as the pain gets worse. Delirious' wearing his face mask hiding his face along with a blue suit while Lui has his monkey on the side of his head. Both look unharmed though, he's glad. Guy 1 laughs and digs his nails in deeper to get a reaction. Evan moans more in pain. Delirious saw this shaking, his eyes on Evan's neck. Lui angrily rocks in his chair trying to get out to help Evan.
"Well, well, well. Aren't they really passionate about you Princess." Guy 1 smirks.
"Shut up. Stop calling me that!Let go of me you fucker!" Evan desperately tries to Guy 1 off him, the pain was unbearable but Guy 1 makes him hold still.
"Let's have the best one for last shall we? To show how gruesome, I mean how fun, this game is going to be. I shall bring him." Guy 2 chuckles.
"Of course K, bring him out now." Guy 1 commands.
Guy 2 or now K as Guy 1 calls him went to a dark corridor and brought out a dead bloody body. No, it's twitching. Oh God. Please. Not him. He's still alive, moving. They kept him alive, in pain. K laughs hysterically squating down and brings Brock up to his chest showing his face. Brock's hair was matted with dried blood, dark red cover his face. His right arm were bent the wrong way and looking down at his fingernails, all of them were pulled out. K grabs Brock's face towards to all of his friends. All of them are horrified. Brian muffles angrily, rocking back and forth trying to get of his chair. Brock unable to open his eyes.
"I'm sorry everyone." Brock whispers sadly.
Brock... Evan tears up. Why him, he doesn't deserve this. Fuck! They going to kill us all! Why are they doing this to all of us?
"Wow doesn't he look great? Man, you guys have no idea how hard it was to get information out of him but a little of forcing and you're basically here! He's the rat! How do you guys feel? Knowing you got betrayed." K smiles.
"What the fuck you do to him?! Fuck you! You said minimal damage, you full on almost murdered him!" Evan cries out.
"Just a little torture, we had to find out where you all live. Boss said to do whatever is needed. Quiet your voice down Princess. Let's put you in a best seat for the show. On the house." Guy 1 winks and forces Evan's into a seat next to Delirious, strapping him to the chair.
"Lets start the game shall we! The rules are simple. Play the game. Will you be able to leave? No! Well that depends on the Boss. Maybe if he likes any of you. From the look of it though, I highly doubt it." K said shrugging.
"First game is Among Us. There are 2 imposters, kill until only one person is standing or the emergency tasks are failed to be met in the time frame they'll win. The crewmates have to work together to vote out the imposters or finish task and they'll win. Easy right? If you are confused on anything more just ask by calling out our names to the ceiling. I am J and He's K. We are listening and watching the whole time. If it's a stupid question we aren't going to answer. There is also no escape." Guy 1 now named J explains.
"Easy peasy! And for the grand start, we''ll use him!" K pulls out a switch blade and spins it around easily with his hands.
"Wait, what are you doing?!" Evan asks scared. He grips tightly on his chair.
"Let him go! Please don't kill him! Don't fucking do it! Please! Kill me instead!" Evan cries more.
"Don't break a nail now Princess and don't be too excited your turn going to be next soon but in the meantime, do your thing K!" J smiles.
He walks towards K and waves a goodbye to everyone else in the room. Everyone tries to get out of their chair. Evan's expression change to fear, eyes welling up.
"See you guys soon! If you survive I hope." J walks towards the darkness behind K leaving the cafeteria.
Brian angry muffled against the tape, shifting in his seat almost breaking out of the leather strap but failing. Brock breathing heavily unable to move from fear.. afraid of his fate.
"Game starts in 3! 2! 1!" K laugh cackles as he slides his knife against Brock's throat letting the blood run against him.
Brock's eyes widens as he gargles on his own blood. He tries to stop the blood using his only good arm to stop the blood but blood keeps flowing out. He feels numb. He can't breathe. All he can think off is the metallic taste. So salty, so bitter, it's too much. He doesn't want this. He wants help. He wants... His eyes lands on Brian, hoping maybe, maybe he can save him. Brian's eyes wanting, begging, to help him but it was too late. His body went limp, head hits the floor. Eyes from light brown to lifeless black. Blood stained his clothes, his orange shirt and blue pants. The same clothes his GTA characters wears. All color leaving from his body but red. Brian screams through his tape. It was muffled but everyone heard it. Everyone shocked, scared, afraid. Their friend dead. Killed in front of them and they couldn't do anything to help. K pushes Brock out of his way and wipes himself down, getting some of the blood off. All they could do is watch.
"Oh man. I guess I have to change into another. I'll wear something bright next. You guys have fun! Alright!" K smiles while waving goodbye. He skips away to the dark hallway with the door closing behind him, leaving only silence. Sorrow is what they all felt as it became dark with a hint of red lights flashing around the projector.
On the screen on top of the doors it projected,
Subject #1, Brock, code name, Moo, dead. (1)